What the hell did I do to deserve all of this? Gimme any reason not to fuck you up I'm cold I'm ugly I'm always confused by everything I can stare into a thousand eyes But every smile hides a bold faced lie It itches it seethes it festers and breathes

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no You heard what I said Damn I feel so loose, I'm about to pop shit What's a man to do when he's out of options? I ain't wanna do it but Sh, hold on No, no, no, no, no, no I said gimme gimme that, gimme that Gimme Gimme that, gimme that

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

You really know how to make me cry When you gimme gimme those ocean eyes I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been watching you For some time

I'm alright Nobody worry 'bout me Why you got to gimme gimme a fight? Can't you just let it be? Own heart beatin' Don't nobody worry 'bout me You got to gimme gimme a fight Why don't you just let me be Do what you like,

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) And clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama All I need is information on your crib and armour When it

Niggas be like "give me this, give me that, give me a lot" Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie Nigga, gimmie got shot Nigga gimmie got shot Gimme Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot Niggas be like "give me a hand out" Gimmie, gimmie My whole life ain't nobody gimme gimme

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Yeah, mothafuckas better know I'm a bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self

Gimme back my bullets Gimme Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk

Gimme, Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues I met a gypsy barroom queen in Memphis An' on the street the summer sun did shine The sweetest rose that ever grow in Memphis I just can't seem to drink her off-a my mind She's a honky tonk woman (yeah) Give me,