Lyrics:
tell me he sorry, chain cost a Rari
I'm just getting started
Hated by many I ride like a
Hem now he in his feelins
Don't tell me you love me if you
Remix, Free
Remix, Busa Bus
Missy
Lil Scrappy lets go
Hey Shorty
I like the way you ass it up
I'm only whisperin' 'cause I'm just tryin' to fuck
Ooh,
you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more (yeah)
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys (yeah)
We did this last week, ma, don't get amnesia
you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more (yeah)
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys (yeah)
We did this last week, ma, don't get amnesia
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
spare y'all
Why you wanna judge me
I don't ever compare y'all
The city is mine
I know it because I'm there y'all
It ain't even started I'm really
just trying to get you back on me (oh no no)
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body oh (your body)
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah I know
And I'm sorry that we couldn't get it on
But the love for my girl's too strong
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Come on let me hit it again
Come on let
got no game (YEAH!)
How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle
Your life ain't right cause you so damn lame (YEAH!)
[David Banner]
Niggaz wanna
a mother named Holly
Father named Arthur, we call him Artie
You don't understand and I'm very very sorry
Cousin named Freida, Uncle named Skeeter
He's
spare y'all
Why you wanna judge me
I don't ever compare y'all
The city is mine
I know it because I'm there y'all
It ain't even started I'm really
Now baby girl there ain't no more
That I can say
You know by now I want it more than anythang
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
of jorts
My confidence cannot be cracked cause I'm the king of the dorks
Yo
Searching for the greatest you don't gotta look far
They're gonna swallow all
impressed no more
I don't think that it usually
Gets pressed no more
Funny that her chest is sore
I need to find a way to express this
It's not you it's me
and Po'
Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more than it's about fame or stardom
It's about being on blocks you
and Po'
Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more than it's about fame or stardom
It's about being on blocks you
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
though we no more
Mr. Star, much love to Navi, Butcher, D-Lo, (Miss Cole)
Butcher source of Quran right now, it's all good, much love to ya!
All my
a mother named Holly
Father named Arthur, we call him Artie
You don't understand and I'm very very sorry
Cousin named Freida, Uncle named Skeeter
He's
Hey
Hey, what's up?
Miss you
Yeah, listen
Baby, I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get it off my chest, 'bout all
to cranberry
I caught this cherry, i heard she in love with the dyme
First time i met her i could tell she tastes like one of kind
If you dont think you tasty
I'm Dave Robert Jones
More commonly known by my stage name David Bowie
And I'm one of the most
Influential artists of the 20th century
Alright well you
talk to me
Say it's all for me
Then get on and get off for me
That's all for me
Ain't got no more love to offer me
Watch your tongue for me
How you
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