All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

I had a friend named Victor The two of us used hang every single day And it seemed like overnight that his whole life just changed I know when his mom and his dad broke up it didn't make sense But I know that his dad was a drunk and he gambled away the

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child Me and my girlfriend, doin'

All we see is sky for forever We let the world pass by for forever And we talk and take in the view Two friends on a perfect day End of May or early June This picture-perfect afternoon we shared Drive the winding country road Grab a scoop at À La Mode

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don't love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around

Needed a friend Oh, starry eyes Oh, oh (repeat) When she laughs She's got the power of a child in her eyes And when you cry now She'll hold you like a man's supposed to be held I can't get into words how I feel Get it right in this song now

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want