Search results for 'gettin some head by pitbull' Page #201

That what's ours is in fact their share
If I'm gettin' my value, how you turn a profit
And If I'm devalued you should be in a coffin

Line by line, time

I been goin' through some shit
He wasn't surprised (he already knew)
He said it could be worse
Just be happy you're alive
But how could I be happy
I

I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath
I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself

soft, I ain't playin' no more[01:16.05]You ain't gettin' shit, now you feel lonely[01:18.58]I'm headed up to the hills, know me[01:20.61]Got me some

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

Do U Like What U See

Fat Pat

Ghetto Dreams

1998

Clarion laid in my head rest
I rise in my estate, caddy corner by the lake
With a glass fireplace, next door to Chevy Chase
Valet up in my gate is a brand

Grrt look

Look at the flick of the wrist
I bet you a hundred
One flick of the figure and niggas is
Gettin' you clipped
You look like a navy, you

be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then

way too long
Now we all in gotta watch out
Hoodie never let the watch out
I can tell by the way some people acting they ain’t never have to watch out

ashamed or some
Looking at me like a stain or some 
One thirty seven got laser guns
Fill his ass up we aint wastin none 

Cruising at night looking for

I'm getting too ahead of myself
But I just want a re-up, fuck everything else
Dumb bitches got me changing my phones
Gettin' head while I'm

on only fans

I be all about the Benjamins like Ice Cube
I was trappin you was worried about some high school
If we fuckin bae you gotta go by my rules
Why

tapping on the rev,
An believe me yea were proud,
Cuz life is gettin sicker by the day,
therfore we'll always stick around,
Tonight you'll see the size

I Don't Give a Fuck

Tim Dog

Do or Die

1993

a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches want to see me
and punk

her like Vaseline
I hit her jackpot like a slot machine
I'm in her head oil sheen
Pussy tasting just like vanilla bean
I'm in her mouth like Listerine

I'm Here

Russ

There's Really a Wolf

2017

want me now, that's what I have problems with
Five-star suites, Trojan wrappers on the floor
That's the aesthetic when you gettin' half a mil' on tour

he ain't even sleep

Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want

with your bitch
Y'all ain't never felt my pain
But all I ever thought about was gettin' them gains
Dropped out of school by the age of 16
Smokin' that

bitchass with my hands
Bitch, I'm poor as fuck
You know I'm finna go eat me some fuckin' sand
Fucked up in the head, bitch I'm finna go eat me a man
I just

off fifty G's (G's)
Got some shit in New York on her knees, she say she twenty-three (three)
Posted in the Bronx, it's me and D, we gettin' a chopped

got no L's and got no misses
I got some gorillas (ha)
Punches hit like missles
She just give me head, I blow her mind just like some pistols (fuck it)
I

don’t know you a bitch?
I could tell she a throat goat by her lips
But she can’t take, Uh

Sis a hoe, I know I’m not her only man
She tryna up it

slippin', got it tucked right by my belly
Ask around the city since a lil' one I been steppin'
I stay out people business 'cause that shit be gettin' messy

a wrap
You gon' pull out the cup
Put your head in your lap
Nigga try racin' but they
Ain't gettin' laps
Bitch you a buzzer, I won't get your dial
Bitches