to Mrs. Nash. Cause there's nothing left to say. She rockin' that thing like. She rockin' that thing like. There's nothing I can say. She rockin' that thing like. She rockin' that
Can you feel me? Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do
'mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do He a dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that
t play tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay I pass out cake like your birthday bitch if you kiss both of those lips, take that, take this
't look at him in his eyes, you don't know how that sh-t feels mentally! I aint trying to rock no shirts that say "in memory" I'm praying that he make
t look at him in his eyes, you don't know how that sh-t feels mentally! I aint trying to rock no shirts that say "in memory" I'm praying that he make
more business i'm the type to rock yellow diamonds that match my car you the type to live under a rock, patrick star and i might win some people over with that
throw stones so I get back what I give reach for the two homeboy go ahead you wanna be dead, homie be dead who am I to be thinking that I won't pop a
evening you blow, you feindin' 'cause you know that your really needed and I'm the one that you wanna be with but right now baby you dreaming wake up
pal Some shit that?s darker than the tints up on the windshield welcome to sinville where n-ggas on base sh-t is looking like an infield high as a Sprint bill what you think, thats
to they stomach Whole time, see that fly sh-t I've been on all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off thats game b-tch aint sh-t nudies? and
stomach [Chorus] [Wale] Whole time, see that fly sh-t I've been on all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off thats game b-tch aint sh-t nudies
Dope sh*t like that Germ UP HIGH Welcome back to Kids Ummmm..?? Follow your dreams Yeah! Wanna Get A Mansion A jacuzzi A theater to watch my movies
[The Dream] Radio Killa did a song with the American Dream They can't put it down like this, no no no no Im her baby, she my shawty Oh, we rockin They
ear you wanna make rapping your career From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota I be the wet dream making cream for promoters We keep the sh*
' with son The same damn thing that had you shook, trickin' from day one Feelin' the pimp now, pockets lookin' slim now I'm want mad shit, it's sh-sh
family stones, cats think I'm sly Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up excursions Til there
