hapil ddo bineun naeryeo wae Nae moseup chorahaejigae Nal wiro hajineun ma Ee son chiweo eejae naminikka Nae geokjung malgo go away Jipchak eopshi
gi sil da Verse 1) gyo man han sarang dda win nae ap-eh seo chi weo mal do an dweh neun so ri geu man jib-eo chi weo ap-dwi do mat ji an go ja gi
a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go! (Tik-it! we're now smoking with the best, the best! Tik-it!) [Verse 2:] [Eminem:] Smoke signal in the
you are I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) [x2] For you {for you}, and you (uh) For all y'all [Verse 2: Kanye West + sample repeats
(feat. Ne-Yo) [Verse 1: Mariah Carey] I shouldn't have walked away I would've stayed if you said We could've made everything ok (ok) But we just Threw
the little things that go unnoticed Even though the little things matter the most It's always the little things that go unnoticed [Verse 1: Natasha Bedingfield
Momma, please understand And momma I'm so sorry But I don't think that I can let hem go I'm in love with the boy next door [Verse 1: Candice Jones] Starring
O.K.) How many you got with ya? (Four) Alright come party, let's go! (Let's do it) [Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] After the club wait Usually go straight to chub
lips like El Nino Like I'm carrie you'll get peed on *Kisss kisss* NUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch I'm a go, go, go getter might go Where sickness is our
almost catch feelin Mi have di sexual healin, Gal Chorus Verse 2 Mi a go slop dem pop dem keep dem returnin Lock up oonu woman cau she just might ne
in it, for a minute, and I ain't gonna go away Ya'll keep them trash rappers, but I'm the one that ya'll throw away Them songs I make will show the pain
s 'bout my mama nem My mama, her sisters, her brothers, grandma too man I just wanna take this time to speak about mama nem Yeah, Check it [Verse 1: Tech N9ne
ne x2] Alucard everlasting Timeless bars when I'm rapping All these stars never last And I will still stand while everyone's passing [Verse 2: Tech N9ne
O.K.) How many you got with ya? (Four) Alright come party, let's go! (Let's do it) [Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] After the club we Usually go straight to chub
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] Ey My momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented She been through trauma, more drama The dawn is gone, it's more tinted On this side