shit aint fair gimme the death penalty or the electric chair im in the electric coupe with the electric roof its electric blue with the electric top
You got the view of the ocean From the top floor of your apartment building But every time we're together It's all about you and your hair in the mirror
extraordinary baby.. unlike anybody else.. ( say wassya name?) well thats irrelevant, but maybe this'll help, know when your sucking on me.. you sippin on top shit.. Ay, you see me, top
[J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess
Country feelin's at a county fair And under a big blue sky See those bright birds fly Cotton candy and apple pie Country feelin's puttin' me on top
one of my **** was holdin seventeen Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets **** up, ******* tear through the innocent Nothin' is fair
you walked by You want me to lick it and even worse Got your heart set on me goin' first, and that ain't no fair exchange Only one thing that you can
noticed some tan lines On your shirt See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time That blue top shop top
find that they're quite stationary All of my action figures are cherry Stephen Hawking's in my library My MySpace page is all totally pimped out I got people begging for my top
chance, poppin', informing All I need is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball And then slide the fuck out in the top of
Columbians And I aint hopping out the car like Trey did I'm turnin off the lights and pullin up like "Say Kid" Bridge: Hustlin Championship ring Hustlin Metaphor street king Hustlin Drop top
To the top of the stairs to find poor Alfie And blood stained letters don't count for change And don't look for blame 'Cause it's a fair exchange For
by but I've had my fair share The satin sheets, the lemon peels, the minor keys, the major pills We've climbed the mountain Saw the top and planted the
city in my neighborhood (south baton rouge Nigga, What!) 4's Up 4's Down Long clips and choppas, in this hood whea they don't give a damn...from the top
is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars,
ain't blowin' nuttin' but hot air All on the charts, how you got there? Then again, ain't no secret it's not fair But Bubba got 'em single the top scared
all here Top shotters big cats street gats Bent coppers aim for your knee caps Some pay a visit to jail without bail Some stay on top of the game without
say the wrong thing and I'll flip diddy flip Some say it's luck but I don't give a, ow Wave to ma' haters like, 'See you at the top' I'm the best in
