Search results for 'by ill look pretty album the wreckers' Page #47

special
I’ll give you all you’re asking for
So I can make you want more
I’d hate to make you think this was pretend
Look into my pretty smile
That should

pages (Ayy, but look)
2022, bitch, I'm up, I'll send a postcard
I've been making bangers 'bout my life
You gotta pose hard
How come you gon' scam local

a holy grail, secrets I'll never tell

Butler shit, in a big mansion, off some album sales
Bitch got a fat ass booty and a attitude as well
I like my

when I passed
Drinkin' wine by the glass
No honey dew she smell like lavender
Where's my baby momma at don't want no amateurs

Pretty round round
Girl ya

everywhere!

She’s not girl, but a storm,
She looks like a devil, but she’s ill.

How long do you stay in my head?
She’s not girl, but a storm.
She looks like

Late Night

2Pac

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000

1999

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You

flying yeah

Cup in my hand
Fuck you and ya brand
I got this mic for like half a grand
When I drop my album you gon understand
That boy versatile, man be

pretty juicy
Well give it take I’d love to take him home with me
But first I’ll break his pride and have him beg for me
See you walk to pass me by
Look

baby
Did you lose your phone down the toilet babe?
That's the only exception to behave this way
Yeah you look pretty great
Call me a stalker, babe
I'll

on me, and I'll back it again
I got the bread, and I'll stack it again
Got album 3, I'll be at it again
Writin' this album, I'm not gonna lie
Every song,

around you holding you tight
And ill be by your side till the day I die and then some
I'll kiss you when you cry and tell you look pretty
Hop in my truck

What a way to condescend
It’s easier to look the other way
Bloody shirt and red eyes
I see that you’re afraid
My bed, our bed
Stained by the rain
My

Pretty girl with the short hair
Took my breath, woo, call me rick flair
One look knew she was rare
She's all mine no I will not share
One step all it

I’m thinking never
And now I gotta play the sideline
Cuz a home wrecker, wasn’t never in the guidelines
Trust when it’s my time, fuck a pretty penny,

on the party

Just look me in the eyes
And tell your pretty lies

(At least I say good morning on some days right?)
(Sometimes I just want the freedom to be

Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Look at all the happy creatures dancin' on the lawn Bother me tomorrow, today I'll buy no sorrows

looks to kill
Come and get your fill
Take the little pill
The devil made me do it (d-do it)
Evil in the eyes
Caught you by surprise
Pretty little

could look at the growth
I just bought myself a fitted
Phillies logo I'll admit it
Philly boy forever don't forget it
This music shit I'll never quit it

they want
Like boys
Like girls
Everything in between
Skateboard
Play golf snowboard
Oh wait
Dress pretty keep it real
With a durag on
Grill on and I

Say Ooh

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

you right
Man:	Right
Salt:	Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man:	I'm ok, I'm chillin'
	What we gon' do
	By yourself
Salt:	Yeah
Man:	What you up

got me a job
And we miss our hometown night skies
Found our own apartment, got us a dog
Growing up, side by side

I look back and I
Can't help but

Hears the words that I say
Knowing when I'll die
Without you there by my side
Bid me no goodbye
I don't want you to be a
Chapter in my life
I want you

Boulevard was in full swing
Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing
Rollin' in a purple samurai

A Lover, Not a Friend

Thunder

Shooting at the Sun [Japan]

2003

and you're pretty
And stupid as far as I know

I'll make the decisions, you'll dance to my tune
While I count the money you preen and they swoon
With your