: If you rest for me tonight I'll let you drive off in the morning I don't want you in the shoulder Where no one comes around You go where I want Over
If you rest for me tonight I'll let you drive off in the morning I don't want you in the shoulder Where no one comes around You go where I want Over
All alone in an empty room Nothing left But the memories of when I had my best friend I don't know how we ended up here I don't know but it's never been
lovin? it She?s got a mean lil? butt, But you should see what she does with it She keeps it down low (down low, down low) I can never get enough (oh
?m lovin? it She?s got a mean lil? butt, But you should see what she does with it She keeps it down low (down low, down low) I can never get enough (oh
: So far I?ll lay low in pretense And smack your body Legs up, some hair pull It's retro Oops I call shotty So skram and branded The pylon Its silver
face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street
Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'
alone and scared (alone and scared) Please help mee What should i do (what should i do) What should i do (what should i do) What should i do Please tell
box the opposition Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death Six shots across the chest should
: (feat. Ne-Yo) [INTRO: Ne-Yo, Fabolous] Timbo. Hey, Ne-Yo. Say what? Low soul. Hey, hey. [CHORUS: Ne-Yo] I'm a movement by myself. But I'm a force
Game - Verse 2] If I tell the story you gotta keep it between us, Only other niggas that know are Spliff Star and Buss I call Buss when I need a shoulder
never touched a fucking automatic Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic 88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics Drama you should have
: (feat. Common) [Verse 1: Common] I spent my day so, First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me
forever breathing your messages never leaving Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks Some should
to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf So he gave me all his hits, you should'
pass With the tato on the mack I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag Fuck is you rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should
to the side like you know I get my grind on. Get my shine on. Jewelry Black in all rhinestones. Rims spinning like a globe, on these low pros. Do it big
