heat. Indeed you bleed But don't nobody fuck with Bone, Please And you can get ya thug on, (thug on) Said you can get ya thug on, (thug on) And you can
want to be her? (Do I want to be her?) And don't we love something fresh- anything new, virgin. Woman, you got too many brambles hiding under these bushes. Woman, you
this) tedious journey, journey, journey I-I-I- I-I-I want, I want, I want the Lord to walk with, walk with, walk with I want You to walk with me Jesus
' heat, indeed you bleed But don't nobody fuck with Bone, please And you can get ya thug on (Thug on) Said you can get ya thug on (Thug on And you can
dice here not tryin' to justify When you shut ya eye you can touch the sky You in trouble ma and you should pray about speed But if that's 'bout you
that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you
the shades I been up for bout three days {You already know what we say when we outta here what? a bay bay a bay bay you can find if you scared} [X2] Cut
the peons Let's go to Vegas and watch Celine Dion Make 'em say what we want? You say no like you was doin' it for eons Fuck it, I'll just hum and Let
hide em When I'm stuck in the club niggas will let you know On the door start looking for sure And if you want to start something With my kliq it's cool
glock and you're a slingshot When I'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy Niggas
is on me. These songs you've been writing, Well, me and Jesus don't approve. Get over it. Well, it seem you're really nervous About all the sexy drugs That you
everywhere cuz I cuz I don't care With my niggas out that lava and you know we bad off We the ones up in tha cut with them blunts that make you cough
I told you motherfuckas I'll gi' you a lil' help Cause if I really had funk wid you, I wouldn't say shit Just spray shit, come get you, ya done dizzle
you killed other women in here? I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them nailed down, hung on walls, hanging from ceiling fans swinging dead in summer wind. Why did you