Triple eight Can you hear me [Verse 1] Tell me why Why Your probably comin back around Tell me what you really want from me Please don't lie Lie I know
I know you?re late on rent the for the 3rd month straight And your credit cards are maxed all the way And you?re lookin at me for a little relief
[Verse 1] Girl I've been thinking 'bout How you have let me down Fill my head with your lies Think you getting one by Checkin him when your with me
Cos she?s the best I never, best I never had David: Sexy, lights low, Everybody looking as she?s running the show Tight moves, right curves, Gotta
This girl, got a hold of me, Make me stop, Make me wanna see, Then just a beautiful smile, And now I know I?ll never let her slide, Find a way I gotta
It's the way you move your little body (just the way that I like) Looking like you feel a little naughty (we can get it so tight) Those clicks are driving
wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living Sub-standard condition still handling business Still laughing and tripping
was arguin' a lot so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And
like a nigga got clips with an ass And from the DNA in my blood Niggas trying to lie Trying to do what I does And if the other nigga ain't really from
bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self... [Dat Nigga Daz] (Kurupt) Yo..I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8
D and the Gucci Crew Dreamin one day that I could rock some Gucci too Breakout, like the Convicts, don't even trip Parked the candy 'cross the pen, bumped
(feat. Gangsta Boo) [CHORUS:] Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl Trap girl [x8] Down ass
your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8
garbage can and the Wrap Saran I need cash advance See I know three sold The other two a jam I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can Hot
war I love the seas and I love the shore No love for no beach, baby that's lore But she doesnt seed, therefore I spore I trip, I fall, run up and roll
That Im Up In The States Cuz If I Wuz In Russia Who Wud Know How Theyd Do A Hustla W8 I Aint A Hustla Im Str8 Im Dam Near A Busta No Laws I Break [Verse
