When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man Yeah I can get mine and you get yours Tell your boyfriend next time he around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more I'd rather him

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

Bright smile dark eyes Now my work is done I feel I'm owed some joy Oh Imogene and Abelard I'm your homeward boy But there's another one Who brings me to your door And the boat she weaved from the tidal reeds

And you pull my hips so close; volume goes with the truth When I'm home alone, I just dance by myself The kid was all right but it went to his head Signing off "I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen." I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you I can't play with you no more I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me My friend the boy next door I can't believe what people saying You're gonna let your hair hang down I'm satisfied to sit here working all

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

It's not where I belong Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through Little boy, six years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad, another school Another house that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in