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I don't talk to dat bitch that's my ex boy
She wanna fuck with my niggas they got next boy
I ain't stressing bout pussy
I want them checks boy
I'm
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
might tell em lies
See if any that leak
Say it be here in a month and it show up next week
Gotta watch ya step boy
Listen for that creek
And if they fuck
to the racks so I lap 'em (woo)
Don't give 'em a formula, I cap 'em (nah)
I'm from the jungle, I'm a animal (rah)
These bitches ain't shit, they scandalous
and take me for some silver spooned white boy
I was up and down the field attacking em like maddison
We just about got by I was a filthy gob shite
While
divine winnin'
Better listen when I tell you how I put time in it
Please, forgive me, God did
So leave me in the dark, swimmin' with the sharks
Dope
a lioness
Let me tell you one thing
You don't want no trouble
'Cause I am the
King of the jungle
King Trouble
I'm the king of the jungle
Who wanna rumble
I'm
crimes just to get dimes, my granny said
Girl dat boy dun gone crazy
I Lived
Through My Heart Aches N Pain
I Lived
Through My Struggles N Shame
I Lived
In your natural state, you look better by the way
Hip-hip-hooray, I bought a sick whip today
Bust down Patek face, you think I'm playin' patty cake,
falling apart
All I know is peace and security
All know is I am me and I am weak
I would say I stop when things start to hurt
But I'm so afraid of pain I
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
WAYN
G G WAYN
G WAYN
Yeah
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell them boys come thru come thru
crashing and burning
Hey Cinderella left it on the shelf
Nobody could heal the pain except yourself
So we finna fight together
Not a god but I'm changing
If anybody ask you whether you in this game
You tell 'em you in it for life alright?
You play it hard, you play it tight
You make sure niggas know
through the phone)
See you when I get home
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
Soulja Boy, I tell 'em yeah
You could be my Bonnie
I can be
MAC will leave a
Nigga look like Spongebob
I said all I know is Flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next
I rock YSL so
and stared at the wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with niggaz with pitbulls
I don't
You're welcome to my Darkside
Everywhere cold
All of them dem boys
Dey para outside
2 by 2 jab like AJ
Whenever the fight starts
Burst the bottle
the lobby tell them send them up
Any pussy ever disrespect me ima hem him up
Grab him by the collar my for my dollars i can hit em up
Shut em down pick em up
a lonely boy with the bigger plans
Cuz I been out here on my own too long
Pushing heavy weight
And the pain in my heart too strong
Had to medicate
But now
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
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