Lyrics:
the sauce bring the heat
Myrian brings me the heat
Your producer brings the b.m.e.b.
Datta means bitch my ears bleed
Haha!
Fuck it u suck what I mean
Ever
how You came and died for me
And how you made me right with God by how You rose for me
If no be your Grace, I for don fall
When I'm horny, e be your
because of you honey
(All because of you honey)
You put me in a state of emergency
Would you come to my rescue cause without you I'm gonna be nobody e
Look
hortelã
Bb7MA7M
Não quer luz nem aragem.
(D7M E/B) Bm7
Há uma certa manhã em que até minha irmã diz perder a coragem
E7
E o mundo
an opp, had My dick all
In her face Bitch I'm E.B.K, catch a opp, he feel That Drac'
You play you lay, Big 60k, so rollin' K I hopped up Off the porch
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C O M E B A C K
Mendua
REFF :
E
Takan pernah
B C#M
kuberpaling takan pernah
B
ku kan pergi
be -M-E cliqueing
You ain't gotta know
I'm sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 that's what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under
Militants never revisit the scene
Claiming they stitch but they broke at the seams
Trust cos I know they ain't talkin' to me
R. A. Y. K. A. Z. E. M. B. E
Not
feel us my clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with be-M-E cliquing
You ain't gotta know I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick
C#M E B
C#M E
SONHO UM DIA TER A CHANCE
B
PEQUENINA QUE SEJA DE REENCONTRAR A MINHA PRINCEZA
C#M
PRA TODOS OS SEU DESEJUS REALIZAR
C#M
side
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I'm the be -A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I
side
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I'm the be -A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I
be -M-E cliqueing
You ain't gotta know
I'm sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 that's what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under
be -M-E cliqueing
You ain't gotta know
I'm sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 that's what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under
M-I-N-E, that be M-O-E me
Roll through the game and chop and chop
Know what I'm talking bout, yeah ay yeah
Uh, money, money, money
Money, money, money
as world's finest, my name is Sean E.B.)
Well, I'm Bret E.B. but you can call me unique
I'm like the snow on the top of a mountain peak
See, we're so much
Mother fuckin' king of crunk and the don of rowdy music, nigga
Hey, hey, Lil' Jon, Lil' Jon, Master P, Master P
New no limit be M E click me and my
Money
Listen, man weezy and Brisco
Hahaha get ready
As a matter of fact, you ain't
C-M-B p-O-E
E-Class, what it does?
Brisco Big Chuck, what it does?
Free all them real niggas
Fuck the Jude an 12
You took a real nigga
Just on some real shit
Im glad I went legit
Now I'm up
B.M.E taking over shit
Me no wanna see no broke life
Say the feeling, that I’m feeling
That I’m feeling
See
E be like say na holiday the money came on Saturday
That I’m
doing my thang
Water whippin flip chickens straight drop brickin kane
M.O.B. M.O.E. boy it's all about money
Move penguins and birds my wrist game
you have anything to say
About this you must
Not know music
Or must be fucking stupid
Which one
You tell me S O B
This M O E
B A N K Triple Eight
Like it plain
Like it with cheese
Like it so much
I'll have another slice please
Don't give a damn
don't matter to me
Don't really care
cause I'm
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