get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro
't hold me now even hurricane floyd can blow me down it took my gurl and little boy just to slow me down slow flow me down R.Kelly - He don't understand
give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act And short nigga but these ho's love my accent She came up to me and said this the number
roll independants she a go I'm gon go get Take that queen assure to ya We can live every month baby girl just call me up Waking up mess in some cold
a little wild But if there's no call from joy control No call, please go with me Oh, come with me, I need you Let's leave, let's leave, come, come,
thighs... (Yeah) (Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see) Tryna match my high on life... (Then let
around me Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me. Welcome to the life The life that's meant for me
on 'em L-l-let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator Just let them bums
girl aged twenty-four" "So was she keen?" "She couldn't wait" "Cinnamon Queen?" "Let me update" "What did she say?" She said, "She'd love to rendezvous" She asked me
Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast, worldwide All my playas in the hood, stay fly And if your ballin', let me
would Would you doubt us Cause everything you do or say You got to live with everyday She's somebody's baby She's somebody's sister She's somebody's mama Now let
left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me
man's wake, she said the eulogy After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin' for jewelry Her bodyguard screwin' me, I gave her my math Ain't nothin' new to me
get the task force Funny, ho's love me, let me fuck 'em 'til they ass hoarse Pimpin' 101, just come and see me, take a crash course You wanna count my
Good evening ladies and gentlemen I am the one and only Queen Bee After me there will be none But you could call me Miss White Most people know me as
boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me
's not perfect, but she's just perfect to me, like it's a highway, let's ride it, you know in a second with me1 chorus: (x2) bright light, city lights