Search results for 'title by ciara' Page #8

that it's hot
I really had the brib booming
I was cooking on the pots
I had to learn how to trap by myself like im a tutor
I got ten bands on me now

Look he needa tuck it down
By the way he look at me
I know his game rye
But pretty boys don't give it all out on the same night
Let's go to Paris

Best believe I'm gonna get wit her once I get my chance
I don't see no one with you so i'ma be yo man
She all by herself moving like moving like

On a power trip, drive by hit that spray Ain't Ciara nigga ima have to rustle Future
Bitch we stick talk ain't no fucking Kama Sutra

Boss Ross hit em with dat

the answers"
Glock make a nigga put his hands up
I walked in like the real Kanye
This wock, this not Bombay
I hate bitches that move like Ciara
That gotta be

the difference
I just be surrounded by some pretty women
I don't say a word just mind my pretty business

Sneaky link at the hotel
But we know that these hoes tell

to waste
I been on my grind
Cause I won't let time
Pass me by anymore
Like I did when I was with you
Why was I even with you? (Tell em)
Gotta protect

now she's glad she dodged a bullet
Tell the DJ play a classic for this woman
She a show off like Ciara with the goodies
Life's kind of tough he got her

bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I ride the beat like ciara
The chorus is my Parents
Always says the same

the scariest dudes is shooters
Cause we smoking like hookah
About they cheese like it's Gouda
Does the meanest Ciara mean gangsters lacking they future
Dudes

on Isaac Newton
Inside the Future, son I see-era (Ciara)
Of the golden age cumin back it gets better
Change is inevitable
Now we get poetical
Similar

can give you a future you never had
I swear to Ciara
I know you gotta drive and you looking porsh
In that Porshe by the marrow
I know you sending me

left her house on fire 
She still tell me that it's hot 
I really had the brib booming 
I was cooking on the pots 
I had to learn how to trap by myself

me to blend
I'm sipping on Henny, not Henry, but always move dangerous
My shorty like Ciara, I love the way that she ride for it
My future Haunted by

Ciara, she gave me them goodies

Ballin' like Zion, but I'm not a rookie Justice for Trayvon, I'm rockin' my hoodies
I'm gettin' money, so fuck how you

Ciara
There ain't no bitch I need, you can't love me like Tiara
Got bitches on their knees, and they comin' by the pair
Bust down to a T, Jayla B

Make sure they love it
No longer involved with you shawty
Smoking on us cause it's toxic
Ladi dadi, we like the body
Ciara type hoes at the party

Be careful who you love, every bitch don’t deserve no title
I got mine sellin drugs, but don’t let my way misguide you
If you die by the gun,

the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my

is adored by the world

This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John

lame ass would run up on me
but chad moss you better be protected by the army, PUSSY

(2x)
fuck bow wow
fuck em
fuck bow wow
fuck em
fuck bow wow
old

World Dance

Beenie Man

Strictly the Best, Vol. 13

1995

an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Do by di dumb, di deaf di blind and di cripple
An I don't know why black wizard love it

Big Bank

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

as it is
Swear that money like the chili double hot

Dog tater chip bag
No sir, no shoes, no swag,
I'll get cash, put that title by my name
Hottest

a record by its cover
'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable
There's always more behind the title
One man's enemy's another man's brother
One man's