To your iphone application I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me My car does match my Jordan's and some say that was fresh of me I'm like The Loch
stop for you And she thinks she knows me, oh so well For six nights in a cheap motel She gave her heart away for free She gave it all away to me But
of your faculty, send your cavalry I got And 1's that match with me City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me Throw your man off the
on 'em Primate, hold your mic straight before you challenge 'me Your light weight and only force me to cause casualty Battery packs catch match mines
I?ve seen lovers who were matched They thought that love could stay Once they cared and got attached It seems that love just slipped away Don?t want no claims on me Don?t want no chains
sold in da street Holdin' da heat on top till Im old wit no teeth Blast 3 through your artery its hard killin me I love artillery particularly ap
? MEREDITH: Out! Gotta just rip out this page, bend the bars of this cage and run free! SHELLEY: Free? MEREDITH: Free! No one but Edgar, you and me! Gotta
do it, why not I? I'm meant to fly Sail unrestrained Why is man free and woman chained? Is that my epitaph before I die? I should be free Free to be
[Swallow] It seems to me you waited till the time came I believe, you returned for us at last It seems to me you tested me so many ways I believe, every
code. The uppers know They can't hold you down without having anchors attached. "It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match. So
The uppers know They can't hold you down without having anchors attached. "It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match. So drag
I got me the black and tan, patent leather with the gray Match ?em with the skinny jeans, it's off with the shades I know you see me, I know you see me
I never come off tacky, I'm a boss exactly I'm like the slick suit Snooper fly Versace Conversation flashy, y'all niggaz can't match me I talk to you
leather with the gray matching with the skinny jeans off with the shades I know you see me (I know you see me) My Jeans be never slippin Paparazzi I might
(feat. Rick Ross) [Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go
[Intro:] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150
to moms, I'll quit spittin' to get ya chains broken Ya name is spoken openly Remember holdin' dreams of bein' dope, yo son they quotin' me Still the same
back to the 80s, like 'Three Times a Lady' When it was pussy for free and crack for currency It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery I remove MCs