Lyrics:
Girl, oh you look fine
I want to do you
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You
on or gotta stroll home,
Well number one, keep your hand on your gun,
And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one)
Oh, you can't trust nobody
need em
Your internal organs keep bleeding
Salt shaker salt and pepper
Pour it into the wounds of your step son
My dick is your girls deadly weapon
fucked up my lungs
I just want my chance with you
Can't keep my hands off you
Tell me you love me baby
Tell me you not confused
Bitch I win I never lose
go through my head, then I wanna run then off them
I don't want no second opin's, so I'm asking her friend
"Just keep it lit so this don't happen
way too much time on they hands
And we ain't got the time of the day
This that feel good
Yeah I like em classy but still hood (Ratchet)
You do what you
calm I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't hand cuff you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
took over my price by giving His life
Yeah right then He must've been white 'cause he got hoodwinked
Bamboozled you tell me which brother you think
Would
Time goes by when you tryna get bands
Shawty too bad had to switch up the plan
Used to make way with the rose in my hand
Tryna make your day with
home like the back of my hand
You finally calmed down
And I was upset that we had missed Saturday Night Live
We came back in, and you told me
To look
Tell me how u feel
Blue skin peels
Good die yung
Birth signed deals
Fuck it imma waste for sum
Or imma waste away
See it in my face
I was born
Wanna take my honey
It’s a shame that you got such peaceful life
And a harmless girl in a messed up world
Had to bend it like twirls
Flight attendant my
Let's just take'em off?
Come on, take'em off I got something for you to wear Here, put this on
Uh, you always keep lingerie in your glove department?
believe you catching hands
Known to steal a wife or two
Hide your girl, she's not immune
Swamp sure does love his pills
Yes I fucking do
His flow fits well
Killing myself is a good idea
You're gonna watch me die, my dear
You're gonna see me bleed right here
And I don't give a fuck if you cry by fear
Cry
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Make me want to holler, throw up off my hands
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
Make me want to holler, wadin' through my life
(It's
feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"
[Violent J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked
You can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
See you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
Your life is how you living kid
nigga
you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
your life is how you living
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
but I was good to go free
A guard told me to keep my nose clean
Once I saw a magistrate they'd all become summaries
I walked home in the ninety degree
of the bottoms
Left for dead and forgotten
You'll be drawing lines everywhere
It only seems fair I guess
One time for my n****z who rest
Two times if you're doing
Good God
I Gotcha
You thought I didn't see ya now, did ya
Uh huh, huh
You tried to sneak by me now, didn't ya
Uh huh, huh
Now gimme what ya promised me
hand let me lead the way listen close to the words I say
I'm a love you like a broken violin girl no strings attach keep it real with you from
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