look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie'
gonna make me rich In the darkness before dinner comes Sometimes I can feel the itch I got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line I'm sick
the contours of your back Quick where you at? (Quick) Yo I'm in the back room makin a run Ain't even touched her and makin her cum And you can catch
contours in your back Quik where you at? Yo I'm in the back room makin' a run Ain't even touched her 'n makin' her cum Now you can catch me out in'
] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make
ass whipping Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts, spit, hollow tip clips mainly Sick, ain't he? (mind control) Make you shoot your
up, or get scarred up It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just' The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing It's sick in the slums and
up, we at the opera Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper Chunky ass necklace Must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome Told ya eyes up on her
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo,
rhymes you stole Puffin' on dime bags and I been told My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic A thick stick and my dick Makes me sick when
damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make
frames My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightnin' I'll have her wearin' tight jeans, givin' nice brains in a white Range Pullin' up to club life, turned her
her with a brick But that'll only lead me to a worse predicament I hope your girlfriend ain't got you on a liquor binge With her bitter attitude just
With ganja butter Then you wanna hit the bong Your eyes flutter Yo, she had a happy face On her ecstacy She started touching her private place
able to sleep I'm bumpin' the beat when i heard her body talkin' to me I like what its sayin' and i love what i see You're comin' with me Her body's cold
just not the one for you Beware of the danger at the fork in love's road Sick in bed feeling cold and alone, please come back home Sometimes I feel I should just let her
her things and shes leaving the keys to the front door shouldve had known that it would happen once again was there something i couldve done to make