Bernadette lyrics (Holland- Dozier- Holland) Bernadette, people are searchin' for The kind of love that we possess. Some go on searchin' their whole life
jacker want what I got I'm in a 6-9 Cheve old school, platinum with the pop do's fool Chrome grill on the nose fool, with 4-4's wrapped up and vogues
the point Where you miss sleep With that said This lead with this Ruger And that shooter Sub-machine gun Ratta tat through you Copper tops, hollow points
: [Chorus 4x: Brother Marquis] Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table
mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high
you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah) See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo) Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh
't gon lie to you Man I love my city, I swear to God on the bible too Everything that we drive, is new If we ain't top down, we hard tops with the power
money by any means. Who get with the player type, thuggish ruggish, from the hood with good genes, Who kick it in high heals, plenty tank tops, camouflage
never going back to Ruthless Stick to the block You better believe it And I'm sorry to the fans of Bone But I'm bently, Adi Faus, and drop tops Lou Gary
y'all break up?) and all this and all that (whats goin on?) I'ma simplify that shit Feel me feel me [Verse 1] Standin in thick tops with two pairs of
point Where you miss sleep With that said This lead with this Ruger And that shooter Sub-machine gun Ratta tat through you Copper tops, hollow points
're all just sceensters and even if we were its not the senior thinking of, to taking props from like these boy band fashions, all crop tops and testosterone
sleepin where the crabs at I stand before u bitch niggas with the 5th cocked Boom boom!!!! U can hear a pen drop Bullet proof vest cannot defend tops
father homey doing his thang We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop We be ridin drops tops that
called carry a pine box Marry me ma, not But here's what you can do to me Give me good brains tutor me W-E-E-Z-Y Wee [Hook x4] They call me Weezy Weezy
big city. 98 hot degrees out there. Check it out there's a party goin on all day at the beach so fellas you might want to wash the chevy's, drop the tops
head burn Her Hair, her hair Her hair is on fire She don't want no water Let her fucking head burn Little Miss Couture Was born in a thrift store She makes 29 tops
