[Pharrell chorus] Yeah, mami you miss me don't you? Haters wish you could hit me don't you? Heh, you should call me Uncle I understand I'm back by popular
You lookin' real good baby, yes you is I just want you to know I had a wonderful time this evening But unfortunately I guess this part of the story Well
Alone, so alone, that I could cry I want to be wanted Alone, watching lovers passing by I want to be wanted When I'm kissed, I want his lips to really
is this where the rain falls ever morning i wonder why sleep covered eyes talk calls the warning down from the sky if you turn the light off ill cut the
Chorus) This for the boys that?s on the grind/ Servin bids and doin crime/ Stuck in the pen and doin time/ Facin 10, 20, Life/ (Verse 1) Make ways of
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back You can bet that, you
This has been a Goldrush production Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight thug His mama was a G And daddy was a G Ain't nothin
[Intro - Trey Songz] Trick Daddy Dollaz Eightball, Trey Songz We high [Trick Daddy - Intro continued] Good evening ladies and gentleman This is you're
Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone, would've been done If it wouldn't for thug holiday
[Man:] Ayo, Who you about to call? [Kiki:] I'm bout to call Trick. [Man:] For what? [Kiki:] Just to call him and see what he doin' [Man:] Bitch.
Sexy, sexy Hey sexy Hey sexy You're so sexy I like it when ya booty doo (Shake it to the left) I like it when ya booty doo (Shake it to the right) You
[chorus x2] I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im doing it for the niggas who sittin and aint snitchin, And all the niggas who gone, I aint
Do anybody wanna die? You? You? Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line Breaka, breaka it
Kane is in the building nigga The daddy dollas, dollas Get nasty, come on Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Who told you to
Cane is in the buildin', nigga Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
I stayed out late last night Why am I such a fool? My alarm did not go off Now I'm late for school I sneak slowly into class with professional agility
I don't know if I can do this alone Oh, after all our sweet love is flown I've been a running, I've been skipping like a stone And I don't know if I,
Don't wanna be a martyr in this war Don't wanna hear the same excuses anymore That everything's a threat And it's only gonna get worse if we let it Don