move you're body girl you know your gonna get it How the f-ck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted? Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen
, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a
, I'm sending all the pictures and of my shows to the mall he hit me with a letter, i know you never fail, so put me on a beach with a pocket in the pail
as she likes. She moves the stage, Oh bombs away Drops every night awake, Cowabunga! You know it's right, just do the wave Girl just move your body like a
and out, I'll keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow. Black girl.... Raised by a mama who, who, Hates her baby father so, so She dont have a problem with, with, Saying fuck a
tippin' 18 Boil a big pot of water on the stove to take a bath Rub my face with Olive Oil All my mates used to laugh All my Cousin's moved out We all
new york train of thought and think u the shit a suitable fit, u even keep ur cutacles clipped fully equipped, heavy duty boo, ur trully a gift u a cutie with a mind, not a
ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And for every
What a girl wants, what a girl needs Whatever makes me happy sets you free What a girl wants, what a girl needs Whatever keeps me in your arms, yeah,
Hey, oh These girls ain't got nothing on you Say baby, I had to mention That if you were a star you'd be the one I'm searching for Other girls, they,
the least Oh! A boombox can change the world You gotta know your limits with a boombox This was a cautionary tale A boombox is not a toy
I believe in A faded picture and a melody All that lingers from when he was here with me Every dancer With every revolution Shows the answer Is in the evolution Turning...spinning...moving
pointing fingers do something for me Realize there is two sides to every story [Chorus] The cloud is closing down, been invited to a party at my homies
a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking with
they hoes Eventually I moved out, rented a house I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an ounce We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big weight
and richer A third world villian,come here shorty take a picture Still thuggin in the streets all day,just a lil bit You see dem cutboys loadin,now thats a
s go I used to dream about you watchin' every move you made I was young tho I think 3rd or 2nd grade I'd go home, write a poem, put it right to a beat
He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made millionaire With a reckless disregard for the haters Ludacris on Southern Gangsta A true entrepre-negro CEO