means the world to me. It gets so hard for me to express the things I need to say and tell the things that mean the most to me, but I'll start with
on Hanging out with a girl she hot like a model She only like me with a bottle Shes always gotta tie one on For me to get her in my zone Plays like a
radio! Chorus (Miley Cyrus) So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song The butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like "Yeah!" Movin' my hips like
it can be kinda fun It's really you but no one ever discovers In some ways you're just like all your friends But on stage you're a star You get the
the tables to my own song getting buzzed And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio
Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You
but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the
is thick, my hips is curvy My body sick, I like it dirty Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I got you moaning like a porn star
isni??t one, Girls are like buses every 15 mins they run, Now there like potato chips I just can not have one, And I might like you for a minute, But I don't like
hottest i put her on my twitter now she is the trending topic she looks like a model everytime she start marching and everytime i see her the first thing i say i be like
hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs, no stars,
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
is full of music, dreams and lovers There ain't nothin' like the summer There ain't nothin' like the summer The sun goes down and the barbecue's lit The radio
Come on, come on, The stars are where you belong, Come on, follow, Your heart is gunna take you home, Come on, come on, The stars are where you belong
You know I like my chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the
big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit Keep on bloggin' 'Til the power goes out Your battery's dead Twist and shout On the radio
his own face help his case hell pretend hell even call you a friend like he couldn?t care less like a confectionite skin but the feelin is strong like
Lord I am driving along in my automobile It's a brand new pre-owned '96 Ford Check out the radio, pop music station That don't sound like my music to
