: This is no laughing matter Somehow I want to cry I know your sweet and idle chatter Really means goodbye This is no laughing matter I thought
: What?s the matter with me Nobody loves me I just happen to be unlucky in love It seems that every time I make a date I know from the start
: What's the matter with me Nobody loves me I just happen to be unlucky in love It seems that every time I make a date I know from the start Someone
if I'm wrond or right Drive at night Fight my fight Rock that pipe I hit the road come back It's nice and tight I get ya what ya want No matter the price
beef (Chorus)2x I keep it real with my real niggaz They beefin' I donate steel to my real niggaz No secret i'll splitta mill with my real niggaz Get
fucked your mama then fucked your sister Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself Matter a fact grab
Mateo Hundred gran from me buy some Yayo Turn it into a mill I stretch to Yayo Stay in the shoot out Yay, lay low naw man my 44 blows Million brake head
I need If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Eh, Webby I got you bro Pittsburg in this bitch, Mac Miller
ve got me walking on my tiptoes You've got me standing on my knees From the mills way down in Pittsburgh To the clubs of gay Paris No matter where I roam
gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta People always gotta see your smile You always gotta put on that fake You know what i'm sayin No matter
one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse Three: B-Real Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list Matter of fact I got one in my head to
al demoni. Manicomi urmai semm matt basta prublemi Manicomi chi ve l'ha di che semm tucc scemi Manicomi tante barche senza remi. Teste rasate mille
hoya Watch Niggas in the streets Cause they will come for ya [Ciara] [Chorus] Don't ya wanna move does this make you groove? Is the feelin good to you It matters
Jesus' face And I will not be ashamed For my savior knows my name It don't matter where you bury me I'll be home and I'll be free It don't matter where
I'm on a journey, leaving no stone unturned For your concern brother, I work for all I earn Whether a crib in the p's, or a five mill mansion Showing
my cars like awww that's his Crib lookin' like sawgrass meals [? ] You got a real man girl how that feel Not to mention we gettin' money and I'm worth 10 mill
not me) Got 49 cent in my Guess jeans (Guess jeans) And my chain (my chain) is one mill' (one mill') That's one mill' more than your deal (your deal)