game tight Love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper
it's cause I'm filthy mayne I'm off the chain, I don't play no games I'm hustlin hard homie I do my thang You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer
old mac, new clip Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue
trial and the charge we do not know. N'eo ket deit c'hoazh o frosez, netra wez kawet'nemde' Nemed un nebeud trakted, na pesa' skouer fall 'wez Police found papers
my sight, not forgotten Feel as though, a tooth were rotten Behind the smile, a tongue that's slippin' Buzzards cry, when flesh is rippin' [CHORUS] Here I sit writing on the paper
Please just don't play with me My paper heart will bleed This wait for destiny won't do, be with me please i beseech you Simple things, that make you
tongue is out and shit I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit But you don't know nothin' about that, shit I start my mornin' with the paper Bitch
magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue
not I gotta get my respect It's too many years of grindin' Baby mama want my royalty checks It ain't about Twista But nobody flippin' their tongue like
Chours:] Flow...round by the wind (Flow motion) Flow...Round by the wind [x2] [Lyaize bone:] Ride wit me.. Ride wit me.. Who is that ckun wit the tongue
a nigga run It'll be like givin me a gun cuz imma kill everybody 'cause they know I can fuck with the tongue I come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked
It In An Then I Cash Out Let's Spin [x2] [Verse 2: Young Jinsu] Yo Bow Let Me Get Some Bling Out The Risdom Jin With The Slick Tongue I'm Bonud To Make
tan She's sitting in the sand chilling in a chair, flower in her hair margarita in her hand Soaking up the sun getting next to nothing done there's a term paper
I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper, I
My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get
the Peter Piper like the others latchin on to when I caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two" Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my
when I wake up I already got you covered girl ain't no need for make-up I could see the camera so on the papers, And then I am ready for the way that