I want this more I see right through ya, this just don't scare me no more get up, get up, get up, get up I want this more than you'll ever know This
thats how it is i always does it big your place or mine a case of wine baby stop wasting time so take flight cuz i'm only in town for one more night
taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it She's so much more than you're used to She know's just how to move to seduce you She gone do the
ones hurt more Than the bad ones do The days were high And the nights were deep And I miss you baby I miss you baby I'll soon be gone now Forever
to do over your do it over again Cause I would, it means something more to me There's a whole in my heart where you use to be I still wish you the best of luck baby
of lean boy, you be in da air Really in da air, on your fuckin own plane, we gone say what we want, but we know that you gone do ya thang, But no matter
no more Cash Money, no living in New Orleans It's 2004 Chopper City Cutthroat, Ya heard me That's how we playin it, Those who layed this right here Baby
they call "Bling Bling Slim" Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out" The chain I got on costs more
no gunplay fall You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close In a morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a
we're the baddest bitches in this fucking city (B.G.) One short, one tall, and one a dog (Baby) But see that dog bitch nigga she gone catch hell but she gone
the only way you 'gon see Baby at a concert ya know [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Now do ya have more riches Than the sea got fishes Can you do more broads
: Bells will be ringing this sad sad news Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish me greetings once again
Sad Cafe. The clouds rolled in and hid that shore Now that Glory Train, it don't stop here no more Now I look at the years gone by, and wonder at
might be on She signed me to a contract, baby said it would all be so life long I looked around then for a reason when there wasn't something more
: Please Come Home For Christmas Bells will be ringing this sad sad news Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish
u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more Left xxx in her jaw... unh 1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more Have it how
mouth The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood
