uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
[Intro - Missy Elliott - talking] Oh (what you got player) Oh (ah, uh) Oh (ah, uh huh) Hey yo Loon Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit
if we ever did split up how can somethin? so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? with jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
't you know im the one (yea im her) boy don't you know im the one (yea im her) Drake's Verse: ught uh ok i got these girls fight
politely declined when I offered her my number Then I asked her what's her name, said she'd rather make me wonder So I paid and she laughed, carried out her
I had to pin her To the bed like a wrestler, her to press on her, uhh Her man kept pagin, stressin her So I told her what to say just in case he question
a pro lover (Lover) As a quick pro call we can both come and go This ain't about fidelity (Uh, uh) Thought I was a pimp, player, hustler, baller (Huh
recognize a real nigga Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow Closet lookin' like I opened up a Vinnie's Styles Bitches say, "We are the best" So mami in my
the Mason Martin Margellas What could I tell her Man I swear you gotta see her to believe her Then may be you could understand why I need her Besides her
Why every rapper name BIG got body huh? But every rapper named Sean got money, ooooh Well I guess my chances are fifty, fifty But my vision is twenty, twenty So
right out from between her legs and start fryin eggs? [Busta Rhymes] I can't remember exactly but I used to ride to her hood and pick her up all hours
're my guy we're together, uh huh Calling my phone about we needed a break How we gonna break up when we ain't been on a date? You say you want that
, plus Chanel ski hat She want the boy, so I give her the boy Now she screamin' out, "Boy, boy, boy" Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out, lift her
[mya] Remix Uh uh, uh uh At the university, uh Raekwon, noreaga, no-body Movin' on [r] yeah [m] who da hell is sabrina? [r] i don't know what you talkin
She elegant, her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, lovin' cats to ski in her dope She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat Her
you'd be walkin off stiff My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh) A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh) And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh
huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Nail done, hair done, every thing done Nails done, hair done, everything d... Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh You you fancy huh
[Intro] Uh huh... (one) Uh...it's another... (one) I am the... (one) Darkchild... (one) [Mary J. Blige] Them oher girl's you done been with None of them