: (feat. Rap Legend Milk Dee) [chorus] You go, go tell your friends (your friends) Tell them, get off my dick (my dick) They keep, tellin' you shit (
phone Trying to tell you baby that I'm all home alone I'm on queen size sheets and they made from silk Got my mouth open wide cause I'm ready for milk
It's always more fun To share with everyone If you've got one Here is something you can learn You can still share Just by taking turns If you've got a
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second story room to whistle you down the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver
: I ain't got time for this man I'm out [Chorus] You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?) Over here at the side
live, if I'm just living to die [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin
clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk (
wear a lot of gold they plot Don't no what I got if ya stop with the hot ones And all yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk
they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Dramacydal] I ain't got nuttin on my mind
on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit Got the macs, got the nines, got
These rappers ain't gun slingers They R&B singers G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent Cause the seats in the coupe got
out this bitch The D's know me I'm the one that got away Ask the homies they'll tell you about the way I'm a hustla I got it in my blood I'm still hungry
but in certain situations you just follow your heart cuz in reality she's probably got a man of her own but I could fantasize as long as I got to for
you want me to [69 Boyz] my grandmamma sent me to the grocery store to get some type of foods and aerosol but when I got the aisle with the milk and
huh, true dat! True dat! True dat! [Verse 1:] The Rotweiller and Thrill Da Playa [RW] Yo, don't try to fake the funk on Go on, give you ya milk-bone;
the path 'Cause if they ain't got they shots Then the kitty might not get got They say it ain't got a bad bone In any ol 'eyes, it's gold So girl, don
i ain't gone lie All these christmas lights got my light bill high I ain't got no chocolate chips To go along wit no glass of milk But I got some
like a big dipper, Glowing like a star Lookin up a paw, Pullin up in my car Walked right up to the front Where the bosses park at I got a cold mouth piece
