a napkin out Wipe your sweaty brow Hail a dirty cab Stinks of beer and shags Can?t get home too soon Chorus I don?t need a reason To take a little
Take a napkin out Wipe your sweaty brow Hail a dirty cab Stinks of beer and shags Can?t get home too soon Chorus I don?t need a reason To take a little
send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay
hell and she knows it, ferocious I could've sworn I seen mami on a poster And she keeps moving closer and closer She's a pro so I don't have to coach
gotta be mine Baby Girl More than anything she my friend It ain't all about the skins I don't ever want this to end. [Verse 2:] She don't ever have
know I mean [Hook - 4x] You just a hoe, I ain't a hoe [Daz] You just a hoe slut bitch, with a big old butt All in them guts girl, I ain't had enough
Eyes, like a sunrise Like a rainfall Down my soul And I wonder, I wonder why you look at me like that What you're thinking, What's behind Don't tell me
my belief in his law Storing a light tool, that's more than a knife fool And an aviation book from a Florida flight school But I could give a fuck about
s like a product that was bought in salt Asking me for the impossible I ain't waiting for a miracle I ain't waiting for the world to change Under my skin lives the reason
undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too Some people will offer you their hand and some won't Last night I knew you, tonight I don't I need something
undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too Some people will offer you their hand and some won't Last night I knew you, tonight I don't I need somethin'
so right, it's all right , so right And if an angel broke his wings Would he come to you for parts I need a couple of wings boy, boy I need a reason
don't excist. That wouldn't save yo bible kissin' ass and even if he did We like to twist the mist [? ] - genetic dead end - don't got friend! Skam is
for no reason a seasoned spliff was the first thing one spring season while she out flirtin now she season me and don't need rehearsin her skin get a
a flaky bandit Don't ask me to bleed about it I need this blood to survive You own the money you control the witness I'll leave you lonely Don't monkey
a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil , . . He's about this big , . . He had a red suit on An' a widow's peak An' then a pointed tail 'N like a sulphur
