I'm feelin' It would be all right But if you're feelin' What I'm dealin' Then we're high high high I could love you I could Love you I could Love
would you have the guts to say "I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"? I don't love you like I loved you yesterday I don't love you like I loved
love deny Oh the world shall change And be most strange If from my mind your love remove For me heart is with him altogether Though I live not where I love
boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard work Poppin' bottles Shit them hoes love
in V.I.P., hear that loud tack See, it's me and Chris in here, so you know it's real thick in here Better get yo girl 'cause yo bitch is in here Tryin
feel like you deserve a visit, cos you aint in the kitchen when you want a whipping, [Chorus] uh, uh ahhhh, I know you say you love me girl, I know you say you love
them bitches lame And I ain't gotta say it, you already know the name See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' over niggaz Yo husband and yo
't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (Uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black
as Bugsy? (Yeah) Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? (C'mon) Yo, I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love
Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You
motherfucker with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat 'fore I brace mine 'cause I lace nine From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin' spine I be, that nigga that yo
love you, baby, come on I love you baby, I love you, baby You drive me crazy, I love you, baby I'll never betray thee, I love you, baby I love you,
Yo, Yo Gansta, gansta Gansta, yo That's right Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep
of ice and hoes When it?s on My man there, gat in his hand What you do when you got a master plan, but half don? ran Here?s your chance to prove you love
hoes. When it's on. My man there, gat in his hand. (No) What you do when you got a master plan, but half don' ran. (No) Here's your chance to prove you love
silly hos will get ya But not me, I'm too cocky I love when the women scream, "Hey Papi" I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed And I love when
[Black Rob (P. Diddy)] Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) The tootsie roll (We still here, keep it up, keep it up) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR (keep
[Black Rob] (P. Diddy) Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown,