Lucky and unhappy Vote for a freestyle life Driving on the freeway flash line Schedule live Recess lines

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the club Hot boys on my dick in the club Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the game I could make Future

I heard it! I need you! Hey, Sam, I need you! Yes, classic on-camera moment, alright I'm not gonna drive for, like, eight hours I'll drive for the first three hours And then you can drive right after me, dude Let me take the first shift

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again You know I would love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again Well, I've got to ask Sometimes I can't

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

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

You won't wanna go home And it feels so good in my arms 'Cause we'll wake up together Don't look back, when you're holding me 'Cause I know what this love was meant to be One day we're gonna wake up together We'll find love here together We're gonna wake

How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't

Cuando regrese y me duerma en tu cama Porque se junta el hambre con las ganas Donde la vida me lleve mañana Y mi cabeza se quede en tu almohada Y te imagines cuando llegara Porque yo digo, porque habrá mañana Te dire al oído unas palabras Me darás tus

When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean