you I lost my winning ticket to lotto Still every time I raise my glass I try to drink away my past To the world I might appear to be the life of the party
Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party
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Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party But
I Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party
it. And all of my friends, they tried to warn me. They told me she would harm (hunt?) me But I gotta be, yeah I gotta be, gotta be the life of the party
so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe
[Foreign Content] What? Keep going baby! [Foreign Content] Terror Squad, Rockland, Joe Crack, the R Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty tryin' to bring
Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo She spent pesos on those Lebeaus Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole She was so obsessed with her body and clothes To every party
a give it to you right [sapphira] Would you do whatever I want? Would you give me all that I need? [fat joe] Ugh yo yo Don't need to tell me about your love life
change gunna make the millions low the millions after the trillions no I didn't have a good home life concentratin on me take a look at your own life
, it's way too dark for women She say it sound like I hold grudges She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight? But fuck a party now and everybody
Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard
police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life
Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene Your money NBA, NFL all legal My niggas on the block going hard pumpin' diesel However do you want it, Joe
took it to the streets I live the plush life Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice Bumpin' the heist in the wit' the bug lights Just the life that the
die Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice? When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose KRS-One will fuck up parties dramatically
