You wanna speak like angels But you can't (You will get your reward) What is the whore you're living for? (You will get your reward) What is the whore
this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front
a def girl, really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells
, yell it out Invites only, don't tell no slouch How you feel around some made cats, really on chill Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore
left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared Laying low, seeking
like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it Five years plannin' to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played
My tongue touch you girl, you toes bound to curl This exclusive shit I don't share with the world I have you up early in the mornin', moanin' Back shot, proper or low
it [Inaudible] Don't send me no twig, don't send nothin' big With a sideways, think a magic Don't send me no pro, don't send nothin' low Down and out, holdin' out whore
got my gun high, I'm in my old school, I feel like the alumni, car looking like its sitting on 30 floors, 30 doors, 30 whores, few black bitches & perky whores
the movies except for Meryl, "I am the french left tenants whore" I was up for that part, i read that line "i'm the french lutenants whore, whats it
Lyin' low across the evening Can you see the lumps on my head? I guess that you never been here by the look upon your face Standing with all the whores
Lyin low across the evening Can you see the lumps on my head I guess that you never been here by the look upon your face Standing with all the whores
they lookin' at me? Well I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor Now, they got me in the middle feelin' like a man-whore Especially the
my niggas screamin', 'We did it' Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low
it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch
needs ho trainin' Ghetto ass always complainin' Tryin' ta clown in front of my friends By the way bitch, can I get those ends? Fuck the asterisk you ain't no actress Lay low
