Search results for 'there it is shit 4 nothin by ginuwine' Page #527

me here, squeeze me there, grab my neck, don't pull my hair
Can you keep it up all night ?
While I hit them peddles and ride 'ya bike
Start speaking in

(Uno, two, tres, four)

I can't hop in the ride right now 'cause there's blue lights flashing (blue lights flashing)
And if that's jakes in

the bread I make I keep it all saved in the bank
Don't need no help I play this by myself ain't talking masturbate
Go head and introduce me, I ain't never met

live on stolen land 
See KRS was kickin shit that we didn’t understand 
The country is a prison ran by the white man
The same one that brought us here

i got the indoor

Insane in the Brian mané aint playing Nintendo
I play the game four real you talking shit no entiendo
Calling the support by my

When the light gets too hot
And there's nowhere to hide
They miss you while you're here and
Love you after you die
Fine by appearance but broken inside

that my fuckin' glass is full so

It's like a message in a bottle
My lyrics sealed so you can't even follow
You ain't gonna know shit the second I close

it never goes away
And you just endure
Life is shit
You deserve happiness
That's what I'm here for
To entertain
To occupy the brain
To take away some

is guilty? World War 2? Thats Bene Burba who instigated it. 9/11? It was when Bene was learning to fly but he missed the sky. So he saw the tower

Trust me lord knows
Nailed down by them cowards
Days later I Rose
And where you was Ms Mary
Probably a Selfie pose
No love for a G
Guess that's the way it

next to her
The space was kinda small so my knees were half way through the chair in front of me
Twenty rand for the fair
Pass it forward ngithi four

facts here
I remember working back as a cashier
Simpler times now it's been three weeks
Still the page is empty
They hang on every word I fuckin' say

We just playing with them on this one, yeah
Let's do that then
No introduction needed, you know who it is
Still running shit up on the daily
Still in

a rap track
Shit stinks what a wack track best spit or get laughed at (hahaha)
It's a hit how you math that bring that boom bap crack back (bring it back)

a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume

Can't believe this shit

Second week in June, second night in Cancun

Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is

in on the music shit and
Spit a quick 16 on some stupid shit
He loses it, tells me Justin Majors is the best in the city at producing hits
That night

can see is some robotic fool
Telling me shit that I know isn't true in a tongue that our teachers skipped over in school
Preachin' from pulpits like

bitch without a switch
That bitch be sounding like a rifle
Squeeze this bitch until it click
We back shit up all in traffic
Catch a opp and face that

shit on myself
I do not smoke on no damn ten a G
She know everything that I smoke is top shelf
4 to the face, I can't pass that
K with the stock, but I'm

the heat
This shit'll get hotter than hell, you won't wanna be there with me
Not giving a story to tell or giving a witness a scene
We'll disappear in

want me now
I’m feeling better then ever I had to settle down 
Is it you nigguhs? Is it you bitches
They seen a way ah nigguh living had to keep my

we start all over

I'm not talking about sex, only how we fuck you over
Is it really luck when you're born with all the four-leaf clovers?
Million

the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, BLEEP wanna stick me for my cream
And it

all on you
It's not just a rap when you lookin' back
'Cause it's nothin' there to
Look forward to
No use in mendin' when your heart is torn
So rest in