die So when this whole world seems to get you down And you're feelin all alone cause you're grown now Trust in me, child, don't you weep Cause you know
here fo'?" I'm like, "Don't be actin' like I don't be givin that doe." That thing that you need That thing that you know If we was at sea I would not
road so I don't sleep If I don't know you I don't speak, it's a small world and it's gonna shrink If you're full of shit, then you're gonna stink I'm
you so quiet nigga you sick? Haha Hell yeah I'm sick nigga look at me! You can't tell? What you think is even goin with my head? I don't even know I need
' (I-I don't wanna lose your love tonight) So baby please don't leave me hangin' Oh-No-No Please don't tell me That you about to Go-Go-Go You know you
) Abosulutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge (You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it) B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge,
my staff You a mommas boy nikka you ain't so rough Back in the hood you ain't had no nuts Me and my people use to beat you up Now you on top and think
ain't never had a mic Fresh to death, I see you in the afterlife I eat bars, eat beasts for my appetite You wouldn't know about that, you never had a
I wanna take you home take you home take you home girl B.O.B: Oh no if you don't know about B.O.B baby girl then you don't know and I'm on dro so if
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't
and and then say that its his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties [
sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest I don't know you, please move
you I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too So what you think about Cancun till the winter through I don?t know whatever consumes you
just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous
Ass) [Pain In Da Ass] You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't
ain't tryin to put clinks on you Hope trickin ain'n one of the things you think John do Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami [Chorus
sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area) The kids don't want to see the toast of mom
