When I was a little bitty baby My mama done rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from
eyes and said Ooo wee baby you're so good for my head Bluebirds over the mountain Seagulls over the sea-ea-ea Bluebirds over the mountain Bring my baby
'm pickin' up good vibrations She's giving me excitations Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop excitations) Good good good good
A Bitch Loves To Hustle Gotta Get That Paper Baby, Gotta Get That Kake Cop A Black Lambourgini, Put Gold On The Plates Gon To The Beach, Sand At My Feet
Young Mula Baby! Good Morning New York! [Nicki Minaj Talking] Waddup New Orleans? What you want me to do, weezy? [Lil Wayne Talking] Get em, baby! [
FOR To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa So I can Discover your MasterCard Let's cruise the beach and then park the yacht at the dock at the beaches
these hot boys, let me get the visa So I can discover your mastercard Let's cruise the beach and then park the yacht At the dock at the beaches Don't
for) To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa So I can Discover your MasterCard Let's cruise the beaches and then park the yacht At the dock at the beaches
my baby, aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked, hold my glock Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block cause they gone pay, gonna make my fedy
just a quater mile, and I'll smoke you good In my 455 Rocket The kind the police drive I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn She was made for the
the night, late after hours? My powers be have her comin hard to God, say good Muslim from the way I crush the
like it, mama? In the morning coming out the sho-wah? How bout the middle of the night, late after hours? My powers be have her comin' hard to God, say good
boss way up in the sky My baby's into lockin' in a copper tone tan So I'm slow motion lotion in with both of my hands Hey, it's so good to be alive
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My
for the cop Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch [Incomprehensible] ever skaty, my team ya's the shit Fifteen's humpin', dropped the top, she moaned Countin' my
what boys like, I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like I know what boys like, I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like me
Daddy O" Then came the surfers and the Hodads ya' know We had our woodies and our custom cars And when we drove around we knew we were bad My baby listens to my
do we care My baby and I just want a good time Might go up in smoke now but what do we care My baby and I just want a good time My girlfriend Penny,