I popped your cherry Hell fucking no, I don't wanna get married 'Cause can't no bitch hound me Talking that shit about a family I wants no champagne, I
I don't do it for the love of it I love it but I do it for the love I get Big checks, you think the sex is next When I left the studio, I had to go do
got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts
do I But I just turn my back and then I go get high 'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich
it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
it don't stop And it don't stop and it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone And I'm macking Hit it! I'm not a wanna-be pimp, I never
but I don't know where You come out here you better act scare 'cause we don't play don't come my way When you sudden didn't fight you will say Front
getting mine Baby said "Stop it" I said "Drop it" I tried everything but I could not cop it I was going to a store about a month ago Met another girl
you down But if you feelin' down, I'll be around I know you hear the street bumpin', they talks about me I know your girls be flippin' they talks about
some other s---. I know I should be done wit it But I could never leave you cuz I love you I put up with it, boo We don't got nothing If we don't got
I know is I'm proud to be your son Papa if you can hear me There ain't a way in the world It's how I thought it would end up If it wasn't for you B
Didn't wanna mention your name to the track but, ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat little shit) I'm real, on mic I show skills, stop talking about gun, you don't
I Blow My Own Trumpet And If You Don't Like It Lump It Im A UK Bad Boy Just For The Record I Like Tea But I Don't Like Crumpets Dirty Money and Boy
Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya? Forget she told me everything about ya But the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin' Girls talk
Don't you talk to the world You can talk to me baby Somethin' you wanna know Ask me boy I'll tell you so You can talk to your girl I won't lie to you
another girl I swear this true, I'll do anything 'Cuz the days with your loving was everything I know about your girl at home I know everything about you I
to tell you that i cry sometimes i cry sometimes, about it and girl i know it hurt, but if this world was perfect, then we can make it work but i doubt it