get a taste I hear your heart beating I found I wanted to eat your heart up, Chew it up and swallow And get your blood to flow Through my head A heart
next, lets go see the way we on, when we all up in the race and you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace we struggling and hustling
see Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) All my people just wave your hand Getting money all across the land One
that Eat it, beat it, till it?s swollen You gonna need an icepack I?ll tell her big thang poppin? Let me hear you say that Lay back, play that Purp Kush blowing
already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up
step up to their face What they gon' do? {Shit!} If you fall up in the club And them hoe's are actin' up When you step up to 'em hoe's What they gon
song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood i eat your heart out (out out out) lick my paws hannibal lecter im so involved follow alone Jay Sean pass the patron We shining hard up
together over night Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin' like the prototype But see that I took your advice Sometimes you got to blow it twice Then shake it up
a shark inside, you would eat me up alive I'd touch the devil's lips, I'd sell my soul to you Your wish is my command, my desire is your demand Take good aim, my heart
though Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like pirahnas though Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo Pull up in the CL the shit's astronomical Hoes lining up
guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days Ok, you want me up in the cage then I'll come
feeling?s gone You wake up on your own / Lifts up and sends you homeward bound / Lifts up and then you?re found again
up shop Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin' tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up I'mma eat up anybody
-glock and hear pistols poppin' (Now see) Buckin' them bodies with shots And a come on, a come on, a come on Everybody get up, get down Everybody get up
know it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little
of the greatest bumpin' through your trunks And your radio, radio And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again I can still hear you sayin
