and hope Everything works out fine It usually does Don't give up Keep on fighting oh, yeah Don't give up Don't you ever give up Don't you ever give up
girlfriends Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me Cause they don't know better They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up
girlfriends Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me Cause they don't know better They don't know what the fuck it's like to be so fed up
my dick and give you somethin to smile about, How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count, Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want
up what up what up, yea! Styles: Eve let's do it again! Hahaha... [Verse 1: Styles] Yea it's the ghost Jada and Eve I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it
wearing my jewelry You can fool the public but you can't fool me Because you made a little album got a royalty check But your friends don't give you
worlds gone insane it's like we lost our brain Got the poparazzi snappin pop culture We feedin on the copies like a packa vultures I don't give a fuck
we'll pull your guard Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Can't trust my homies, can't trust no bitch Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say shit
The worlds gone insane it's like we lost our brain Got the poparazzi snappin pop culture We feedin on the copies like a packa vultures I don't give a
dip up out of here Ooohh ya just my type Everything's so right I just wanna chill Let's dip up out of here (Let's dip up out of here) [Chorus: Lloyd
daughter goes with a guy who loathes millers Why? Cause I'm a rock and roll nigga They don't understand me God naturally tanned me You don't like it
lame I'd rather be one-on-one with a bitch gettin' brain Too many heads on a blunt, nigga don't get high I don't give a fuck, if ya got fire Every now
on my dick and give you somethin to smile about How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want
I'd rather be one on one with a bitch gettin' brain Too many heads on a blunt, nigga don't get high I don't give a fuck, if ya got five Every now and
What up what up what up, yeah! Eve, let's do it again! Yeah, it's the ghost Jada and Eve I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherfuckin
ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice He done it again and got rich twice Keep a thump on top We ain't broke, we papered up He ain't going nowhere,
's what's up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin' that to us Don't put all that in cuffs,
