and hope Everything works out fine It usually does Don't give up Keep on fighting oh, yeah Don't give up Don't you ever give up Don't you ever give up
girlfriends Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me Cause they don't know better They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up
my dick and give you somethin to smile about, How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count, Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want
up what up what up, yea! Styles: Eve let's do it again! Hahaha... [Verse 1: Styles] Yea it's the ghost Jada and Eve I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it
worlds gone insane it's like we lost our brain Got the poparazzi snappin pop culture We feedin on the copies like a packa vultures I don't give a fuck
but we gets down on the overflow Don't gotta profile and post, I don't floss when I'm walkin' Don't brag or boast, I let my skills do the talkin' Won't
, I don't wan' hear now They talkin Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now If you weren't prepared now, you ain't get the warnin yet So I'ma go hard early
dip up out of here Ooohh ya just my type Everything's so right I just wanna chill Let's dip up out of here (Let's dip up out of here) [Chorus: Lloyd]
: [Erick Sermon] Yo Reggie, I'mout [Jamal] T-ree F Squad Muddy Waters Don't get it twisted... nigga [Redman] Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will
on my dick and give you somethin to smile about How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want
I'd rather be one on one with a bitch gettin' brain Too many heads on a blunt, nigga don't get high I don't give a fuck, if ya got five Every now and
What up what up what up, yeah! Eve, let's do it again! Yeah, it's the ghost Jada and Eve I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherfuckin
ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice He done it again and got rich twice Keep a thump on top We ain't broke, we papered up He ain't going nowhere,
's what's up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin' that to us Don't put all that in cuffs,
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up? Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up 'cause
shit I'm from the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy Even if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me 'Cause they don't know better They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up And
