fucking lips! Its dinnre time, we're hearin' grace from your mother, I'd pull a 40 out and poor some for your lil brother. I'm staring steady at your
your face, let me clear it But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet Then I'mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I'mma spill it back
gurl, work dat thang gurl (My nizzle, haa, Twista) Shake dat thang gurl, work dat thang gurl ([Incomprehensible]) (Yea yaa, Mom and Daddy) (Oww) Oh Mom and Daddy, spins Mom
[Game - Verse 1] I'm sitting here watching my daughter being born Feel like I should thank God that nothing went wrong Back in my days I was headed straight
back tonight Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back
Stacy's mom has got it goin on Stacy's mom has got it goin on Stacy's mom has got it goin on Stacy's mom has got it goin on Stacy can I come over after
Dear mom, Alana's in her second trimester Stressed out 'cause I'm gone, she acting all extra We're happy ?cause she knows it's a girl But we doubtful
could i ever forget? i could never forget i will never forget how could i ever forget? i could never forget i will never forget jimmy and johnny just stare
For what? For this: [both singing] You like the stylish clothes we wear, And you like our flat-top style of hair. It's just those bugged out things we do That make the girles wanna stare
To protect me from the enemy, myself I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall Thinking about everything But then again I was thinking about nothing And then my mom
She turned the night light on and blew him a kiss He stared back through his green Crayola eyes She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc Next
where your mom met your dad Darlin? won?t you meet me in the old part of town? Saw a newspaper with big headlines That seemed to stare right through
back He's back Guess who's back He's back Guess who's back He's back Guess who's back He's back Guess who's back He's back Guess who's back He's back
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Umm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (Thanks, mom
She turned her nightlight on and threw him a kiss He stared back with gree Crayola eyes She traced his likeness from the back of the disk Next to a promise
stare Girls they point "yo that's that nigga over there" I get a lotta love lotta hate Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake Now they calling me fake Shit back
loved You know you are loved, yeah Back in high school, Tamika was the sweetest, the bomb Hot to death, though in tenth grade a teenage mom Knocked
the bullshit, for the hood shit Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick Then we dippin' and dabbin', goin' back