Lyrics:
Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in
Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
pain
Naw you ain't raise yo baby boy this way
But I feel better then without it momma honestly
Niggas snakes! Ion trust Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody
You know that I love you baby
You know that I love you baby
And you stay by my side
And stay down fasho' when it's time to ride
And even though you
All I do is win, win, and get this money
Never needed nobody, by myself I keep 100
And I smoke my Mary Jane because you know I'm never lonely
Gotta
just flew out, this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that,
Some people really are
How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich?
Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick
So if he feed ya family
on yo body ho
I'mma sit back and watch yo body go
Hit you from the back like a 4 by 4
Dick so big, call it 4 by 4
Smack on that ass like I know that ho
Bô ye gbô bô tchi yèdjè
Ye lian inh
Ye lian inh
Bô ye gbô bô tchi yèdjè
Oh Yè djè djè
Oh yè djè
Bô ye gbô bo tchi yèdjé
Oh yè djè
A yo yo
A yo yo eh
It's ya nigga Ne-Yo, I come to get ya'll up
u got yo hands up and I aint even stick ya'll up
not anotha fa brothas with baby mothas
chicks in outfits
to win
Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin'
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
and scamming
Hey Yo that's word to mine
Get that Guy's for my Fam
Nobody wants in and nobody wants out
Smokin Trees, gettin 'G's
that's what we's all
NA MATA NE
FOR THE LAY
FOR THE LADIES AHH X
IT SOUNDLICIOUS BABY
Sheybe I TOLD Dem Say I Was Coming
Told Them I Was Working
When Nobody Call Me
Hustle House
Renan Borjas in the house
yo
i can feel you right now
in my brain in my eyes
and i cant feel them
run way with me
ven y escapate de
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
And that's to go without sayin
Super in all of yo ways but you the villain by yo name
That's the difference
But fuck what everybody sayin
That's my baby that's
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
lets keep this shit straight G
and do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
ya heard me
[Master P]
We
the house if you fuckin tonight (uh, c'mon)
(Just) throw yo' hands up!
[Jaz-Ming]
You know there's nobody better than
Jaz-Mack, late night like
a fuck
Ain’t nobody gave a fuck
Ain’t nobody gave a fuck
About the real ones yo
Ain’t nobody gave a fuck
Ain’t nobody gave a fuck
Ain’t nobody gave a fuck
Kothi Car Sohni Naar
Tere Yaar Darling
Kothi Car Sohni Naar Toh Yo Desh Laye Haande
Tere Yaar Ne To Leni Bas Maj Darling
Kothi Car Sohni Naar Toh Yo
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