much paper I ain't got enough space you call that girl 7 'cause she finna get 8 If you call her at 7 then probably gettin' ate Tomorrow call her at 7
gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one You gotta drink Crist-ALL Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7
remember ?to relearn love (to relearn love) (show me again) (to relearn love) Relearn my love (teach me all over, all over) Show me, show me to relearn my love (to relearn my love
like Bone, Bone, Bone As we continue to pick up the pieces They follow us Kings 'til the sundown Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay
for you, you (so horny, so horny) Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me Let's talk about bubbles in the tub, let's talk about makin' love
talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me Let's talk about bubbles in the tub, let's talk about makin' love Let's talk about cherries on top,
-eyed bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7
second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down Pound to echo loud, bout 7
score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down Pound to echo loud, bout 7
low 44 see me wit it If a nigga runnin up best believe he get it See us in da club nigga we be trippin Niggas rap bout that shit we livin 7 or 8 stacks
lies in your eyes Could it be that you tried But I didn't see the sunset pass me bye When you were making love to me Said it three times, you said "You love
thang Candlelight dinners while I'm sippin' champagne Chorus (Sevan): repeat 2X Let me.....be your thug 'cause every 24-7 I'm the one you're thinkin' of Second
she went from the ghetto streets To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
So 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 This stacks is on deck, this bitches don't second this, somebody bail That's why the pussy club sell 'coz a
what you expected Hectic get nekkid and do it backstage after you all exit Elected prom queen on the strength of my last record About three minutes start countin back seconds
teardrops fill my (a7) eyes, A (d) heart can't sing that's (d7) filled with (g) pain, How (d) can it (a7) laugh when it (d) cries. (d7) First chorus
the beat the jets and the producers some condolance flowers time in incriments of money not in seconds or hours no matter what you do to do is gon come second
meat Lay on the cover My natural hair she loved it Stop bitch stop bitch Please don't touch it Took her trough some hoods And let her hoe around 7
