Letras:
Short Stack In My Hands

then bigger motha fuckas. Turnin men to suckas. Niggas wanna start a little ruckus. Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas. They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight. Hit em wit my

got all that ass on you [Verse 1: Flo Rida] Hey, money on deck for the dying Make it pop for me I bet you can wine Look back at it cause short your to

of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of Death called Life. My plate and my cup, Are

Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land Verse

just ankle high Yes I eat that pussy oh how do I love that panty pie Keep my hair shampooed and yes I keep my hands sanitized New orleans baller ask ESPN

she on E All these broads keep pullin' on me (On me) Won't stunt, pullin' my tree (My tree) Mommy can't keep her hands off me (Girl pop one of these) (

play with it (blam) [Big Gee] Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand Fuckin with my rubberbands get

been waiting for a long long time just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live my life just to get off and throw my hands up high

first they try to bring me in court for child support Women deception and they lies I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe I have to go