Daughter - don't give your love to the first man you see Just bide your time so your heart will be free to find the one Girl you don't have to run Daughter
let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head Fuck your husband for Geezy - I know you gon' break bread
yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Im 'bout my bread
m heartless Ssomething like A cold blooded killer I'm filthy, dirty With the money my nigga I done ran Through more cars Then your Rolls Rroyce dealer I put that On my god-daughter
the morning after The make shift youth The slave ship captured Our Diaspora, is the final chapter The ancetral lineage built pyramids Americas first immigrant The Kings sons and daughters
about, well welcome to the south We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt 'Palas and 'Prices These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter
streets [Chorus: Tommy Whispers] [Chorus: Trife Da God] [Tommy Whispers] Now Barbara need to stop Always at the kitchen table, lighting up the rocks While her daughter
down) sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons how they grew to be men and father they sons father they daughters nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
only Hov, Nah I ain't God, but I've been made in his mold, So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold, I only fold bread, I stood for
Something wrong I hold my head MJ gone?our n-gga dead! I slapped my girl, she called the feds I did that time and spent that bread I?m heading home, I
Last Supper see me in the back eatin' snacks I slapped the Devil on a Friday Play lotto, a string of good luck and misfortune Lost all my bread on a Sunday
auctions KKK better pray for the day they burnt them crosses We the spooks who threw them torches up inside the Bush's office Wicked forces kiss their daughters
that ass he gon' get ya fast Dirty dirty east Where's the meat y'all Watch the grill We gon' get our eat on Rapverse2 (Waqas) Pass that bread I'
: [Jessica Care Moore] Global warming between my legs, screams against the waves Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water My
the 05 thrilla in manilla Come thru with the triple village Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin Nigga I'm about my bread!!!! My flow is
up the knees, scrape the elbows Before I breeze I make the girl know Girl is skinny now and shaking her breasts Don't be a loudmouth make your bread
Hey, Mr. Shoemaker's daughter, Hey, Mr. Shoemaker's daughter, I'll see you soon today. Hey, Mr. Dress Maker's daughter, Hey, Mr. Green Seller's daughter
