Ran down on that bitch twice You know me I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva Why you always tryna run and hide Always have my name up in your mouth you outta line You gon' make me pop up at your door like surprise Like come

Love yuh bad Girl ya good body drive me mad Swear to God Baby you are my love for life My queen, my wife, my barbie doll Drive me mad Pay fi you visa

Come get it bae You wanna ride it, my motorcycle You've got a license, have you got the right to Gonna pop a wheelie, don't try too high too Take it easy on the clutch, 'cause girl I like you I can do anything you need None of them boys know the first

Hello, I'm sorry, I lost myself I think I thought you were someone else Should we talk about the weather? (hi, hi, hi) Should we talk about the government? (hi, hi, hi, hi) Hi, hi, hi, hi I think I can remember your name, name Hello, I saw you, I know

Fuck the place up Are you on ten yet? Somebody pop all day (hol' up) Somebody on they way (hol' up) Stay down, with no faking Go up, top-down I've been racing (go up) She wild and dangerous (go up) My crowd in rotation

I know I've been wrong; I don't have all the answers I'm stuck in this hell somewhere in between What I want and what I need; I don't have a good reason Now that you're gone only silence and scars remain Cause now that you're gone only silence and scars

Southside on the track I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects Dick rock hard like a mouth test Hit it from the side, that's a side-effect I'm a Zone 6 nigga, now you're my bitch Slurpin' up the drank and it got side-effects Shit expensive,

I’m gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I’m gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming Get up on top, I'll make it pop, honey It's hard times when nobody wants you It's a cold heart, when nobody holds you Don't you stop me, I will get what's coming to me I am

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around