I guess it wasn't meant to be My mother said "Let her go, if it's meant to be then she'll come back eventually" WOOoo WOOoo my hands are shakin' WOOoo WOOoo My
And I guess it wasn't meant to be My mother said "Let her go, if it's meant to be then she'll come back eventually" WOOoo WOOoo my hands are shakin' WOOoo WOOoo My
-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my
The king of disaster Is who I am ho And I'll be rippin the fuckin rhymes And ill make you mother shit her pants bro So so You better watch your back Watch for
kiss my daddy I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is And im his kid, I stunt with my daddy Call ms. lee, she with my daddy So diss me, and dont
tail Can generate you a lot of mail I'm the victorious You the big time Ya gal took my lizard and licked him And my twins she kissed 'em (MUAHH) So tell
[Chorus] You can pray and pray for my downfall But when I rise like the sun and I ain't Fuckin' with yaw and imma keep on, (oh), keepin' on (oh) Keep
all gay Chorus Verse 2: Women I love and honour, for they are the life carrier Hail Empress Omega, the mother of Rastafari's culture Give Ises to the King
in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama
Cause I'm back to rock for you once more I don't worry about what he said or she said As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed The Juvenile
luck, good luck Break a leg, I broke my leg "Springtime for Hitler and Germany" A surprise smash "Springtime for Hitler and Germany It'll run for years
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten
been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four
at a man that would Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder
don't make my music for no mother fucking blacks To keep Ninna's product steady runnin off the shelf I make my music for my mother fucking self Fuck
lot of tail, can generate you a lot of mail I'm the victorious, you the victom Ya gal took my lizard and licked him And my twins she kissed 'em So tell
