fatale Tu seras toujours romantique Meme au temps des pics Qui goudronnent tes monuments Et font pleurer tous les yeux des amants On a souvent chante tes ponts A
to watch her leave but i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and now we murderers because we kill time she saw Dr.carter and now she feel
a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
'em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home" Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone Laugh now, die later, motherfucker You's a
forget it, admitt it I'm ready, I'm wit it, still here like a statue Pink champaigne, green ink in your tattoos You say you got baggage well I'm packed too Plus i got a
April I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy I'm a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil
never forget it, commited, im ready, im with it still here like a statue, pink champagne, green ink in your tattoos, you say you got bagges, well im packed too, plus i got a
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
letter B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. we spray then leave we play when we know we play N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy young money
that you know If we was at sea I would not be a boat Cause I would go deep Yes down deeper low Right next to the P like L M N O There is no expression
remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D wasn't B I G I had to get P A D, that's why my moms hate me
I hear death knockin' at my front do' I'm livin' everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle Junior M.A.F.I.A., right
could be a doctor I could be a lawyer I could be the next Michael Jordan or Vince Carter I could be a teacher cause I love to read I could be a fireman or a
Chorus] I could be a doctor I could be a lawyer I could be the next Michael Jordan or Vince Carter I could be a teacher 'cause I love to read I could be a fireman or a
He fucks with me Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in I call it survival, you call it a sin Damn, I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell
ours We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch Every trick bitch wanna be a
's a party over here, a party over there There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up There's a party over here, a party over there There's a party everywhere There's a
all though but less unfortunate you had an alloy spoke Mongoose and I had a Huffy You owned a green machine three different lunch pails I had a go-cart that I built from a
