Lyrics:
Wicked little girls, kissed the boys and made them cry
Raisin' double trouble every time we pass them by
And some might say we're wicked little
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
as ever so I'm sippin slow
Wake up in the morning with my coffee by the side
I took a sip then said a prayer, open up the blinds
She keep me up when I'm
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
{*buck buck buck*} the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch your
Cause the lie I tell is I don't need saving
Hey new lady I'm a little crazy off my ex
But maybe you just want a good time
And the best ones lately happen
Hey little DJ let the music take me underground
Evacuate the dance-floor
I'm infected by the sound
Stop this beat is killing me
Hey little DJ come burn
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
It's crazy is that really such a bad thing
Hey little mamma come and dance with me
I got two left feet take a chance with me
I got a low self esteem
Lady
Got me all dressed up
But I aint even going nowhere
Lady
Fill myself a cup
I don’t even care, I can party by myself, like hey
Don’t need
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
Has anybody here
Seen a lady with kindness in her eyes
And a smile to melt your soul
I've been waiting so patiently
Hoping she'd stand by me
So I can
mama, it's ya boy youngin
G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)
Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
All the ladies go (oh) when a nigga go by.
Gucci
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
(Burna, Naughty) Yeah sho di
Yeah, yeah, yeah sho di
(Funkula)
Hey I wanna see fine keles, come jam for me
Not the ones, wey dey from Instagram
by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take
jeeps keep it real jiggy
Yeah it's all good it's all good
Hey it's all good it's all good
This for my ladies that will ride or die for a nigga
This for my
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
glass
Defaulting on loans and dreams about homes
But hey, I had dreams of my own
And If I get hit by a car
Let's pray that it's a Mercedes
And if I get
You touch it and you will
She's got a face of an angel
And an urge to kill
She's sanctified by death
Hey! Stay away from the lady night
Hey! Don't you
man it's time to go
All my ladies in the club shake some ass drop it low
It's a TNT summer that mean "True Niggas Thrivin'"
We gon get it jumpin', give
heart up on the front line
I took a bullet, I've been shot down
I'm a little bit stronger this time
Only a soldier can have me now
If you can bring it,
on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.
Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
a nickname, right? "Hey, Tits, come here,
Man. Hey Tits, meet Toots. Toots, Tits. Tits, Toots." It sounds like a
Snack, doesn't it? Yes, I know, it is a snack.
energy that is a remedy, hey yo listen here bro
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from
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