Paris, France What do you think of that Because Baby I love you Baby I love you Baby I want you Baby come love me Baby I need you You're so satisfying You
Chorus] You rocked my world, you know you did And everything I'm gonna give (You rocked my world) And there ain't nothing we could find Someone like you to call mine (You
more than me (but I still gotta do it) [Chorus] So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life So what you think, what you know? Yes all right and I
with nothing but them Vicky's on Sidekick sex, we iPhone bone Butter taste it so she take it all the way down her throat I'll make you famous, call you
get mad when it come back That's you That been out comittin all that crime, now you suicidal cause you gotta do all that time That's you Spendin all of
't friendly It don't 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.
:] You're all a bunch of fucking assholes, you know why You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be You need people like me, so you can point your
how you feeling, cause you all on the couch When I stick it in girl, you yelling out ouch [Hook - 4x] [Z-Ro] Bitch, you ain't nothing but a hoe Acting like you
Z-Ro] I'm a stranger, cause I'm a nigga you ain't seen Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can't scream Better cherish this your last breath, cause you
they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae] You still running up, better peep my attitude Cause I don't give a fuck about, you or the next dude
niggas have to give you props Because you gave back, to the streets You gave back to the hood, and now we miss you my nigga (*singing*) Feel me, we really miss you
[Z-Ro] You got to get your paper in this game If you a hustler (if you a hustler) Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change They
But I've been blessed to peep the game, that's why I'm thankful Lord So all the love letters and roses that you send her, she won't even much feel Cause all
you to death But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91 So brother come with me, and die slow I hate you to death, but yet I loved you
't even bullshit with you I'm telling you for real niggas going down in this bitch Bridgemore Entertainment, Afterlife Productions is coming down nigga You can't feel us, you
faith and never leave you alone You can depend on me, got down on my knees And I prayed, until you recovered Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game Because
this and after that you drink champagne and cut off you foot. In a place something on that ya see we is all caught on our neck for you When them work
to know you Take you out Feel you out Give you the finer things that you probably never had That's all I'm hurr to do Can you dig that No, I know I know