red ribbon duckin fast til we pass out Bird days stop the shine til we let em out It's more money now and we the flip the draw Hella choppers, clip pull
way that you walkin, the way that you talkin you're the one i want to spend this night with tryna get in them draws and bang it out til the morning i
't have to sovote the fiens I got another plan, I got another plot I got some-mo grams, I got another spot Where we can put it, pull out the draws and
wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins spilled on
Bad bitch Everywhere I go I'm trying to find a Bad bitch You know me I gotta keep me a Bad bitch Freak in the morning, freak in the evening I'm looking
in more than a little bit Didn't wanna mention your name to the track but, ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat little shit) I'm real, on mic I show skills, stop
GIGGS: Yeah, Time to get that profit all in, won't rest till all my nigga's rocket ballin', I don't even think I stopped this morning, I'm that nigga
mind, in your mind Father, son and holy ghost Sacrificial drops the pain On a silver planet cross Sanctification on a chain They say redemption draws knives Storms of silence from above Stop
had some foreign bra's in his house How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch For now I let em suffer in the morn
check, and I see you outta place And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes
place, a different crowd that's more her taste She blended in, and I don't see all the secrets that she keeps I'm watching, stop moving, stop moving
-chill like an eskimo lets get mo, lets get mo bitches and I be like lets get mo bitches, Mr officer stop arresting your bitches, stop letin the messy
some shots over I think better when I'm not sober I Smoke goodie no glaucoma I'm a stock holder Private flights back home No stop over Still spittin
my chest And we gon? sweat, sweat, sweat I?ll be like oh yeah! You?ll be oh yeah! Making us sweat Hey!! I I be on that wake up in the morning Shawty
another one) I just don't wanna stop Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much (Yeah, uh, huh, yeah, Queen Pen take it to the Brooklyn Bridge) Stop
?s only love, that I?m seeking I played out this scene a hundred times But now I look at your mouth and I forget my lines You draw me in just like a cigarette One morning
she's trying just to stop this fight Don't stop believing, my girl America And his palms and sides were pierced with spears He hung in love just to draw
that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke a rollin' Whistle a blowin' Kentucky borderline. Listening to her engine keeping time Birmingham by noon, Montgomery my morning