way Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me I don't know her and she can't stand beside me But yo bitch
fingernails 'cause you can't take care of it That's why I'm makin' you aware of it so I'm tellin' you chumps now You better wack it or buy the jacket
what I did I didn't think it so wrong Busted Busted for what I did I didn't think it so wrong I didn't, I didn't think it so wrong, well Well I made a
it all before Justin: So what should I do? Madonna: I told you catch me on the floor Don?t spoil this moment 'Cause talk is cheap I don?t have time
' to do Than worry about my friends? Check it I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin' I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
stopped, I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room
swift action Should I just couldn't believe Cee Lo told them what was happening I been tricked up and deceived And it ain't that nobody heard it And it ain't
it's strange, you don't have no shame in that I got your card, playboy, but I ain't trippin' You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin
I?m beyond the hottest I?m not a star, I?m the sun, not number 2, I am the 1 I am not a rose, I am the gun And I spit for the half Nash niggas sleep
this building And I can't deny Since then I've wondered why The songs they play and the songs I hear Do they ring true in my ears? You can't pull this
jumping Take a shot of fifths and liquor But I can't be buying nothing Where I'm from, I can't be saying 'Cause I'm just to cheap for paying Can't be
I barely hear ya It be goin' in and out like a robbery ah I'm tryin' to +take this money+ like +Robin Geeda+ Then I'ma +take you to the house+ like +
play cheap tricks I pretend I don?t exist I close my eyes and wish My thoughts are devilish My thoughts are just a wish It?s my world, gonna take it
it to 'em Queen, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to 'em Queen, I got it Give it to 'em Queen, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to 'em Queen, I got it Give it to 'em
one to spend it on because I ain't got a mate, so I put it in my system where I procrastinate playin' games of video, I'm sure that you can relate. I
percent, real Bun B I represent Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me So I eat all I
on how royal you want the hustle to be It depend on how ployal you want the hummer to be Don't trick give you the first hit for free I know you missed
notes I see notes being passed I ask to see what these creeps wrote Define silly kids and flying privileges revoked Ski slopes have been blocked off they can't chance it