checking in If it's really over let it just be over No, we won't be sharing coffee or having lunch from time to time I won't ask about your family please
it's every other thing I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing Cash is the right now, women are post game MoneyOverBitches dot com check
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold, cold heart Or there's a chill 'cause it's showing through your clothing And as far as I can tell there's nothing
this is Joliet Correctional Facility you have a collect call from inmate yeah this is Tucker to accept this call please press 3 now thank you hello [
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi
so I stay cautious regardless like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin (niggaz aint ready to die) Cause please, that be me
made the news/now he famous got a lil rep/ Done left his lady and his baby/ all by they self/ Jumped on a plea/5 for 3/ Now its cold comin from his dog
Lemme tell y'all a 'lil story about myself This right here is a true story, check it out though Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl And she awfully thick,
' head off, who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy Come challenge me please
the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed
get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44 Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco No sense in coppin' pleas
Geah Hey (c'mon) To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out) (check it out) We 'bout it Gettin' that paper We 'bout it Check it out Federalies gaffling
ass For like a fuckin' hour, I don't know what's goin' on Muthafuckas tryina raw me you be dissapearin' and shit I'm waitin' in the cold, what the fuck
Versace It ain't hard to see I got my own money, don't fuck with me Can't touch me, check my steeze Swap meet bitches, please, for real 1 - [Keith] (Strings) Cold
my door I'll take my pick Even your chick I even heard your momma wanted some of this So if you think That you're the shit You better check cuz I was
be fine You should make it a mission To go back and check from time to time.... You're growing up You're getting old Don't wanna be left In the cold
Come on baby Crash on my couch You've got that Hollywood nosebleed You've got the pedigree But when the seasons change That's when I'll check that
