(You're all) Every time the front door shakes Every time I hear the breaks And that long whistle cryin' through the night I'm reminded of the way I feel Gettin' crushed by your wheels tonight Shut up train I'm trying to sleep Can't you show me a little

Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a star to be seen above I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of me only love. I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone I rapped on her bedroom window "My darling dear, do you lie

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking I may cry ruinin' my makeup Tough girl whose soul aches I'm at home, on my own Check my phone, nothing, though Act busy, order in Pay TV, it’s agony Wash away all the things you've taken And I don't care if I

I just may walk up in Saks Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I take off, no jet lag Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that Spend that shit,

Let me see how big your mouth is Turnin' clubs into houses Water to champagne fountains Turn flat chests into mountains And ooh I love that ass I'm taking off her blouses While she take off my trousers That's just a couple more problems To add to the

Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl

I don't want to be the man with the big head Never let me be the man with the big head I'd rather live John Burrow's life instead Of being the man with the big head Don't let me spend my career Wound up in a bell jar the pop star gone too far Don't let

Gotti got it Cop it, then I serve it up Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang Big choppa, big thang Let your nuts hang Who that? Don't say BBA change your mood, aye

C'est la fête, la fête C'est comme un grand coup de soleil Un vent de folie Rien n'est plus pareil Aujourd'hui Merde que ma ville est belle Tiens tout a changé ce matin Je n'y comprends rien Jeunes et vieux grands et petits