Lyrics:
Won’t you
Come
Stay wit me
I need you
To come
Stay wit me
I mourn you
Come stay wit me
Won’t you
Please
Stay wit me
I’m nothing
Please stay wit me
I was wheelin'
Wit' the boom in the back
The treble was level
I like it like that
I was rolly roll a roll rollin'
5 o looked and said hold
You keep me up at night
I'm at my wit's end
You keep me up at night
I'm at my wit's end
You keep me up at night
I'm at my wit's end
You keep me
New Patek on my wrist i flood it wit sticks New patek New patek
Im getting this bag im running wit clicks Running wit clicks
New Patek on my wrist i
rock with you, come give me all your love
No matter what we do, I wanna rock with you
Wit you and only you
I wanna rock with you
I wanna rock with
They call me Big L'why, Big Silly
Big Money, Big Billy
When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me?
I be sexing wit these bars so ya feel me
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt wit
wit you
In love wit you
In love wit you
In love wit you
I'm in love wit you
In love wit you
In love wit you
In love wit you yeah
I'm so in love baby
I
do nothin' for self
Want niggaz to show you, how to come up wit' green
I scheme since I'm fourteens, what the fuck was your dream?
Rental cars,
dead in the market
Stone cold dead in the market
I lie cold dead in the market
She killed nobody but her husband
I lick 'im wit' thee pot and thee
can rock awhile
We can rock awhile
Quit teasin' me, baby
Quit teasin' me, baby
A-wit' yo' fine bone frame
Wit' yo' fine bone frame
If you let me
should I try to sound like ya'll sound
That's what's wrong with the rap game right now
Man, it's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns
Wit a bunch
scared cops, wit red dots
Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors
Goin' back like black and
White TV's wit pliers
Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat
Dumb wit it
Yeah i go dumb wit
V12 the engine doing donuts im going dumb wit it
Shorty bend over grab her ankles and she go dumb wit it
She want me
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
cold dead in de market
Stone-cold dead in de market
I lie cold dead in de market
She killed nobody but her husband
I lick him wit' thee pot
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a playa lay this way
Or playa game this way
Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't
It's Whateva Wit Us
Three 6 Mafia f/ Youngbloodz, Ying Yang Twins
Chorus DJ Paul
What you bitches wanna do ('cause it's whateva wit us)
What you
[Chorus]
Where my bitches that would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my niggas that would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
Where my
the floor, gonna get down
A-get down some more
Rumba and Tango
Latin Hustle, too
Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah
I want to boogie wit'choo
Bop bop bop bop bow
Oh,
[Repeat: x2]
Call 911 send Emergency
Tell the swat team to please respond wit urgency
Cause Gucci stole my girl grand larceny his bars too hot
NO WAY!
Fuck wit dee nig I can't fuck wit dee nig
Fuck wit dee nig I can't fuck wit dee nig
Fuck wit dee nig I can't fuck wit dee nigga
Fuck wit dee
Aw baby
Yeah Murder Inc.
Love you babe
Love you babe
Aw baby
Ashanti, Chapter 2, Let's rock
Can you rock wit me (aw baby)
Non-stop wit me
ships child
Merry and bold
Sparkling wits child
Coming to dock
Right at your feet tonight
Coming to dock tonight
In the stars
In the stars
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