So hit the lights lights lights Baby hold it And let me holla on this remix for a moment so watch me kick it then im gonna flip this script and own it,own
should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch I hate niggas , but I love your mom give her
14, there's just so much you can't do And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots But don't make her drop you off around the block
she open when you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what
Down Anderson/Howe In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain
She got a phone call saying her lover had ran away Just another phone call, another bad day She packed her keys got out of town Stole her best friend
All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys like janitors Throw D's on that bitch, bought her
, and you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her
that dude I don't even know his name I laid hands on her I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength [Refrain - Rihanna] Just
or you yaa??ll ain't so important that my words are meant for you when did everybody become so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her
attracted to her for her attractive ass And now we murderers because we kill time I knock her lights out and she still shine I hate to see her go but
here she starts Hear her cry Flight of the seabirds Scattered like lost words Wield to the storm and fly Fare thee well now Let your life proceed by it's own
Look out, Houston, there'll be thunder on the hill Bye bye, baby, don't you lie so still Was Wedn'sday evenin' when first we heard the word It did not
you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word
boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And
was only right, so she worked and she prayed And she did just what she said for that he'll love her forever She kept her word to him for that he'll love her
forward, not behind then you'll see what you find I caught a sucker dyin' 'cause he thought, he could rhyme Now, if his momma is a quarter, daughter must be a dime I gotta meet her
at you no more And I don't think you'll ever understand Until you get a dose of your own It's your turn now Crazy how I never used to say a single word