got a hundred of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can
i love you, yo game was a half bad till the fagots came, got the weed man need me at baggage claim in the same way never has the status change so when
of brew Listen u should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good That 808 woof woof 'cause I write it good And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good
(x4) When yo' jeans match yo' jacket and yo' burt sits high, with yo' friends you pretend but you know that its a lie, Thats what them girls like (x4
feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish life was never ending, and all good things, they say, never last Springtime was always my favorite time of year, A time 4
t even tripping. (Lil' Wayne chorus) I'm goin' in(x4) And I'ma go hard (x4) Bitch I'm goin' in(x4) And I'ma go hard (x4) (Drake verse 2) First
Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss ) I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
might as well bring her too I know she feel bad and you wanna make her feel good If you really, really wanna make he feel good You should let her take
just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's goin' bad, she's gone forever And more
at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Mister, I'm too good
much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has its sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4
why I stay high... I'm holdin onto my soul, but nobody know when all unfolds, then when I go, go. Remember the bad cause all of the good I found on my
em I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww) It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay bits Talkin bad like you
Man I met this chick so fine So bad, she made me sick some time I just had to fuck this bitch one time I met her in the galleria shopping, buying Gifts
my lap when I'm on the creep Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep 'Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4 C.S.I. nigga, black 850 And now