i got it bad, ?tick rella bella? i go in my stash, it never hurt me coz everyday my birthday, she look thirsty, imma let her work me, i got cake got
consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes
night One pound ten for the wedding cake And plenty bottle of cola wine All the people them dress up in a white Fi go eat out Johnson wedding cake
bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie Oh, my God, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never
am I gonna do, about you If wishes were horses this beggar would ride I'd have my cake and eat it with a little on the side I'd never want for money, I'd never
tolls on (unclean) and many deaths and many days later many tears have been cry cried but in vain for tears can never erase the pain of death only
the Gunnaz 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down The girls, the girls they love us (Say what) (Look she right there) (Her man he right there) Yup
cool, but y'all just ain't me Somebody better tell em That we in this bitch Like an unborn baby (Hey) See, we be everywhere And they ain't never there
don't know the steps yet, here's the gang with all the answers, Ladies and Gentlemen, introducting the `Weird Al' Polka Dancers! There they are. Everywhere, we see them there
So how's by you? Have you seen this Jew? Reads the Torah, does his own accounting too Workin' like a dog at the synagogue He's there all day, he's there
Is anybody out there... [Scarface] I swear I feel so all alone, back down on my knees again Hopin you can keep me strong, 'cause I can't hardly sleep
boys left her alone They all said she was the devil's one and only child I don't believe it Not one word There ain't one thing I've ever heard That'll never
with a deal, (Nah) Probly never had a fight, No guns, none of that, Niggas know im right, (Yeah) I say goodnight to my son, Give my baby moms a little cake
have you car twisted like a blunt for you faggot ass niggas that like to front I?m on some BBC bape shit Im on some cake shit in the kitchen with the
The Blueprint Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake
Waking up dead, inside of my head Would never, never do, there is no med No medicine to take I?ve had a chance to be insane Asylum from the falling rain
cake A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton