I'd like to thank the guy, who wrote the song That made my baby fall in love with me Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Who put the ram
Dedicationn 333333 Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I feel like these motherfuckers better know me next I realized I never loved h.o.e.s. Full white top cup full
[Fiend talking] My Lord, I'm in a bad situation again First forgive me for my sins Past, present, and future I ain't eat in a couple days All I'm trying
got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got a hole in my head That's why I can't sleep I got everything and less Baby, I'm A Mess I got a drink
I'm focus man, yo Free Why don't you holla at me man Now who else but me slim waist with that swag Get on G, five plans and fly fast If it ain't G's
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
nose Smokin on weed, playin with my nose Nigga poppin theses Zs, Playin With my nose Playin with my nose nigga, Playin with my nose [Verse 1: Messy
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked
Shes the brightes Ive ever seen Brightest Ive ever know Shines like 22" crome (shes a missing piece in my life) Like a 24 carrot ring that needs a stone
[INTRO] n tha function mess be stuntin. some of these niggas like messy frontin. till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache
(Messy Marv) Click Clack Gang! Watz Haeniiiin! Yea Da Real CCG Nigga watz Haeniin? Ya Boy Boy Young Mess! (Lil Wayne) Hook I run this bitch and ima keep
I'm from the bay that's how we speak I'm from the bay I'm I'm from the bay I'm from the bay I'm I'm from the bay that's how we speak Fresh is where we
?It's getting late?, she said She touched my face ?Let's stay out late as we can? We'll drive around the lake Just a little too fast My eyes on the lights