ll never get you paid This is the DREAM of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c'mon! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-lib] [Bun B
get you paid This is the DREAM of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c'mon! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-lib] [Bun B
To spray and lay down the snaps I get down Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down Now down and pump round and distribute kees You sleep six feet
and the shit for the club (AYY!) You think Buck goin bankrupt?! Kill yourself! The only thang we all have in common is death (DAMN!) The last one left like my nigga Bun B
Flaggin You know I'm real right So you know I be raggin Catch me flamed up Hoppin' out that G-wagon With the homies on bloody ave G-mackin' B stackin
: [Male voice talking] Right now with the situation gettin' better So I'm doin' you things, holla [50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out Now
own Well, [CHORUS:] Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off Now Ease off you have to defend Your own so, Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off Now ease
: (feat. Bun B., Lil' Wayne, Tony Mack) Ok I'm talking bout a Good girl gone bad Crooked world wrong pad Right mom wrong dad I sing this song mad
: (feat. Birdman, Bun B, Schife, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) [Chorus:] Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on
: [feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled &
NAME OF [Lil Wayne] Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin Baby And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me Okay now I'm with Khaled
okay [x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether
Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him - ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye I'm
this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals Now
daddy was a doctor And mommy was a banker Mommy's job got outsourced So now mommy's drinker Daddy had a malpractice suit Now he's a snorter And all this shits takin' place right
