I still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

I should've known I would pay for this You look to good with your makeup off And your favorite song They get scared to lust Girl, you're dangerous Girl, what's been happening lately? We don't even talk no more I be getting high on the low

(I'll kill me a muthafucka) Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping I told you, don't fuck with me,

I might need me some ventilation A little vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no) Cut my

Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Ayy) Uh, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Huh?) Uh, big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh Ayy

"No, you don't need make up to cover your face, love You're beautiful now, within and without, and never forget You're doing me proud" You're beautiful now, within and without, be good with yourself, you're doing me proud No, you don't need make up to

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

Rozay, Rozay Rozay Got that, Rozay, Rozay Rozay Bottle up (Boom, boom, detail) Here, comes, them bottles of that Clique I know you're gettin busy, go work it lil' momma Got that Rozay, Rozay Rozay Here, comes them bottles of that Patron Them bottles of

Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name