.. & I Don't Want It I'm Tired Of Confronting You It Could Be Nothing But Its Certain There Is Something In My Head Artist: D. Brown Album: Unknown Title: In My Head
my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done
my old flows and they take my old swag he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch hehe. I'm stupid but I won't get my drama on what I'm dealing
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth
and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane bags, I've found my way To heads of state and children at play I'm financed
evil in my eye and some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was some bass was walking by my dog
Flag Hangs Up, I Ain't Got No Room For Them (No) If Love Was A Crime, I'd Be Doing Way More Then Life Girl I'm Through All I See Is You, Your My Heart
you know I think you a hell of a actress Especially when I'm shooting you on a matress Shawty straight to the top thats where we headed And I'ma see my
and I blew her down Went right home, went to bed Forty-four colt smokes under my head And I began to think what a deed I'd done Grabbed my hat and away
strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a bit field of tall grass I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my
to my Breman niggas My Adam Family niggas My 10-5 gangster street, heroin sellin' niggas I wanna send shouts out to my niggas All the way on 145th and
it's Staten Island New York the forgotten borough Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my
in To the republic it's over, though To my loyal subjects it's over, hoe Long live the king No, the rain won't stop They want my head on the chopping
chop your head nigga gilitene. Fake rappers dissin me like I would forget, Niggas say they gettin money but it's counterfeit. My name gigantic, I sink em, titanic, S.O.D
son He'd been on death row since 1958 The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig Spit on Indians and lots worse The old chief buried a hatchet in his head Life
I back it down Tell me something is you ready for me, baby Take this beast of out my pants And let you pet it for me, baby My d-ck on professor Klump
Ever beleive that I'd ever believe that I'd ever achieve what I ever achieve chorus: you better believe it you better believe it you better believe it my
