Young fella : all my ballers and ballets put ya hands in the air right now if you a diamond ballet please mama report to the dance floor young fella
Young fella : all my ballers and ballets put ya hands in the air right now if you a diamond ballet please mama report to the dance floor young fella i
We've got something in common oh Mr Carpet on the floor Oh we both get stepped on each time she walks out the door And it's true that neither one of us
fell back in love with me how could you ever let me go how could you ever ever let me go i scream your name across the bar i carry pictures of your neil young
What if i were to leave you But then, you fell back in love with me How could you ever let me go How could you ever, ever, let me, go I scream your
You already gave me the green light (Eskiboy, Roll Deep) I was lookin' for the green light Who's gonna take me home? Yeah, she might The night's so young
her off your 2 piece leave on your sandals told her Ia??m a beast she said Si she speak Spanish tan butt naked make the panty line vanish the sun fell
caught And Gerald Ford fell down a lot John F. Kennedy, he gets shot So Lyndon Johnson takes his spot Richard Nixon, he gets caught And Gerald Ford fell
one day we'd be fighting In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on the opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell
bet you could shop that (That's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (Nigga, stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young
all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own Propellers, good fellas
Chorus - Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If
sense will keep you safer than vests LA streets will make your guts leak Chorus: Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots Player no doubt Young
the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my advice Well, dear homie, dyin' ain't nothin' nice And the place I'm at is over packed With young
punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin' I'm sweatin' heavy 'cos my face is on TV Everybody in this whole world's after me Since I was young
the hood pushin' more than time clocks So I dropped a hundred in the streets I dona??t buy stocks Tell a little mothafucka get his shine pa Good fellas hood fellas
