when w'm gone you'll be callin but i won't be yeah, i'm workin yeah, i'm workin to make butter for my piece of bun if you say i'm not ok then that'
when w'm gone you'll be callin but i won't be yeah, i'm workin yeah, i'm workin to make butter for my piece of bun if you say i'm not ok then that's
cause when w'm gone you'll be callin but i won't be yeah, i'm workin yeah, i'm workin to make butter for my piece of bun if you say i'm not ok then
I could've sworn I seen mami on a poster And she keeps moving closer and closer She's a pro so I don't have to coach her I'm digging her 'cause she handle
it's like that Got a new man, he's waiting out back Now what, what you think about that Now when I say I'm through, I'm through Basically, I'm through
robins (they all look like) Good as 31 flavors(and I feel like)oh S**t Like Huge Hefner on TV, oh ohhhhhhh Now who I'm gone pick from all of the above
And havin some fun I don't Deny that she not gone be mine Cause she's a angel Good rich she's drop dead gorgeous From head to toe like that I know When I
what it do? I'm eating real good, no soup for you "No--" No soup for you "No--" No soup for you "No--" I'm eating real good, nigga "No soup for you" "
I wish that I could get a million copies sold if I'm broke I'd rather die I don't want no more poverty-'Ro and oh sometimes I wish that I was somebody
12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed
I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I'm on some
Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I
nigga I'm doin' good Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" I'm addicted to stuntin', now
I don't need shit! Nigga, I'm high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN' DAY... +! }
a bitch catch a plane Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it down [Chorus x2]
blow it If you reap it, you sow it I, pay my, dues And it's the rules that I play by Carry the team like I'm A.I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
Verse 2] Pop that (pop that) Pistol if you got that Don't act (don't act) like it if you not that I'm just (I'm just) a product of these dirty streets
