Lyrics:
Sands wis cold
Between the toes
Just like that
Vocoder is not enough
Shake until your pain is gone gone gone gone gone
For the bridge
You've gotta
wheels, Big Willie shit
Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick
I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled
Still pimpin', ridin' 'round town
that we're made of
Is big, big love
Big, big love
And all that we have
All that we're made of
Is big, big love
Big, big love
That's all that we
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
disease
I love you baby, I'd do anything to see you free
And to all the other men who stand by their side
I commend you for the love, your loyalty can't be
down, she loves to go down,
She loves, she loves, she loves.
Down!
When I fly her friendly skies
How I love her big surprise
I will fill your
loads
Went from two O's to thirty-two loads
Which is enough to buy a Roll
But nobody knows
Stay in my place
Keep my diamonds out of your face
You
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is this enough?
Yo, I'm savant with the game
Gon' tell Robi your name
Provide words that's heard, setting your body aflame
Ooh, you off
enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
What it is
(What it ain't)
What
enough, I'm good enough, I'm good enough uh
Eyes closed mind running
They're holes in my stomach
Terrible I'm done with
My soul feels quite sunken
Left by
(Yeah, yeah)
(Just come get all your stuff)
(I guess my love ain't good enough)
(Yeah)
Just come get all your stuff
I guess my love ain't good
enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
What it is
(What it ain't)
What
everyone you know
just up and goes away
he'll still love you till the very day
that your old and gray
to bad alot of Christians all they do is hate on you
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
everyone you know
just up and goes away
he'll still love you till the very day
that your old and gray
to bad alot of Christians all they do is hate on you
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
of me
cause its not what i came to say to you
not a day goes by when i take time to pray for you
sorry now for what your mom and dad
what they did to you
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
Ma little nasty girl
All my women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All
I am enough
C D
I am enough I am enough I am enough
G C D
And I am la la la la la la la la la lala la la loved
G C D
I am la la la la la la
la la la la (come on, girl)
La la la la la la (oh) la la la la la la (come on, girl)
La la la la la la (oh, I want you to move your waist for
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