I want this more I see right through ya, this just don't scare me no more get up, get up, get up, get up I want this more than you'll ever know This
I'm haute couture of hoes galore give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours I'm the authority of model seniority they call me Les but they all need more
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
) You already gave me the green light, baby (I'm giving you the green light) Put your glass up (Put your glass up) Pour a little more (Pour a little more
stolen, it can never be replaced, iYiYi Even if it's for a day, iYiYi I'ma text you up to say, iYiYi Missing you, missing you Oh baby, whenever I'm gone
falling in love I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love 'Til I get a little more from you, baby Get a little more from you, baby You
It's been so lonely since you've been gone Your love surround me, up and down me Be all around me, baby, I can't breathe no more C'mon c'mon, get off
loved you more than I did So baby roll wit' your crew And do what you gotta' do because I never wanna kiss you again Never wanna walk through the park holding your hand No more
own sorrow but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But
we is, we slide and divide If she ain't with it, I-95 Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more No more, no more, no more Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is
late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies
my crew knocked out (Come On) [P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!) [Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we
, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
out (Come On) [P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!) [Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave your
n that mothafucker creepin got the navy seats cause i be riding downtown with the navy piece got that f rifle yea the navy heat shit gone of goose told
torn down So strong, don't know how, I can't be torn down We're higher, baby, the love sky scraping I might be crazy, but I think when we're gone Our
