don't show me cause i want, i want you to sing for me, talk to me, sit by me, all i wanna know is why it took you so long, i realize it's much too late
Gueriya, on est venu s'pavaner, Toujours B.G, toujours swagge, on est tous Louis Vuittone, Ta meuf en bave, elle veut mon num, fallait meme pas s'etonner
[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
ya (I see ya) I see ya (I see ya) I see ya (I see ya) Hold up, hold up, hold up It's Bobby Ray I mean my name B.o.B When I'm on this mic I melt that fire That's
it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah) I think y'all know by now it's .. [Verse 1] You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah) Motherfuck the house (nah), the nigga's
No there?s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there?s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there?s no light, in
'm pro-New Orleans But shawty I'm far from a saint but I got two A-mex's that look the same way Wale, D.C. that's me huh, my Prada say Prada and they
on scottish whoa it's how it's dealt I've been over more water than than Neo Phelps. It's harder when you by yourself my nigga Bun B. good health, my
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
a blue van, cause if it's red nigga that's FED I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red But I'd rather be free, up in the
What's Going On?" [Intro:] If you love living your life, leave me alone I live the life, I sing about in my song They hate me unitl I'm gone, they hate
it out the cell block (if only for one niiiight) [Chorus Two: Z-Ro singing] Maintaininnnnn, there'll be no mo' complaininnnnn It's alright, if only for
mind Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the Classified's on your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing
blinding people with the fog I ain't changed and I'ma rep you, and I really miss you dog [Hook] [Billy Cook] It's the G-M, and S.L.A.B. And your boy
the face! Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing
need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D Check