we've never missed yet with the girls we meet None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night
can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died So bye, bye Miss American
He was a boy, she was a girl Can I make it anymore obvious? He was a punk, she did ballet What more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell Secretly
bad habits, that's fine You think I'm with it then you out your rabid ass mind They'll say tricks are for kids, most chicks woulda slid But who ain't miss a
my hometown think I'm a fool Got too much chlorine in my gene pool A few peas short of a casserole A few buttons missing on my remote control A few fries short of a
a good thing, I let it go I guess I was afraid to let my true feelings show Now things have changed because I'm not the same I've been a different man
'm in it They make a nigga feel like he doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut
your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could
fuckin? me 'cause I'm stuntin? on 'em It feels good to be fuckin? a real nigga, don't it? Ain?t called her in 2 days, gotta let her mind wonder But when she miss
give baby girl the heart of a trill And once you got the heart (heart), you got the dough But right now we gots to go, 'cause baby girl gots to know That girl
get you niggas minds right, getcha funds up instead of chasin after limelight. But since I'm all good I might, go and see whats good with these pretty girls
s make a toast to the good times Let?s have a toast for the cash flow Make a toast to a new thang on the arm of a bad hoe Make a toast to the bad day
a patoon!" Here we go, Girls! OW!" Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Now it's Turkish delight on a
so hot a nigger got me crib walking I'm from the suburbs but it's that good you make a good girl wanna get to the hood you make me say [x3] so good got
call her Miss. Boss I got it backwards, criss cross, shawty got her own Now all my ladies that don't need a man for nothing Except some of that good
can make your bedrock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock girl i-i-i-i can make bed rock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock she got that that good good shes michael bad
I see her, she remind me of how I broke a virgin Think I still drive her crazy 'cuz she still wanna date me Got a man and a baby, do ya thang, I ain'