the fears But you know with you I'm fine, You and me we're just fine 1 million invisible lines Up your head and into mine You and me we're just fine
with the golden eyes, how can we make you realize that we live on day to day? Runnin wild on a foggy day can't see two feet in front of me. But I'll
don't you know I switched you, switched you Messed my head Messed my head Why you going putting me Why you going putting me Why you going putting me on? Tell me
have u got me spittin on this, i dont usually spit on tracks lyk these, but its jus the start n im startin to like it, watch producers try and buy me, if u
little suit from dapper dan But so what? you still ain't dapper Holding the mic makes you look like a rapper But you're just a sloppy copy cat Front on me
me Layin with they man, they reminisce and they miss me See I'm a playa that be tru T-r-u be them real niggas, I thought ya knew So let me freak this
V5: Outbreak] Boi u no u got me goin crazy fo ya baby Oh I don't know how much longer I am gona take it U do 2 me how no 1 does (no 1 does) We breakup
tha richest To pictures wit broad bitches Didn?t u see on television Wit a ass like Delicious Face like Eve Red carpet Walkin pigeon U cant keep me
money let me dummies be dummies I?m stackin da bread to the day that I?m dead. They swear dat they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy
you ain't gangsta Look at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a monster Kicked me outta G-Unit Put me in converse Matter of fact give me
you need proof? Shall we? Any time, I'm able. Come on mate, I never get signed! More time, still wanna ** leave me behind. Tell me to put my name on
heard I'm hanging on her every word As if I'm not already blazed enough She hits me with the cryptic stuff That's her style - to jerk me around Chorus
told me dat and u gotta be real all diz drama showed me dat lose ya mind if u want to i got a click of real niggaz who gone stomp u and want u to be
is money let me dummies be dummies I'm stackin da bread to the day that I'm dead. They swear dat they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy
wen u freaky Hey gyal U mek me cocky get tuff like a rock Gyal wine like seh u wah breed fi me Jesus christ wat a Pussy tight Tun backway mek me force
vagina [Chorus:] Fat pussy girl sum boy don't kno wat me talk say Me ah talk bout, me ah tell u say me ah beg yuh a fuck Me ah tell u say me ah beg
