I've got these habits that I cannot I've got these habits that I can't I've got these habits that I cannot break I found life out on the weekdays When
Yeah, it's the heart is out Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test
Well, once I was a lover With beautiful long brown hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When I walk down any street Men would stop and stare (Yeah, yeah, yeah
If it's not you Oh no, I won't do that You'll have to wait for me and that is that Shoulda known, shoulda cared I shoulda hung around the kitchen in
Ladies, you're damn right You can't read a man's mind We're living in two tribes And heading for war Well, nobody's perfect We all gotta work it But
This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? So get back, back
Here she comes again, walking right by next to me Oh, she's smelling so sweet, so fine, make me lose my mind Oh, making this man crazy now, crazy, crazy
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
Do you see clearly The image on the wall? Is true that man Must surely fall If we build foundations Reflections in our eyes Unless, we look deep within
What up what up what up, yeah! Eve, let's do it again! Yeah, it's the ghost Jada and Eve I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherfuckin
I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin'
let's take it to Maiami (karria 2 Maiami) Let't take it down to Texas Where dey be gettin wreckless (dirty-dirt)
[Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust] Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to
WHAT IN THE WORLD'S COME OVER YOU Writer Jack Scott What in the world's come over you? Seems we never get along (ooh, ah, ah, ah) Ev'ry night I reminisce
Luda! Yep! S.G.! Chris Breezy ! It's me! Hey! Uh oh! U-uh u-uh, uh oh! U-uh u-uh! I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know
{Let's do it} Okay, Jazze We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south Well you know, I
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
Verse 1 a?? Suffa This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest, The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it's, Your choice, I won