pshh. I love you I hate you I hate you I love you Whatever it is, do it on the strength of your kids When I was fucked up in the game, you held me down
Prevod: Sean Price. I Love You Bitch.
. I love you I hate you I hate you I love you Whatever it is, do it on the strength of your kids When I was fucked up in the game, you held me down I'
me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You
, B.I. whaaat, but I'm never dividing the bread, Bitch I bet I'll go to debit if I don't get the cred.... that I deserve, Yo I say, I'm throwing west
like I'm sick or sum There's some things, I don't like, I love them Nikes But not the white on whites, forget the price tags 'Cause I get what I like, &
dividing the legs B-I (Been this way before) (Dream of finding so much more) But I'm never dividing the bread Bitch I bet I get the debit if I don'
lead For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees For the Band I-T, I'll close range
you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? I
friend now I hurt you par Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all The fuck out you wanna wet duke squirt your four Since birth I been raw
attention As I come through, for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean
that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican But it's
thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like Sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm Jamaican But it's thirst
who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking] You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns
money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier {Diddy} Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You
best friend now I hurt you par Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all The fuck out you wanna wet duke squirt your four Since birth I been
go get your biscuit, bitches If you don't like it or love it, ain't gotta like it, I love it We can fight, I like punching you niggas' lights out in public
folks, I know nothin Y'all motherfuckers think y'all nice Do you hear me now you gon' think twice, GOD DAMN~! That nigga Sean Price fire Meanwhile I'm
