Search results for 'baby and all by 3 blind mice' Page #1,043

Steppin' on shit, I done fucked up my big toe

Feet bleedin', nigga, I don't shoot out no windows
Shot the chop, he got low, six-four
Shit talker, baby, I'ma

a Yo-yo
Gah damn, I'm feeling like a Kia boy I got my Soul stole
We just dropped three 16's
Oh that's Stone Cold
556 blue and red tips like the Pro Bowl
I

margi paaniyan ch haniyan,
Main layi raat nu

Verse 1

Baby you looking extra fine
With all the swag that is dripping off
Hitting off, one more time gotta

Pray y'all ain't betting
With that Intuition
Fuckin listen
Prime time
Beats by Ashton
I know when he hear that shit
And see we made a classic
Been a soul

I'm setting the bar I'm raising the roof
I feel like Biggie Just gimme the loot, loot, loot ayyee

Front line, front line Tizzle baby, lunch time
Like

life day by day
I saw your face for the first time in a while
Baby, you could use a little smile
Did you see mine?
Do you know that you stay on my mind

I get in my feelings, I'll go crazy nigga
I don't know why these stupid hoes wanna have my baby nigga
She say she wan' take a perc, shi I'ma take it

Europa
words and music by
Geena B. Valentine & Rufus
1
Snow is falling quietly at night
She's standing at the wall
Holding her baby tight
That old

question suicide 
So i slit until i die 
Can’t stand the pain i cry 
Add it to the lies the book of all your guys 
Broken by a boring bitch with no life 
You

Glacc, Glacc, three Times Nigga
I'm on that slushy honeycomb right now
Man, shit won't never change, I'm getting tired of this shit
She cheating

everyday of life
So get it how you want it
Live how you want it
Uh

Live it how you want it
Baby gon' and flaunt it
Got a couple homies that's gon' pull up

He say that he bout a bag but it don't seem like it
Fuck
But I don't care
Just got that shit done, I'm still gon' pull her by her hair
I'm kinda stingy

don't break my heart
It's yours, it's always yours
Tired of the same old cycle, you tellin' the same old lies
You wanna be my rival, I'm tryna be by your

The trap open.. im back rollin-
All that talkin Reckless on my cell... you acting like the rollas-
I ain't buy a house yet... still gone grab

3 am thoughts dancing in my half shut eyes

the contour of an emotion is mistaken with the shadow of

the fresh perception of the naked mind

and all

with yo baby
She ridin out like bay breeze
We doin it till three
Cummin, give me some tissues please
Gloc to top im thankin
What am i hearin
The sound

A Little Bit of Everything
Words and music by Devin Scillian (BMI)

Saving my dollars in a mayonnaise jar,
I had my eye on a sweet guitar.
Nothing

I don't really like to take it slow, hope that everything will move in slow
Walking past me now, let me touch your hair Baby please don't go 

If you

Mercedes through Ledbetter

About 3 years ago rap I aint even care bout it
Matter of no time we getting fed by it
Play with it we can hop out shoot lead bout

I mean, you gotta know by now
Sound, Sound
Three letters
Ayy let that breathe though
In this Elevator, feeling elevated
living in the moment

you really 'tryna do
Right right here
Come to my side when you near by me
My type of bitch
She rock my jacket Stone Island
Fuck that hoe now she rolling

the shit,[00:47.32]But you keep it real though, so you the one I come and get[00:50.18]You the one, baby girl, you a blessing and shit, and I'm super in the mix, I don't

intergalactic warfare
So baby trust in me and imma trust in you
Leave all your worries on this earth too
Together we can do this we can make this
Work
Where your

see the log or rod and with the hog you like Warner a pro
Bout the throw thirty-two thousand three hundred and forty-four
Except you bout to blow that