hands You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot
night I just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J
money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed
Fill up every ho in Georgia, show with 'em This K.I.N.G. a.k.a. Big Bang a.k.a. Shawty Pimp A.k.a. Shawty Pimp Big Bank, a.k.a. Shawty Pimp I get money
here, what you need to do Be thankful for the life you got, you know what I'm sayin'? Stop lookin' at what you ain't got Start bein' thankful for what
on Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for
I give it to you raw baby girl go ahead, wriggle to the floor beat bang til you can't take it anymore while I make you drunk, everybody fall on the floor
did you get to Sweden? "I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin' You lied to me dad, and now you made mommy sad And I bought you this
on my nuts Cause I got the shit so tight A young nigga doin damage to the mic (you sho' right) I'm 13, but I ain't dumb So bring it on if you muthafuckas
L, what up Sue? Y'all aks for it now I hit you in the head I will sleep in my bed you don't woke the dead Feel me you keep truttin' I'm a hit you wit
out tonight Pusha, I'm finally back at you two years later, hiatus was hell 300 K thanks to digital scales Eggshell whites, had them boys on my tail The truth out, now you
man lil nigga den dew it if ya wanna take my chain, ya betta be ready ta diee foorrr itttt you knoow it, yea bitch you awready know if you kick up in
rap shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin Like who the f**k
number to my phone- I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain't got no pockets- her pockets are on swoll. She brangin' protection and snappin' on whoever
: you better believe it you better believe it you better believe it my money dont fold i be gettin this dough you better believe it you better believe it you
Thank God that you brought the joy to me Now B2K has a story I love y'all just like y'all love me I know that your watchin? over me Thank God that you
Snooka rips the roof off Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two It's you, who? (AGA-AHHH! WWAAAAAH!) Redman with the Kung-Fu Come on
