trust when it's not sacred and so what will you say when it's time to cut me loose from your new life don't say you lost the feeling i'll bring it
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your eyes off my cupboard I'm a bad motherfucker, it's Hov just say you love it I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin
? It ain't shit you could do but fear it, Proof us here in spirit and I'm the spittin' image I'll mirror it when I stand near it Your pussy lyric, I
it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight ...My nigga how does it feel? Ha ha! Yessur! [Verse 2] Nigga you don't know me
two way glass Well it's not what it's cracked up to be I'll tell you that much You can look But you can't touch Like Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome, piece
it whenever you need it just page me Hustler music, hustler music Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby Either you stupid or you
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing It's my thing It's my thing, it's my thing (You out there? louder) It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing
can't sleep alone (it's all right) it just don't feel right anymore (i'll get by) it's myself that i've lost track of now (if i have to i'll fight) it
soul to see is it safe to say you'll get away (with running) you don't want this war anymore see what ws wield and it shines on back to what blinds me
don't dance You - there's a name for girls like you You lead me on like a lamb to the slaughter Then you act like a fish out of water You - there's a
i, It aint shit you could do beferret, Prove us here in spirit Im the spittinn image Ill mirror it When I stand near it, Your pussy lyric, I couldn't hear it
it whenever you need it just page me Hustler music, hustler music Hustler music, I'm hustlin music You thinkin, you thinkin I'ma lose baby Either you
I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece
's fine too but I want you) [Lloyd:] (I) I admit it) Dis just ain't no game these just ain't words (That I'm spitting) If you could see the thoughts
