just gotta know ooohhh just let yourself go we'll see you at the show I'm all dressed up in the plain white t's and now the girls can't stop looking
you just gotta know ooohhh just let yourself go we'll see you at the show I'm all dressed up in the plain white t's and now the girls can't stop looking
the fuck back and just act like you heard [CHORUS] They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Black Jesus, white Moses Heaven
' I could relive it But I can't so let's go on, give the hook a revisit I know, seen the end I can't go to sleep without ambien Seem so happy call me
hard So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard Go hard or go home Back to your residence Soon the red dogs will give the block back to the presidents
The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live shit from front to back
fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't
a, go getta, go getta, go getta You in da club you see a bad bitch, point her out Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma Go getta, go getta
is 8 something cuz I've been tryna work it out, oooow good weed, white wine I come alive in the night time okay, away we go only thing we have on is the radio ooooh, let it play
8 somethin', right? 'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh Good weed, white wine I come alive in the night time Okay, away we go Only thing we have on is the radio Let it play
alive he woulda made her thats right n-gga Mona Lisa can?t fade her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she?s quite nice but why all the pretty icons always all white back
club owner here, Rose, Remy bottle please got a car load of bravado and nobody on than me I plan on being great, I go in, I don't play tell your friend
ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with
it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
't play I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay I rock a million with the jewels on the paw 'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big
Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit what I'm rasppin' about But I can't write polite my anger just jumps