as i walked inside i donned a smile that wasn't mine, i need to leave it behind. my eyes were stained red, cuz i was crying again, now i just need a friend
your man plus your friend (Well, here I am) Since I need a one man woman And you need a one lady man (I understand) Girl we don't have to find another We can be lovers and friends
show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah But it's really nothin' though [But it's really nothin' though] But it's really nothin' though [But it's
[Chorus - B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well
B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I'm a quit
can't be a G, O to the D And everybody can't B, O to the B But I don't know maybe this is just how it's supposed to be But this is what'll happen to y
Maurice White, Robert Brookings & Sly Stone It?s the kind of a nite U?could use a friend You feeling a loss And you need a win A perfect eleven Between
then it's just B.S. left Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam) That's when your ace become ya B.F.F. Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange ya like they was
I like to see rumps in pharoah garment thongs, Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's crunk whenever
team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh
my rings borders It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water 'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah) 'B's for bottles that pop all
do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous
the D Dot where we not no beatboxers We talkin B blockers keep us with deep pockets See not no fad or no internet phenom But he be's on that web like he be's
my city I should ball with Vick and them When I get my D12 I'ma be a Sixer then Riding round with Looney and your sister and your sister's friend (Wale
Mics Too So What's Good? Is You Crip? Or You Blood? Somebody Call Khaled Tell Em' "Ya Boy What's Hood" If He Joke Like DeRay My Heat Like D. Wade Shots
up in my B E D Slow down I'm about to skeet yeah. [Hook: Z-Ro] It's that pretty brown round, Driving Me Wild Ooh bitch your pussy's 'about to get a
in a hearse It really don't matter, because I ride or die for me Even if they kill me, there's happiness in the sky for me So if it's death around the
take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what you want It's A.B.N. for life, and I'll