way back Your old man ain't hitting it right That bitch needs some young pipe And I'm the motherfucking plumber I wanna fuck your mama [Verse 3:] I wanna fuck your mama
Prevod: Willie D. I Wanna Fuck Your Mama.
I'm in Murcielaga The same lime green as the Air Max Joggers, But if it wasn't here will she wanna go? You don't wanna ask, But you wanna know, will my
should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy Wish and flesh? I'm so full anguish, gotta style so cold Everybody and their mama wanna
the first to get up and get down. Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside me, and then when I finally snap, nigga, I'm a fuck up your sister, your daddy, your mama, your
nigga, and I know your mama miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him much
manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we
speak to my friends I kinda took that shit to heart So don't fuck up your life, 'fore it starts Some niggas wanna be like Mike I'd rather be like Christ
Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something I took the time out to save a little bread Now my eyes, got water in 'em Why the fuck am I still
(Wale) Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm
now? See how I proceed with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna
benny whipper What else nigga? A weed head slash henny sipper no I'm not ballin' I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit I
stop stop, I wanna stick it,wanna kiss it if I could I'd put my whole damn head in it,i'm in love with a stripper [MJG] I'm in love with a stripper,
Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I could go? Oh, fuck y'all, aye, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' District Attorney, the prosecutor
handle Cunningham I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef, I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up (?) rough piece
titty fuckin' Bette Midler Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna
a fuck Your mouth I don't need your legs you can keep Just tryin' to get up in your jeans re-sew your seams And your pussy was the cameo but stole the
