a bottle phor another one (ha) lean over put ya head back quick, will i'm get ya something meaby you wanna spread that shit, go'head and spread that sick, get that
know that, I know that you're pimpin', you're pimpin' I know that, I know that so I'm flippin', I'm flippin' I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 'Cause
We got a better song to sing Let's make the love bells ring Wanna take you on a moonwalk baby Wanna take you on a magic carpet ride Forever my love,
never be a hater on a hand that was dealt to me, and it seems like I've always been down, and I can't take that, rather take that 'fore I go back that
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry
on a key doin' business on a beeper I?m sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me Fuck bein' a nigga in your
up on that come on Anything that run up, get done up (Done up) All of the girl in the A got that Love Hate up in they Honda (Honda) And the niggas love
sell a mill Sayin' nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back And they can say that we lost it So I?mma bring it back I love the dirty dirty Coz they show me love
to say three words The words that make me scared A million love songs later And here I am trying to tell you that I care A million love songs later
good love one million times (Ohh, million times) But nobody can love me like you (Love like you do) And I've been in love a time or two (Been in love before) Still nobody can love
to break you down There's a million takers in this town It's too hard when no one even wants to understand Guitar coming from a radio Always takes
I see that, you changed my mind I mean that and it took some time But now I understand I can be a better man I never had a chance to meet A lover quite
and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Just flossin' and chillin' in a Porsche full-a-women I'm one in a million, get on the deal already My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti Realer
with J I like to write for other people, keep 'em loving a nigga On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga Is it wroth a million yet that
I take and heaven knows i'm trying but it gets awfully hard when your heart is this broken Visions of ur lovely face As I awake, I have this feeling that