was meant to be And girl in your smile I see my everything [Chorus:] But if the words I say Make the tears roll down And they find their way to your heart down Your
in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, ive been around your block, im the talker of the town, that?s probly why they wanna see
roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Jacki
is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the
don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your
going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby
seen alot of places. And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house. This your land. Your only son done
True) Maaaannnn, I don't worry about the Five-O if they start, cuz it's all about survival Just stay smart Keep your mind on your bank roll always stay
: Turn your face to the moon; Let me see you that way. And the way you appear to me now you'd think the moon would hide for shame. And though there is
we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in I
' away If you ready to ride girl come on let's roll G-55 fly ma let's go Its hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my present Your smile makes me smile
s your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday
pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl
goes here buck My niggas from New Orleans, wodie (wodie) If we on the same page, when you see me on stage You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna
paper ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is
I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In
, go, go Go, go, go [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent] Go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday