: 2x] And I don't wanna die but if I do Homies, don't cry! I did so much dirt I should fry And, loc, sometimes I don't wanna come outside But I'm all
: x2] And I don't wanna die but if I do Homies, don't cry! I did so much dirt I should fry And, loc, sometimes I don't wanna come outside But I'm all
I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold Mmm, I need that Hot Tottie You can be my Hot Tottie
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
I don't wear it no more... [King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me
I'd never fall in love) I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold Give me that hot tottie
I'd never fall in love) I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold Give me that hot tottie
swoll Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then
the streetsweeper Don't start none, won't be none no reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his
Won?t you come here with me I?m a chill, n' I'll set you off What you don?t know how to let it go You?re thick, body sick, but don't trip Keep this
the loot Cos he's actin real loonie and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie The hoodrats wanna do me So if you've got'cha county
I don't hit her wit no fists, shawty you know how I feed her She say "go deep", I go deeper I don't preach, I just please ya If you know women like I
her i don't hit her with no fists shawty you know how i feed her she say go deep, i go deeper i don't creep, i just please her if you know women like
bitch I gotta AK See y'all nigga, me and my click and we don't muthafuckin' play Oh, I think they like me Oh, I think they like me Oh, I think they like
I can't lie Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire Put it in my hands, I can make it go If I can't move it then I'ma call Tony yo I let the bullets from
slayed [king tee] Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh I can't stands no more, grab the floor Hit the deck when I
it blaze, all I got left is one guage I slung all the ones that I brung from the gun Store, I gotta get at least three more And I could give a fuck what
I can make em scream, I can make em holler Don't ask me for no change, cause I won't give a dollar Cause bitches be trippin when you ain't got the ends
