attitude And I feel like I'm the shit Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude I feel like I run this shit Yeah, that
need yea i dont have to sell myself cause you can see the proofs for (???) ooo ah ive got that uh uh uh to back it up so youve better m-m-make sure this
at me, let me know Call me or text me, baby, when you need some mo' I give you Becky, baby, when ya body sore This is exclusive, you can't buy this in
cut and let niggas rip they show Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris' Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this
: Faith Evans] Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me Come on, roll with me We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel
(Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
Uhh, check it out, uhh (I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at baby) Fuck all that pretty shit Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (
ain't no room for love, it's just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause Mo' babies, mo'
Bump my beats Can't nobody compete Imagine this: A hundred G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this
from here man! Dyko! We talked about this for a long time homie. Don?t it feel good? We told these niggas we was comin man Hustle Hard! Yea! This for
Ooh Ooh Shook up, Shook up, Shook Up Ooh Ooh Listen, it's something like dynamite Oow! [Verse 1: Tweet] This morning (I Cried) Had a good feeling (Inside
gotta Jones all down in my bones I gotta lil' twitch up in my spine And if I let you go and feel on me You gone have to play this one mo' time You gotta
Now It's A Duet? Nd You Wet, When You Check Out The Technique From The Two Teckz And I Don't Need Two Lips To Blow This Like A Trumpet You Dumb Shit, This
why I have no love for these mo'fuckin' ho's Blood suckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this? I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this
I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for
's what I do for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Eat for a livin' nigga (Watcher) That's how I live for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Okay, let's do this (The Watcher
your my proof, your stress and your my masseuse, mama say mama say momma Dondas' son, lost in this plastic life, lets break out of this fake ass party and turn this