will you make a move Cause I keep cussing myself For everything I?ve done Where did I go wrong Thinking I should move I have to move on Drive on by
a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone
t a thing, I was moving every way you move, Bobbing and weaving, Like a young boy was supposed to do, It seemed like only yesterday that we did it, Now you on
game Dont you pray for rain, look inside At what youll find, its all in your mind, regain an honor disappearing Its a power, a birthright disappearing, its a
my place, in this paper chase Smell this pie we bake, make your plate, take a taste Make no mistakes, though, some toes gettin' stepped on My name is
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet (Uh) A who da man dat love to make you moan and sweat (Uh) A who da man dat love to make you scream
ll have an awesome wedding and get married on the hill. And of course my maid of honor will be Jill. (Alex) Just did a number on that toilet, but played
my thoughts I need a plan to exist Should I get on it like them Cuban Guerillas? Fly to their country make a truce with their killers Move in a villa
: Now, we are never alone Your blood, it makes us strong Now, there is power to move on Never, we are never alone Once I had a heart that just wanted
White with Hustler tales Cause my voice makes honies wanna touch theyselves Just give it to me girl, shake your booty ma Make a nigga wanna turn you to a
done away DARKNESS. Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away DARKNESS. [Dirtball:] When I'm all up on a pallet a pain with blood of my name in
move yay Now I gotta new Audemar with a blue face Hoppin' up in G4 jet no suitcase, whole new wardrobe in a new place Change clothes if a stain on my
when she a beg stop, still put it on 'cause dutty never yet flop Me a tell her say "Guess what?" We done know the bed, make her move to the desktop And
got in my pants cuff is enough to make'em put my hands on the wall Work, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whip Fat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin
it feeding our family Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn How I could just kill a man His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand If you
I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam Fucking
her outside of the Copacabana Far from a sucka, pull out the llama And tell on myself like, yo well your honor See I blast on site when I move The battery pack on my
Hey, when I give you these keys, homeboy Don't move my car, man I ride in the front, ya dig? Don't move my shit man Ho! Ho baby, what's your name? Go