Oh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Only if you ready Tell them valet niggas go and get it Baby you got everything that a nigga want I just wanna put you on And I just wanna see you with them Vicky's on Better yet, with them off (Go

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Going through them changes I feel like I could go out And commit a crime Well, my mind's been My babe, she left me just the other day And that's the reason we had to part She had me runnin' Every time you see me going somewhere I feel like I'm going out

You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs Get high get low Thick girls go and shake ya big butt If they don't like it fuck it And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love (now I) And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love Now ma

Stay with me, Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me. Everything you gave Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw-huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw-huh, Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands The ones I

Jennie, talk to me, Jennie You make me go crazy And all you can say is no Me and Theron be one of your man them All your girlfriend them they can't stand 'em And I see them and I jam and past the hazard I just toss them after I slam they 'Cause from the

Your cheatin' heart will tell on you When tears come down like fallin' rain You'll toss around and call my name You're gonna walk that floor the way I do Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the

You gotta love someone (hey, yeah) You gotta love someone Ever since the day that I met you I knew you weren't the one But nothing ever stops me from forgetting Packing all my shit and moving on (hey, yeah) I don't know what you've been told Or what they

Expectations Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Never be Miss America Baby, innocence one day gonna be decadence Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O and you got away

Yea 1993 Check this freaky style I was born with I feel so freaky tonight And I need someone to make me feel alright So bring your body here baby Lady have no fear I'm gonna fulfill your fantasies Just as long as you