month she was my world, and I held her hand, and swore we'd never part. I moved on, she stayed behind, I said I'd call, she said she'd write, we lost
the same Remember when I walked away and you were still in the game? (uh ha) That shit was hot I'm still feeling the flame Plus you never forgot every other
come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy) I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches I'm gettin' writer's
square and slips it in his sock. He puts it in his sock." It fits into his sock? "Oh yeah." He then walks away With one foot Tapping the pavement And the other
She's got a car crash for a soul through restriction and repetition I'm growing old And it doesn't feel like this Everyone doesn't know what they really
Bucket Fuck It Im Beyond Ur Emo Thats How I Ran Up In The Office No Songs Or Demo Hello Like 2 Freestyle So Much I Spit A Thosand Every Other Line Had
Ron, Lil Wayne) [Cam'ron: Spoken] Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [CHORUS: JR Writer
Mr. Rooga Rooga, Imma Shoota Shoota U Hung Wit Da Girls U Double Dutch A Hoola Hoopa, Hop Skip Ina Jumpin Lock Clickin And Chumpin, Glock Clickin And Dumpin Itz Da Mike. [Jr Writer
missing! I'm in ya spouse kitchen, making other figures With dick in her mouth like Killa, "I'm getting money niggaaaaa!" [HOOK x2] [J.R. Writer:] Ya
[Hook: x2] Nigga stand up (what) put ya hands up (what) Keep the tan on the land and your cam tucked (what) It's a damn must For me to separate the
[Verse 1:] Uh, jea, uh, jea, uh, jea, yo, You know I'm smooth to my feet, When I move and I creep, I need a rider chick that's in tuned with streets,
turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got that hunger that you had when you first started, hood to the burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer
Listen Im The Rocky Of Rockies Who Could Stop Me Im Cocky Ya Flow Sloppy Ima Mix Up Some Pock And Kadokphy Copy A Notsy Ocky A Ocky Pop Me A Shotty
(feat. Cam'ron) [Jr Writer:] Writaaa! Let's have a pep talk, never my check short I hop in da lex sport and pop up on west port Know my next tought?
Uh, OK, DipSet, I'm back Lets get back to it Hell Rell, History In The Making in stores (blah, blah, blah) Yo Its JR But for now ya'll can call me
lighters We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers [Juice] Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
t write it, I just, (I won't write it, I won't write it) I won't write a note. I won't write it, I just, I won't write it. Until my heart unlocks, I'll
to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy) I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches I'm gettin' writer
