الأغاني:
Cris Cab

[Chorus:] No one's gonna tell me how to live my life Doing fine No one's gonna tell me how to do it right I'll make up my mind And no one's gonna tell

) sporty thievz Verse 1: Why you can't buy me a drink Buy me a mink, pay for my link Pay for my rent, pay for my cab At least go half, throw me some

'? I ain't tryna hear it Not this time Look nigga, whatchu think this is? You treat me like a random chick You done forgot who introduced you to rocks And poppin' all that Cris

time) [Verse 1: Trina] Look nigga Whatchu think this is? You treat me like a random chick You done forgot who introduced you to rocks And poppin all that cris

Hennessy hips, and Belve' eyes Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs I'm hungover (hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover) She had a bubble like Cris

hips, and Belve' eyes Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs I'm hungover (hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover) She had a bubble like Cris', Patron

) [Verse 1: Trina] Look nigga Whatchu think this is? You treat me like a random chick You done forgot who introduced you to rocks And poppin all that cris

femmes, Sous le soleil de Satan, les anges sont infames. On s'attend au pire, en tatant plus de billets. La devise, expropriee, la paix peut aller s' r'habiller. La crise

Hennessy hips, and Belve' eyes Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs I'm hungover (hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover) She had a bubble like Cris