stripe in my mouth If I get sick tonight on a night that I like If I get sick tonight I know my friends just might pick me up Thats not my blood on
, Strangers, Strangers! Hooooooooker! (Verse 2) Loving, calling out to my gay friends they're f**ked up bad. We're bad, bad, bad, bad! You may be transgendered but I still 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
about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love
blow out my brains 'cause I'm hurtin bad but I'm fightin... blast, on the other day These problems got me usin more drugs, along with the other things
my magazine girl, magazine girl. For a cosmo, my porno type girl. She my magazine girl, magazine girl, King Show Mag, my playboy girl. [Chorus] She my
love us, We don't love um' either, My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, My sword would
without losin out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip off Gettin hookers out of my system (get
bad word) like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the name and love is about pain So, stop the complaints
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
sense, tryin' to push me He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoes Hatin' like a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues Tryin' to hold on to my
bad motherfuckers ya we bad watch us I ain't playin' with your bitch ass even if I smoke weed all day drankin' on King Cobra my eyes red my head bad
turns full seats to full aisles [Kemo] Now you've been touched like Tony Toca, se vuelve loca They jaws drop when they hear my Latin lingo boca I represent the future things
my sleep I be laughin' But shit seem funny to me My ice cream was two hundred degrees If it dripped I'd get a hole in my dungarees See my anonymity is my
b gucci mane raise me to b a straight up g na my daddy hustle had but he love sum liquir n my momma wanna leave em but she love da nigga everything kinda
door was sprung a little bit So we propped it up with a forked stick But that didn't matter cause Mama kept us fed My mama and daddy must have loved
render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin al Hope fo' de best! Thing-fish: (singing) Flies all green 'n buzznin' In his
ll To my number 1 fans, my picture man To my dancers helping me do my dance To my basketball coach and my basketball team One love for helping me fulfill my
