Trina Lyrics
Trina Lyrics
"Ball Wit Me Lyrics"
Black Maria Lyrics
Black Maria, you scare me so I feel as though my heart stop dead You're a liar, this I know I watch you go around my head Oh, I'm going down slow You scare me so Oh, you never let go You scare me so Gay d
Black Maria, you scare me so I feel as though my heart stop dead You're a liar, this I know I watch you go around my head Oh, I'm going down slow You scare me so Oh, you never let go You scare me so Gay d
Chrous*
Ball wit me playboy whats stoppin you
you got a case of crisp you need to pop a few
look here ill pop a few if you pop few
nigga i buy the bar from one to two
look here i buy the bar from two to four
you know this pimp shit easy
its beautiful
ball wit me player whats stoppin you
you got a case of crisp you need to pop a few
verse 1:
spittin game to a stallion
sippin on half a gallon
ice madallion, ice berg italian
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Beautiful Unhappy Home Lyrics
We were proud of this house that we found on a street in the nice part of town Had it furnished with care we were once happy here now it's a beautiful unhappy home Planted red sweet hard roses for you painted our rooms your favorite blue<
in the knots, in the gamblers spotWe were proud of this house that we found on a street in the nice part of town Had it furnished with care we were once happy here now it's a beautiful unhappy home Planted red sweet hard roses for you painted our rooms your favorite blue<
gettin lose with a twenty back, handlin blocks
hit a nigga in the head with the stainless fist
slingin packs when the po-pos changing shifts
caked up at the bar
nigga let all them hoes at the bar know the snowman
everything flows in
gett em off glass with the crisp get crunk
got three, four dyke bitches pissy drunk
got them hoes kissin cunts and twistin blunts
when them hoes get ghost i dont miss them cunts
cause i
I ain't gonna Work On Maggie's farm no more Lyrics
(Bob Dylan) I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I wake up every morning hold my hands and pray for rain I've got a head full of ideas driving me insane It's a
pick up sluts in pick up trucks (Bob Dylan) I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I wake up every morning hold my hands and pray for rain I've got a head full of ideas driving me insane It's a
put dick down your throat bitch hiccup nuts
bitch what im the biggest player
i got my click carrying 24 k
Chrous*1
verse 2:
hoes everyone drinkin on a cold 50
in the rose bently sittin on twentys
hot girls, x and o's, dressed with stones,
nigga crest my toes
hoes wanna test my flow
bitch let me be
i didn't choose the game hoe
the game chose me
guys flow wit me
rocks in my rosery
sippin
Be A Man Lyrics
When you crawl, do you crawl for me? When you come, do you come for me? You say you want someone whose devoted You say you want someone whose not afraid to be strong You say you want someone, someone not me. >Chorus<
donnally, wit his balls on meWhen you crawl, do you crawl for me? When you come, do you come for me? You say you want someone whose devoted You say you want someone whose not afraid to be strong You say you want someone, someone not me. >Chorus<
all my girls drink crisp, think this
your a corderoy hoe i'm a mink bitch
so go about your buisness
lick nuts, drink this
you old tired ass training fool free bitch
whos bad---who stays wit it
you wanna test trina
come on play wit it
i know yall wanna take my place
cause i cute in the face
fat in the ass, slim in the waist
chrous*
verse 3:
unknown?
chrous**