who I am but she knows me That's why I make her say, ooh, make her say, ah Make her say, make her say, ooh Make her say, make her say, ah Shorty don
they never coming round I got pent house walls I stay high above your ass And I can see it all, my balcony is glass And wifey's over (Bitches) But moneys over (Her
wheel, before I hit a truck I?m so wreckless, my life?s hectic I?m in the spot with my r&b bitch Kelly Rowland, I got her open Got her up my ass, nigga
[drake] yeah.. feel good its a celebration, clap clap bravo lobster and shrimp and glass of miscotto for the girl who's in school and her friend who's
? I walk alone 'cause I was born alone I chirps her just for fun, I'll never ever call her phone I'll leave her in the club, I'll never ever walk her
she open when you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what
fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her
be The shit baby, check me out, be Imma be, Imma be on top, never stop Be, be, Imma, Imma be, Imma be, be, be Imma, Imma be, Imma be fuckin' her Imma
don't hear her voice I still can't hear her voice I don't deserve her So tell her not to cry Tell her not to cry Tell her not to cry! Mother Maria
you a celebrity overnight Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right I could make you a celebrity
move on when you always regret one [Miguel:] I wonder sometimes I wonder if I was wrong Tryna do right by you got me here Now all I am is alone Cause her
got the world in my hand And i aint finna let it go Is that your girlfriend I really like her Im talking only for a night I wouldnt wife her I got them
let my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her
low Joyride Move across the night Like a seperate wind Pulled up to a motel "Vacancy" was buzzing Pink and dirty neon Settle on the hood Wrapped her
Boss Ricky Ross It's Triple-C Color cut clarity My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch
Go celebrate yeah, go celebrate yeah Go celebrate yeah, go celebrate Seasons change, they rearrange So why can't you and I, say why? Can't you and I,
camara starring at celebrities feeled up with glamour sister dont believe that i met Nickii them old lines i used may make her not want to mess with
It's in the cut of your pretty gown Your come-on legs and your pantyhose You look so precious with your bloody nose We're gonna come together, we're gonna celebrate