't want to break her crown When she says, let's go I like the nightlife baby She says, let's go She's laughing inside 'cause they can't refuse She's
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Nebraska guy Yeah somethin' about Baby you and I It's been two years since I let you go I couldn't listen to a joke or rock n' roll And muscle cars
cool Nebraska guy Yeah somethin' about Baby U&I It's been two years since I let you go I couldn't listen to a joke or rock n' roll And muscle cars
That's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude And I feel like I'm the shit Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude
' Listen, do for you, that ain't in the cars Think the power is in your gun but overall it's in your heart Nowadays I don't know what's up with niggas
go, no Won't let you go, go, go ,go Won't let you go, no Go, go, go, go, no, no, no, no Won't let you go, go, go ,go Won't let you go, no Go, go, go
's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Hey, hey Hey, hey (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) It's crazy how you can go from being Joe
won't let up Ah yeah, yeah, yeah That Rihanna reign just won't let up Ah yeah, yeah, yeah That Rihanna reign just won't let up So hard, so hard,
know what it's like in my shoes Do you need it? Wanna see the things that I see Tell me, do you want it? Wanna know what it's like to be me? Picture
hatin', but love my style And ladies go crazy, they love my smile P Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True chocolate mack who's pocket's
mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul
hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York
Had nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go
we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your
a bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's
