whack Or maybe if you was fat But damn (Why you gotta look so good?) Damn you make it so hard to leave you (Why you gotta look so good?) I don't want
she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke Damn nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms So she don't have to bone for dimes? Or
So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke DAMN NIGGA, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms so she don't have to bone for DIMES? Or
ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me And turn me back to
of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn Damn
for you to travel that way And I don't want ta violate your relationship So I lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip Still he can't stop me from
blast for your ass like boom Damn, Salt-N-Pepa stepped in the room With the La-Di-Da-Di, we like to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
me, then we'll feel and see I'll put a arch in your back, now I'm feelin' beat I told her don't run from me, now we both breathin' Like we runnin' track
dagobah Yoda: I'm Yoda, I'ma solja I'm low to the floja I though I told ya Don't be unwise Judge me not by my size You won't believe your eyes
a Mothers Night If doing it is wrong, I don't wanna be right I'm callin on you cause I can't do it myself To me you're like a brother, so be my mother
most when I don't call at night And it's just because you love me And you worry 'bout your man You do the best you can, with who I am Burnin' both
and don't worry Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang
t bout it, bout that, then I don't wanna be bothered We keep it pimpin' harder, now, ya'll don't want no problems I'm prayin' for you, you prayin' for me
t goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.} 'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.} Nigga's still owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.} And I gots
me, he told me what it is That bastard's not my baby I see you tryin' to play me I see you tryin' to play me Why me? Lawyer just told me, he told me
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
's deep and wet And I don't need the taxes, I don't sweat the bitch And sworn it, damn it, that's some Texas shit And I won't fuck 'em on the first day
candy but I ain't hammy Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where