by my payments Patience, runnin' out I'm all alone, with the gum in my mouth pacin', back and forth I'm on the phone with my son and my spouse, thinkin
long every time I hear a radio its like every song make me think of you and me getting our harry on like a cherry on top of cake and ice cream cheech
can be Knowing you belong to me Loving you In the morning Loving you In the evening Loving you You are all there is And then some You call me on the phone
: Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake
boss matters, Spit Moses' "Lost Commandments" Like a gross sandwich out my mouth. Toast to government cameras Peepin us every week I must have my cars homes & phones
the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome The new Don Trump is Bill Gates Not because his occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake And cake
It you makin legal money (it's all right) If you got to keep your clothes on (it's all right) You ain't got a cellular phone (it's all right) And your
So let me make this clear for you, just like stones on my wrist Just cuz the door closed, don't mean I'm on the phone wit a chick I'm just a cat about
ticket `Cause you`re looking for the ride You`re feeling on top `Cause you`re flying through the sky You wanna have your cake And you wanna eat it
Wow Shake Some With It Wow Shake Some With It Wow Shake Some With It Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow! [Verse 1: Young Joc] She Gottta D-O-N-K Lil mama got cake (cake
diables) sur les cotes Avec un p?tit arriere gout d?sucre sur le dos LEFA: T?as les poches pleines tu crois p?tet que ton cake sent le Givenchy
: I see the smile on your face We eat cake on your birthday With feet in pool we will play It's fun so we will just stay Your iguana in its cage Your
miss us with that shit, that they try to make us believe you ain't no killas dog, just like you rap and blow weed I hang with, cake movers 3-time losers
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake First mistake, Jesus piece was fake But wait, he got singles in his cake
in a slump if you know how In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow What you know bout that baby its yo time Coke transactions on the phone we call
this, and this, and that. And even this. I'm an adult! Two Hollywood phonies try to give me their autograph. Ground! Nobody wants your autograph! Phonies! Then the two phonies
this, and this, and that, and even this I'm an ADULT! Two Hollywood phonies try to give me their autograph GROUND! Nobody wants your autograph, phonies! Then the two phonies
Search the whole world But drunken confessions And hijacked affairs will Just make you more alone If you come home I'll bake you a cake Made of all