my pen, in my hand, one of my trusted friend, friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain't marchin
tell she comprehend 'cause she keyin' on my Benz While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me sneakin' in my pockets Lookin' for numbers in my phone and condoms in my
, he gonna probably beat the case Still I get down on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise Get up and get my workers out, supply 'em with the goods
my Cum and drank my piss I stuck my fist up in her cock, she didn't budge or move it Sucking and fucking, man she loved to do it I bust 4, 5, 6 nuts
That your not and that's not good my friend On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust
to fuckin' clap somethin' I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin' So love you Dany more than livin' itself Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my
Aye can I please talk to my Bust it babies real quick homie Let me bring you in my world And let you know what I call lil' bust it baby I was speedin
't y'all take off y'all jackets What's your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Hah, I know
up on the in and the outside We got in trouble with the police man We got busted getting high in the back of my friend's van I remember 1977, I started
and bust it open like you 'posed to Girl I got that dope dick Now come here let me dope you You gon' be a dope fiend Your friends should call you dopey Tell 'em keep my
'm scrollin' down my call log And I'ma call all y'all My butter pecan Puerto Rican She screamin' out "papi" every time a nigga deep in And I'm about to get my
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get my
bust her out I know this girl named keisha, she's no groupi But far from a star, 22's made her choose me Like oowe, tellin' all her friends in the benz
Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy (Whachu doin'?) Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
m laced with game You get a signed autograph with a face to blame Tear it up later when you hate my guts Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts You
Touch it right there, ooh, it feel good Touch it right there, ooh, it feel good Remember Tina? Tina, the cleaner? I had a good time last time I seen
fear in my heart, I represent it from the start Deep, my momma raised me as a g from birth Be a hustlin motherfucker 'til I sees my hearse No doubt, I bust
Dog ain't nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank