leave you wit a question mark and you on your period You, off da chain daddy You, awfully freaky boy You wanna do it from the front daddy? Ooo, well I like it from the back boy You
Calling out for you to play their game Caught in by the crossfire, sky is bloody red Adding up his souls as we count our dead Carnival diablos Carnival
the habit if you tried your darnedest So don't fight it, don't fear it Just take your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever expected
You can't stop love It's something that you can't forget Throw it away and find regret Go ahead and fight it and give it your best But you can't stop
same, yeah) We can make it right for us (Throw your hands up, put your hands up) We can make it right for us (Raise your hands up, throw your hands
the burner out my draws/ you gonna piss in Ur panties/ Nigga want to fight/ I'll talk to hamburger/ who want beef/ who want beef/ when u look outside/ you
Wayne] Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X3 I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3 I aint choosin one so you
Knock 'em out y'all, knock 'em out y'all Knock 'em out and tell them what we all about y'all Knock 'em out y'all, knock 'em out y'all Knock 'em out and
hard on a hoe, I get down for mine You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat) We
way I can And keep my eyes on them boys jumpin' out them black vans I'm a man, get it right, 'cause I ain't playin' Six shots out the roof, it'll make you
even know you, you just standing around You're a clown Don't even try to step outta bounds 'Cuz if you drink and start a fight nobody holdin' you down You
Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic! Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! ugh! First verse: spm Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out Cause I'm
just just failed my piss test Brain deader than a door knob This is, for my road dog Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob I'm so shy, controlling
, I'm cutting off my nose for you I know you'd do the same thing too Revel in what you'll miss out You played me for a fool this time Good luck with all
the top and let her do the BREEZIN But I'm not hearin it I leave you wit a question mark and you on your period [chorus: Aja] You off da chain daddy You awfully freaky boy You
Guard yo grill Nigga what, straps up Niggas getting they caps filled I'm thugged out Niggas fight till the blood out Nigga used to be playing in the clubhouse Now he comin out
my footnotes when being interviewed Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?" Brought it right back to me like "What've you
taking small things and blowing em out of proportion Using sarcasm as my second language Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant You say you write your best rhymes when you