Songtexte:
Mi Menor

: My style can?t be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape vol. 2 Believe it Ho? Ho? Let me switch up the game [Verse 1

: What's up motherfuckers? I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the

: (feat. Beyonce) [Beyonce] There ain't nothing out there... [Missy] A Missy Elliott Exclusive [Missy (phone)] I know one thing Beyonce better not

It looks a lot like givin' up The peace we bring is a bitter cup Set our bodies down like offerings While we pray to the God of the lesser things If

I have a confession to make I've never been the kind of kid Who likes to buy what you're selling to me And all of this rhetoric about loving you Is just

People in my face Understand I need my place You take, use and abuse... Never give nothing in return I think you like to burn I do as I must I swallow

My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The fife and drum beat out the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead

Man: The experts say it does not last. The experts say it's fleeting. The experts bray love fades so fast Then tell me why is my heart still beating?

You're the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn't help but stare towards This afternoon