aston and let the rest surprise and thats when we disappear and you need a gps to find her oh that was your girl i thought i recognized her (young lloyd) oh baby i be stuck to you
my pants and let u pet it for me baby My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddie for me baby And when u fuck with me they give u credit for it baby
And let you pet it for me, baby My d-ck on professor Klump jump On this Eddy for me, baby And when you fuck with me They give you credit for it, baby
always remember something Chris Rock said Don't send no more candles No matter what you do Then Willie stopped singing And the prairie wind blew The green kept rolling on For miles and
and i be diggin and linen and i be whippin out things that you neva seen now well im quick to just whip it and make you pur like a kitten and imma
I recite it in cursive Whats your name Mr. Carter (Yeah) President Carter (YEAH) Dr. Carter (HAAA) If you see me when you see me say you see me hey Wayne Like you
real, but they really aint for real I'll show you who's real, when you broke aint a thrill Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear I wanna sit
action Mama's got a brand nu bag You will never feel how good it is to love me Rather than control me (rather than control me baby) I don't need the
dank and clocking the bank And I'm a get mine in the 9 o's I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes I'm pulling up right beside you
you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you playa hate on me?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on me
owe me shit It taught me the game and told me, "Go, get rich" Twenty pounds in a rental car, headed to the Mack Town T-Y told me, "Get the work and make
you hating, it's nothing I got your ears [Chris Brown - Chorous] I'm always pushing myself to the limit making sure I stay ahead you made me who I am
out, them haters gon die baby you know them doors are suicide And it aint about nuttin but you and I [Chris Brown] All these girls around the World, they love me
' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me (Woo!) That boy Simba crazy Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe And though you wish me well, I know deep down you
christmas eve ill fuck you under that tree. legs in the air thats yo gift from me. rick james supa freak grab ya waist and now let me eat. pipe game imma beast.you
a joke? The other day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke? What's the problem, you know I'm sober? If you drove a fucking Nova you wouldn
to get to know you bettah Iesha, you know I want you so bad And there's nothing anyone can do To keep me away from you Chris, Mark, Red, Da, Ro Chris
You see P you know that the Four's Kept, by my side you scared to leave from your doorstep, embrace ya Satan my niggas endorse that, heat your face fixed