I've been searching high I've been searching low you've seen all my mistakes and I feel lucky to go Many years have passed, many more to come I have
: I've been searching high I've been searching low you've seen all my mistakes and I feel lucky to go Many years have passed, many more to come I have
Well, it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me Oh, that shit makes me bat-shit crazy
of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note A letter to
your back disc Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H A
) I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong l'il bit I know your grown a l'il bit, twenty years old, you
Y'all already know, Slot-A-Lot, So So Def And if you a bad chick, get on the floor and How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans? How
a little chick real quick Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real You got little tits and your face looks like em mitt till First I'm a get it hot,
it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Spit it in ya ear, bit like a Q-Tip Big silly bitch, wickedy witch, lickety split In a sitch, no dick but talk big, carry a big stick So, I'm a girl,
into passion, a sensational move. Made the right connection, I'm falling for the groove. I'm swinging high and I'm swinging low, And I'm getting down
t look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can
not the old spice mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue betty cracker made it better poindex the flex to track by Busta with a little bit of sore
She's a rose where roses never grow Behind the swinging doors she pours the wine that flows She keeps on pretending that she's having fun But it's a blue
spotlight A teacher was his wife who was stabbed and shot twice They attended a church where they both were active And a little bit of rope he gave others
the temper in my spine A hill sound again, feelin' symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims with everything up in me A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls
't hog her to death, lend her to Cris Just for a little while, for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a