Lyrics:
Big Ka$h not the little one
Reporting live from the Chi
A mad bitch can't stand it
Ay
Young Frida Ka$h got brain like phonics
Your Nigga broke, no
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out
[Chorus]
I got chicks like Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was Gallahger
Cold
It's not that I'm afraid of lettin' go and standin' tall
(Baby, baby, baby, ybab, ybab, ybab)
I just can't face the pain of knowin' that we've lost it
gone off the track
My baby's got a locomotive
Got ta peel the bitch off my back
I know it looks like I'm insane
Take a closer look I'm not to blame
wan' hang with the boy
Pretty niggas, Fiddy niggas (Feedeez) - babies say "dangerous boy" (Feedeez)
Can my phone just not ring for maybe like 10 minutes
Oh woah
It's Wezzy Oh woah Baby I know I did you wrong so many times
Now it's my time to cry
Is it okay bae to cry knowing you're not by my side
the ladies sayin', oh
Best of both worlds, and we rock the club
youknowhatimsayin
Boy H-O, Kells, we not playing
Losers lose, so when we does what we do,
familiar fields,
Not yet had perish'd, when his lonely doom
Came suddenly to an end. Another ship
(She wanted water) blown by baffling winds,
Like the Good
Lil' bro, stay on your side
Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language
She say that Santana not human, of course not
We finna put that lil' boy in
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
losing track of time
baby open up your heart imma give u mine '
we gon' do it for the Benz ,
we won't do it for the snapzz
still the boy from the hood
92 Baby
OC living that’s Organised Crime man
run round let’s fry man
ride no uber super i beg a boy plz try mad man
Dbo Fundz you can’t miss me
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town
If
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
Stereotype of a city shaman
Hiding in riddles often
Now that his parents lost him
To the municipal void
Coy and to the point
Boy's like his minds
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N.O.R.E.
a f**k, God by my side..See me speedin’ I don’t rush and savin’ all my coins, cause them coins lead to bucks, I already won boy ain’t no keepin up, ain’t no
You're freein' me freein' me
Baby baby
Boy You Got Me Crazy
From the moment you and I connected
I was infected by the gaze in your eyes
Locked me in boy
my baby, my hunny, my wifey yeah
Her happiness to me is like Christmas on every year
Her booty when she walk is like a beat made by Kanye
I call her
Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got the ladies sayin', oh
[Jay-Z]
Best of both worlds, and we rock the club
Youknowhatimsayin
Boy H
to the afterparty
Got the ladies sayin', oh
[Jay-Z]
Best of both worlds, and we rock the club
youknowhatimsayin
Boy H-O, Kells, we not playing
Losers lose, so
Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
Ralph Tresvant
Biggie Smalls
Listen
Uh yeah baby ooh, listen to me, oh yeah
When it comes to sex, I'm similar
that I come up on top
Trying brought like us up to the tenth degree
Pull up on me, you gon' see triple H when I hit you on top with this pedigree
Boy I
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