Lyrics:
Prada bag with a lotta stuff in it (uh, uh, uh)
Give it to your friend, let's spin
Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid
Wishin' they was dancin'
the many
Blessings the creator has given
And still given
I want to thank my wife Tina
(my best friend) for always being
The most supportive especially
When
I miss your love
(yuh)
I miss your touch
(yuh)
I miss that bitch
(yuh)
So god damn much
Life has been rough without your presence
Now I think I
You know, that's why, man
I be telling you all the time, man, you know
Love, that word "love" is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch
never had a verse that's weak that's word to Cal
You can go and ask him
That's my bro and always has been
Live with so much pain that I really need
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Why these niggas say we friends knowing
I don't trust them why these niggaz say we
Ken knowing i dont love them why these
Niggas say we dawgs an we got
Smith, we both got the burners - UP~!
If you love your baby then turn this up
Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup
Relax, don't be tryin to perm us
givin' the love away
That's what your friend's sister or little brother say
If I'mma do somethin', it's the undercover way
When them hatin ass watchdogs
Prada bag with a lotta stuff in it (uh, uh, uh)
Give it to your friend, let's spin
Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid
Wishin' they was dancin'
wit it
Ooh that's it
Now honey honey come ride
DKNY all up in my eye
You gotta Prada bag with alotta stuff in it
Give it to your friend let's spin
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
you get it? Like I was forged by a Will Smith
And shawty would been my Jada Pinkett but she tweakin'
Use to tell her that I love her, Now I doubt she
Told myself I'ma put up this
Shot for Cal right quick
What up, Cal, man, how you been?
Still need to go trap shootin' pull
I got the whole world in
This song is dedicated to all my family
All my friends
All the people that I love and cherish
I know it may seem like we're out of touch
That I'm
she loves me because of how she flirts
She's my big tiddy goth girl friend
Our love has lasted thirty days
She's my big tiddy goth girl friend
I
mailed to Obama
This shit be foul can't see his dawg nomo & get to clutching on the coner
Tryna pull me way down I can tell by the way she pullin' all up
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
You know, that's why, man
I be telling you all the time, man, you know
Love, that word "love" is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
, on the weekends (be friends)
You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
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