[Usher] I aint one to brag, but you done made me hav to get in my bag, ooooh, yep, there it is, there it go, fall in love with these women I barely know
[Common] I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy with a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
[The-Dream - Verse 1] She mad than a mahfucka 'Cause shawty bad than a mahfucka It's two in the mornin' I've been out all night Patronin' She sayin' sorry
You Cant Judge A Book By Its Cover You Gotta Read It Man But As Far As Narcotics I Got IT If You Need It Man I Got That Piff If You Need A Gram Its Light
I can't go on,the feelin's gone,I don't know where I reach down deep inside of my heart,there's nothing there I know I can't stay with him,still I don
She walks around in her robe To hide her bag of shit Colostomy bag, reeks of crud Embedded in her hip Screaming at the bitch She took my parking spot
Looking out my favorite window / Been smoking cigarettes all night / Wishing that you were here with me / And maybe things would be alright / You don'
Oh oh oh I aint one to brag But yall done made me had to get in my bag Oh nah (im single) OH! (and im ready to mingle) Yup! Aah! Verse. There it is
I've got something up my sleeve I've got something up my sleeve Without sayin' the word I'm ready for a party tonight My fire is on the front burner
Old Mr. Kringle is soon gonna jingle The bells that'll tingle all your troubles away Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag 'Cause Christmas is
[words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander] A-tisket a-tasket A green-and-yellow basket I bought a basket for my mommie On the way I dropped
Yeah check it This another one of those ak shits youknowhati'msayin? This right here's about a girl Who wanna live in your house for free, without a
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Hey I was walking my bag Through a 20 storey non stop snow storm Pirrelli calender girls wrestling in body lotion My head's swimming with poetry and prose
Black rubber bags. Sunburns in a perfect day. Now smell the air of this perfect sky. Silent sweet, a precious place, desirable shade. Beneath the pinyon
[Intro] I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and fucking get me, motherfucker Yeah, break, start the song now
Non fiction don't believe The chances I have to take Betrayal at its best is always second guessed Try I am hating The pressure so give me a reason now
Altered States of America in water cooler Warfare with an unseen enemy Heat flashes on the job, it's back to the water cooler Drinking more and more at
