Rock and Roll, Rock And I drink more than you And party harder than you do And my car's faster than yours too P.I.N.K. P.I.M.P I'm back again I know y'all missed me I'm so so sick can't handle it Yeah I talk shit just deal with it

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

These days of preference has no complexion You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin Just light the candle, (gold sweats) down the handle, life's a gamble And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a Reno A couple white lies, a cup of white

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

You got to come back for more Hey little thing, let me light your candle' Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Once it come along a dime by the dozen Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

We're going head to head Can you handle it? I'm taking you down I'm the last man standing I'm bleeding till the last man's standing So get in where you fit in time to put in on the line Taking you down We live, we die

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt) Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt) Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best I can get low I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah