My hats off to the one that i lost you to You might even call him a friend So anyone who can truley love you More than I do My hats off to him Oh girl
treated My hats off to the one that i lost you to You might even call him a friend So anyone who can truley love you More than I do My hats off to him
'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle I got the
did it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs
where my blunt ends And Imma be a legend even when my life ends And Imma a be a legend even when this life ends Girl, I do my thang, hop up on it, like
Alright now My mama warned me about boys like you It's the reason I wear these high heel boots, yeah And let me give you a little piece of advice My
be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause
us to keep off us gave her a handshake only for my man's sake she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place
his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down baby nelly singing my
I kill for my son [Lil Wayne] Gangsters don't live that long That's why we got to party everyday like Frank came home And it's hard for me to say that my
him in the balls Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high He shot my Billy dead and now it's time
s hair began to turn white His pa said, "Son, listen hear, I know You can stay but that guitar has just gotta go" So he pulled his hat down over his
I just smiled at him, and I turned the other cheek I really don't care, in fact I wish him well 'Cause I'll be laughin' my head off when he's burnin'
soft,so fine I gotta take ya from your man, that's my mission If his love is real he's got to handle competition You only knew him five months, that's
food cookin' My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken Hit the basement, holla at uncle Doc, nephew, wit snu kickin' Where dudes, what's your
off sheet rock, 2 gunz up bitch that's D-Block My flow pretty like a peacock My nigga locked up, but yea they still on P cock Too dangerous, me and my
