Girl why do u blow my mind I think about u all the time like an addict I?m So addicted to you (to you) When I see u smile (When I see u smile) Oeh,
ya shitted I'm from the projects so y'kno I'm cuthroat A soulja out that 'Nolia want beef - Lets go Nigga I'm +Bout Whatever+ I'm tired a telling ya
, U S A, bang your heads to this Come on, U S A, bang your heads to this Come on, U S A, bang your heads to this I was born, I was raised In the U S of A I'm
on the floor leta??s party right now ia??ll let yaa?? know you got my body burnina?? baby outta control i could be your favorite tell me whata??s your
the rhymes stop dumpin' And beats stop knockin' then Free still fuckin' with Beans R U to the G-S, maneuver the ve Throughout the U.S. with two teks
I wonder if I'm better off with My eyes closed I'm so happy here I'm snug And cozy in my nest Soup's on the shades are Drawn and I'm in bliss My music
up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. navy You ain't crazy, laid up in
Flip] -Uh, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit I got DVD's in my bentley coupe I got hoes that's 22 they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so
you got hatred on ya mind, I'm not the nigga to speak on I'm as throwed as the pig-skin in the E-N-D Zone I'm lookin' for a faithful, yellow-bone to cheat
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk In This Bitch,Get Drunk In This Bitch,Get Drunk In This Bitch (Let's Go)(Eh),K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk In
the place (Now whut's up?) DJ, pick up the pace (Now whut's up?) Gyrate, feel the bass (Now whut's up?) What the deal, huh? (Now whut's up?) Aiyyo we
's go!" who say what? say what? say no! i go's in like Pac, J so hold up, the Carter's here? I go's in like Pac, J, so Carter! better ask my father been
its me baby carter lets go,you already no wassup i had about enough don't wanna be ya girl stop blowing me up I'm over you boy I'm over you boy you
they chrome, and hold they own. It's messed up, Now a nigga livin' through his ancestas. Saukrates - 23, turnin' like 45 in a year, I'm cravin' for the days when I'm
'suis qu'un artiste blesse, une proie pour l'Etat, ma carte metissee pour les policiers. La melodie des briques c'est mon destin autenthik N-E-S-S Isleym
I got 'em Young Carter on the A-team if it's in alphabetical order Used to daydream About Benzes and Porches and by 18 I had a Benz and a Porche I'm
I see Euro's, that's right plural I took so much change from this rap game It's your go HEY MR. Carter [Verse 4:] It's my go And I'm a go so opposite
on me [Lil Wayne:] Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2 It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes