Lyrics:
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
brother grossed him out like Fear Factor (no)
He gon' need a doctor
Had to rush that boy to Oschner
No awards for a real nigga
You don't get no Oscar's
feel
The only way to live your life is to keep
It runnin' 'til you get to the pesos
So every single day of my life
I'm tryna to get it
'Cause enough
gotta get it right now when I do it
When I got it, when we crewin’, uh
You want me to stop, should I stop
Should I keep going? Should I keep flowing?
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson
(Gon' be some
dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you
hand
Or that's your ass
I need my cake
I want my bread
If I don't get I'm gonna bust you
In your head
In your head
I've been hustlin'
Michael Jackson Cover
If You Call Out Loud
Will It Get Inside
Through The Heart Of Your Surrender
To Your Alibis
And You Can Say The Words
Like You
the hill is real gettin live
Still sittin by still gettin high
Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her
That I can stop doin drugs long
stops
And you could hear a pin drop...
And suddenly they're there
All four of them
And I get scared
As they go into I Saw Her Standing There
And thunder
can’t do the mall
Middle finger to the laws, we don’t fuck with hogs
Plugged in with mob, close ya mouth ya can’t get too involved
(fah, fah, fah!)
You
Jack-son Mahomes
Slide by myself on my Franklin
Left Grant and Jackson
at home
I'll never cross JR or Top for Guap
Unlike Louie & Jerome
Moon walk out
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
[C-Murder]
I'm a no limit soldier 'til I'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
TRU
back
Go go go go
Go head and rewind that
Don't don't don't don't
Don't Get sidetracked
It's that tick tick tock
You can't make it stop
Every single
time
The cycle is Shawn Michaels (heartbreak),
And yeah I like you but not enough to wife you
You say I'm nice, true, and you think I'm the right
time
The cycle is Shawn Michaels (heartbreak),
And yeah I like you but not enough to wife you
You say I'm nice, true, and you think I'm the right
Sheesh, I really delivered til I'm out of time
On death and the blood like a mind Resemble Bottega, get better with age
Wine, don't gotta brag Book,
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
really happened to Michael Jackson
What do you think
Anyway, just messing with you didn't mean any of it after the
Egg thing
So don't concentrate
and you know it was new To me
When you push away I can't keep up
Want all of you can't get enough
Know you on me bad why you acting Tough
I was broke down
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over
And it don't stop, oh
And it
my god it comes with your first ticket
To LA, soon as you get off the plane
Here’s your false humility maybe if
Keep up with this
Act long enough
making love, making love,
Won't stop 'til we get enough, get enough, get enough,
I'm feenin' for your body, ooh your face and your touch,
Yea, I just want
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