fat ass, you fat troll Anybody ever seen {Wendy Williams} fat ass? Why you always wearin Spandex you fat bitch? I know your pussy stinks, you fat hoe
in Cali, having your kid's And you didn't even love me you just like fucking my rib's Take the key's off the dresser let you stuck at the crib And I don
Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X These bitches
quick-witted that I split em like fractions My shit, I tell em like this It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist I get you pumped up Feelin' like you
lyin' to you You need people like me I'm so F A B O L O U S Yeah, that's the bad guy You need people like me So you can point your fuckin' fingers And
scared it's in the air William Pierce come here, I know I'm insincere When I am with my friends, love breaks it never ends I'll love you when you're
love you, so Baby, baby here Baby, please stay home Baby, please don't go Back to New Orleans Because I love you, so 'Fore I be yo' dog 'Fore I be
come through. So I never expected that you'd take her home with you. And I never detected, how hardened and not sorry you could be. Don't you know?
come home, take the Gitney again 'Cause it's crazy, so give it a rest toots, don't you know me I go from ten to two just like Ivan Roni 'Cause we're
waterbed and hold you real tight I be makin' you feel nice if you let me in your world (Let me in your world) [Twista] Hey love, what's up, come give
Daddy said: "Son you're living your life all wrong. "Lightin''s gonna strike you down before too long. "That man upstairs, he don't like what you do. "When you
mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like
, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like
you dont love me you aint the same when 50 Cent's in town I know you dont love me you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get down I know you don't love me
's, puff sticky, love Tupac to death and still bump Biggie. Welcome to the west side, where them Tec's fly, dope boys drive them S5's, come smoke and
I don't need to hear no more excuses that I don't love you I don't need to hear no more excuses that I don't love you
shine snatched for flashin' Straight extorted, like an IRS audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like
