'ken sy my nommer?' xha! boy what's your number? Twee ses? twee sewe? of is jy n ag bra? Daai bra anies hy's n fokken gam bra Haai! daai anies hy lam innie mang ja Sny jou koekie, sny-sny jou snoekie cookie! Cut it-cut it- hey kitty kitty kitty! There

Black Cats, White Cats All my Zef Cats, look out Big dog in the place to be! Pitbull terrier, I am a pitbull terrier Pussy, for bad boy No pussy, sad boy You’re making me crazy Mal in the skull boy All work and no play

Dance, dance, dance Just wanna dance, dance, dance Where you want me I came the party on my own Don't need nobody in my song I get down to the beat I loose control Boy you can cool it down I'm here to fool around

I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door The moment I saw him smile I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to

I'm not okay You wear me out Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way For all the dirty looks For photographs your boyfriend took Remember when you broke your foot from

Forrest Gump My fingertips, and my lips, they burn From the cigarettes Forrest Gump you run my mind boy Running on my mind boy I wanna see your pom poms from the stands Come on, come on I know you Forrest I know you wouldn't hurt a beetle

Come, come, my baby come I will show you the world I will cover your nightmares I will love you forever I will not let you go Without you boy Black burn, I feel so alone Now I'm here now I'm hanging out in the street

I've got my car and my ride and my wheels When I go to Vegas When I go to Vegas, that's right I've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills I've got my girls and my boys and my girls When I go to Vegas, well that's right When I go to Vegas, well alright

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride Don't worry 'bout

Woah, I'm gonna lie low Smoke in my hand, oh Lying awake in my hotel bed, oh I'll never let this go I'll do this on my own Little boy inside my chest Down in the valley, down in my love, oh Beat my heart just like a drum Tell him I'll never forget