Lyrics:
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
the young 'un
"I knew you would grow to be a G in this game
Because the next day your wife came
With thirty bands on a plane"
I don't give a fuck I do
(no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)
Mmm, Young Money
Shi
Let me talk to em one time bro
Migh need to take a seat for this one
Hanji
He young and broken, but hide his emotion
Father passed away but
why'know?
I'm a P-F-L, sworn to the P.I.
[Verse One]
I spent so many days with you, so many nights
It's nice, I wanted you to be my only wife
We didn't
BY MONEY McN:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) “Tears Drop, when you walk, through your block; (2) You have a decision, you can run and drop, where your man got
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
Saran-ie
I pack it like fanny
I make sure it’s shippin’
I track it in transit
Wife beater dreads hanging
Tattoos white girl 2 seater
Music loud blowing Loud
read what it says, look at the picture Bet
It says Chinese girl, age 17, waist 24, hips 33,
Hmmm, this one here says young black virgin
Man this is
I don't got no hoes no more, I'ma show you
When she make me go down low hear my vocals
She just think I'm talking
I can tell by her discussion
She
He could hunt, he could fish, build a deck, drive a boat
He was at home on land or on water.
He's survived by his wife, his father, two sisters
And they get paid for it
They get paid for it in many ways, not just in money
But they get paid for it in respect
They get paid for it in status
They get
bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
teach you that you're black, male, African and Egyptian
Learn your heritage, teach your lineage
Treat the people well, take the money from the innocent
God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
your money, bust out your wife
Make you dance to my beat all your life
Cause when I get in my stuff and I start to rhyme
The sucker MC's hide every
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
Their own rule
So replied, Dear Wife
I leave it all to you
To choose
And with that
He saw
Her change
Into a
Lovely
Young maiden
And she sighed
[Chorus]
Y'a'll ain't makin' no money, y'all ain't makin' no money
Y'all ain't really doin' nothin', y'all ain't thuggin', y'all stuntin'
Y'all ain't
[Intro:]
Straight out of QB niggas
This is nas, lo
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, wiz and horse
fuckin with these cash money millionaires
so what
pipes to ukulele
It sounds so good you can't sit down
We're dancing at the Céili
All the boys we love so well
So handsome, young and charming
pretty young mouth
But that was a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay
.jpg/300px-Dream_Wife_(band).jpg "Dream Wife")
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