and dreamin' Baby who on earth do you think you're kidding? Go and put another record on I'm sick of hearin' the same old song Don't wanna hear your little
's a little bit late... twenty years or so it's a little bit cold for all those concerned but I'd sell my soul and your soul for a song so I'll pour my
probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little
me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer? (My music box) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick the sick
I was gonna take the time to sit down And write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song
There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the silly little fans they
singing our songs to waiting on you Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you Every other record these rappers be faking on you We singing songs
me feel kind of sick To know love put you in a trick I knew our love would have to end The day I made it with your friend Giving your love to one unreal
front She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little
a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a little [Cam'ron] yo, yo been in rich places, sick
.I.G. One one two Check me out right here yo Verse One: Puff Daddy Yo the sun don't shine forever (BIG: You can turn the track up a little bit for
so over being blue Cryin' over you And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs
block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won't have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick, Or that
on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail and I Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick
just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a little [Cam'ron] yo, yo been in rich places, sick
got a trick that'll make you fall in love And you can have that bitch for just a couple of dubs Frank V is on some sick shit, some fat shit Some wait,
of these faggot songs I can wear checkered pants and never smile Whatever's cool for your radio dial Toby fell in love with a college {The borish, bumbling
I gotta prove girl? You heard the song your pussy is my weakness And I'm feelin cock strong Like He-Man, so who do I be man? You callin me sick But