gon' blow Speakers got bass Bottles on ice Haters gon' hate Baller don't care Baller's so straight Baller from the hood So Baller don't play Baller burn
we go Hataz everywhere we go Hataz everywhere we go, where we go, Hataz goin down for the count [Verse 1:] This sir, is the beef from the caterz K, C
Life goes on Look like it's time For moving on Good-bye, baby I wanna thank you for the ride We did a dance and took a chance Nothing we ain't tried C
nuit mon ange C'est cette putain de guerre Qui t'a donne trente ans Releve-toi Ne pleure plus Il faut fuir maintenant C'est cette putain de guerre
peint des Paradis, des Jesus, des Marie Il me dit toujours Marie tu lui ressembles Regarde cette annonce on demande d'urgence Serieuses references c
Maurice White, Robert Brookins, Stephanie Mills & M.C. Hammer When you find a brand new love isn't it fun love that special one to kiss and hug isn'
ou sont les bons tremplins Tu plais beaucoup aux Catalans T?es cauteleux, t?es cabotin Pas cabochard et ca c'est bien Et ca c?est bien Tu baratines
be some confusion, You niggas are not me I am an illusion, Really what you cannot see So picture me, Like a paparazzi H, dot N dot I dot C WE don't play
contract from bad boy Yeahh... it's all good baby babyyy My swag plays a big part so it's all graveyy We hit the club like nino in the C.M.B Pretty mixxed
new year, and I'm back for new money Just I think I left somethin (JUST BLAZE!) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. It'
to help you open yo' eyes and see that Ha ha, this some shit, cool shit, real playa like [Chorus: Fabolous (Lloyd)] Hey shorty, we can do it real playa
no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters
of the seas' Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's When they ain't never
y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams" At one time or another Fast cars, cash Money, hustlin... C'mon
s up We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON) [Lil' Fame] Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch Play C low, and spit four five
and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players
in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C
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