the way she beat my dick up with her face Ain't no use in makin plans with me, she know I'm here for sex On another note, where them haters at, I'm here
make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4 I be
Here's a little song I wrote You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry be happy Every life we have some trouble When you worry you make it
heard you losing your cool, baby Na, na, na, chill, chill, chill, chill, freeze I'm just rolling with some broads That got pretty toes with me SWV pumpin' out the plat' 4
Love me like a brotherTreat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you could be the cash I'll
r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes But me though, I'm
was in the streets just for yay, now we pullin up in bid Escalades -Wish Bone- All paid 4, money on the wood so its no car note. -Layzie Bone- We far
notes But me doe I jack son bitch tito She wanna play games But dis is not bingo Monopoly I'm pass go Gon head n deep throat 4 chick 4 somes
all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your toes Cause back in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows And look, I was 17 -
Top notch whips that's What I drive 24 inches rims & tires Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes They stare me down, And I'm wonderin why [x4] Ah hold
) Outro Verse Riff 1 A|-3-3-3-4~~3-3-4-3-3-4-| D|-3-3-3-4~~3-3-4-3-3-4-| x x x x x x Verse Riff 2 A|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-4~~3-3-4-3-3-4-| D|-3-3-3
Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4 cover Comin', comin' through duck Run 4
be Never saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo' Same biz you paying, on notes I get
burner around 20 degrees So I could see who bust me, who knocked me out Who tried to choak, who tied the rope, who left me this bitch ass note I'm disgusted
and tap the butt Too $hort, baby all in them guts I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet It's just a freaky note
Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus ["I'm gonna cum!"] Verse 1: Let me skeet, don't hesitate It ain't good to masturbate Hoe
7, Golden Eye gold mouth, golden finga ass out while I'm holdin Nina I remember when I used to sell dope makin 20 off a Note task smash an grab
Know you like a brother Treat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you be the cash I'll be the
