Everything is magical When you're near, it's magical You're super natural I feel your touch, in my trees Everything is magical When you're near, it'
Woke up in a big white bed in the sun, in the sun Looking down on Jesus posing with a friend or anyone So we went for some breakfast, coffee and tea
Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off your little
Y'all just a child-child Maybe I can get you with little Sammie and Bow Wow Please girls try to understand me now-now Like my little sisters I'mma hold
just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then I'm
many things to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina
the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable, Having a little trouble
a nice little yard I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'
handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing
light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source They never should've booted
the other man's tie Little girl just tell the truth [just tell the truth] This one go with none of my suits Where's that man, he'll eat my boots, she
closed, this ho was like "Damn it." She said "Go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Seven." Now I finally see the place, it's a little run down
I know your cousin? Can I get a little lovin'? Thats what's up down South Simple livin' that's we're all about Call your neighbors, we help each other
cool, they might as well just ship him off to some other school" plain destitute just a little too guilty, just a little too soon that day was just like any other
B.I.G. Competition ripper ever since 13! Used to steal clothes was considered a thief, Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street. Makin' loot! - Knockin' boots
la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little
(3 Little Women)] [Nas] Everyday she walk by See me on the same block Same crew, like she never seen rocks Chain watch, rims blue Different color boots
