[Lil' Jordan:] Hhhhoohhhh Yeahh My Puppy....Love [Verse 1:] I See Ya Walking Holdin Hands On Da Way To School Ya Wit Yo Mommy Im Wit My Daddy Everything
[Dj Khaled] Ayo Game, what they do boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard
out and God damn they snap I used to want this thing forever yall can have it back [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Ok, hello it's da Martian Space jam Jordans
the zone I ain't talkin' about the 2-3, mami in the zone Like the homie 2-3, Jordan or James Make no difference we all ballin' the same I am the Mike Jordan
d got that title You other rappers losing, wait.. minus the ? Breath of fresh air, pump lung, money catscan So Cash Money heart bleed, Young Money, one hunny [Lil
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
This is a public service announcement.... Lil' Wayne ? Weezy F. Baby IS, the best rapper alive (Hit me, Haaa!) GOOD MORNING NEW YORK! GOOD AFTERNOON
ll be cool. And if you put that ice on my body? Thata??ll, thata??ll be cool. [Repeat 1x] [Lil Twist] Now wait, let me brush off my Jordans. The ones
And telling every girl she the one for me And I ain't even planning to call I want this shit forever, mayne Okay, hello, it's da Martian, space jam Jordan
the balance, they lackin' the harmony. These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see. No authenticity, they won't make history. They only makin' Lil
Lil' Flip, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe I got hoes that's 22, they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so
me dawg, make money or make a hit Other than that, can't think of shit My son gettin bigger, it's like every week this lil' nigga His clothes or his Jordans
, ya know, ya know How ya, how ya, how ya, how ya How ya do that there? How ya do that, how you do that there Carolina mic sky blow still mello Got so many Jordans
me I make money and my fingers make the letter B I'm very sick, very sicker than you And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with the flu Then I become a motherfucker
dues, don?t get mad, jus' let me ball When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww They mad at me Check got Os, diamonds in my chain Good got Jordan
't afford to go to sleep F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan
[Lil' Jon] Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) Short Dawg! (YeahHHH
my name Roc a Fella y'all One of the best Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek Reportin