sense, so what was the reason? Tell me why do we fall in love? They say only fools fall in love But love was meant for all of us So what we think we know we
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so what?s the reason Tell me why do we fall in love? They say only fool?s fall in love, but love was meant for all of us So what we think we know we
where I'm leaving you bitvh-ass niggaz so come, come. Mo' victim to tha crome, it's on. Leavin' bodiez strapped up, and I kill 'em all, mo' mo'. Bitch
, you goin' get stomped And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow And that's how the thugs do it You know we get down and
the lobby" You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends Next weekend we gonna do it all again I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud We
and get it You love yo daddy I know ya with it That's why I got love for you 'cause you get out there and do what it do Workin' my piece and work the
gonna do, whatever I want her to Yo gotti [2x] That bitch ain't no gutta bitch She done sucked ahunnit dicks Crossed about a hunnit hoes and ran threw ahunnit clicks She do
50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down wit Z-ro. And that Millzey, its goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know we comin down bald fades, not afros. (Key-C) Now we chillin, now we just leanin, and we comin up fixin
can't do a handout? And why these pastor keep messin' with these boys Astons Ralph [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle] We bobbin to the music this is how we do
where I'm leaving you bitch-ass niggas So come, come. Mo' victim to tha crome, it's on Leavin' bodiez strapped up, and I kill 'em all, mo' mo' Bitch-
about the mighty Mo Thug, we smoking much bud, and giving you real niggas love, y'all. United we stand, divided we fall, Mo Thug will always stay strong
lil mo' drinkie, drink off in my cup I still take a lil' Hen mix it with a lil Gin Shake, shake it all in (all in) A lil' somethin' that I made up, sip
us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride till we meet
's why my OG's we be hanging out like rusty mutha's. Don dolla dolla. Pon the granma. Nada nine to popa. I love you boo don't want no more that baby mama
't and lil niggas still think its a game you wanna black president, but we ain't ready for change, lil chain round ya neck like we still slaves my lil
lil' mo' Mo' mail, clientele yo that sells Humongous clout, tryin' hard not to fail Boss ballin' feelin' my way this mo' each day Out smartin' fools
