I need a chick to suck my dick I need a dog to lick my hog I need a cat to stroke my bat I'm pukin and shitin' and dyin' of thirst I ain't got no field
playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I
I don't know dude... I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude... And I think everyone's got a fucking problem
Killa Season She said I'm feeling a bit of ego Wait, am I talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn) I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can Grenade
s ya main man I'm back niggaz holla My break I'm fresh off it I never change I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs sweats and Taurus But I'm a do it for
-huh, yeah I know this player named Ricky, push an 850 Light-skinned, slim, with a head like Sticky All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie And in a
- the swap meet damn don't be a hater - its all good smile now cry later never mess with a chick, with lip liner no lip stick wanna look good I'll tell
talk funny, friends they want from me But all I need is long money and a strong honey I need it fast, I'm furious like Vin Diesel I'm lookin' at my plate
my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come Wayne #1
smash these vocals and do a performance But we in a van, and he in a tour bus You want my autograph you's a liar No, I'm Swift (Oh, I thought you was
eye what's mine is yours I need a suite with the flowers Complementary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a
these vocals and do a performance But we in a van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph youse a liar And nah I'm Swift (Oh I thought you were
gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla See if you could in a philly or a chalice I'm givin' you The chance to smoke up until a ugly chick look like
from.... She said I'm feeling a bit of ego Wait, am I talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why
And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard I knocked on the door, yo whassup
and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from new york and never was a fan of the knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with