I don't wanna love you, And I don't wanna miss you more and more and more. And I don't wanna love you, And dream about you and lost my mind over you
I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don't need love lookin' like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds I don't need you or
I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't true As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you I'm a hair away
You know pain is pleasure, can you make me shed a tear? Smack my ass, grab my neck, got 'em cummin' everywhere I'ma freak, so I don't care, just don't
us two, hey I just want to melt with you Baby, can I melt with you From the moment that I saw you Right then I knew That I had a crush on you Can't
violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.U.G.'s, Bitch you freeze, you under arrest, and you got
Hennessey Man, them niggas can't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout
-tat-tat-tat My bullets sing like they registered at ASCAP Need I say more (?) Everything i do exotic (?) Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards If you want
, I think you want me to spank you Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle And if you niggaz don't like what I say I'm in Newark on
I put ya body in a cast, keep my Shotty on blast Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash You ain't ballin', you pump fakin' till you
My baby don't rock like that We don't want nobody else sharing our secrets My baby don't rock like that She don't want nobody else seein' her tat My
she taking the clothes off look at that, I tought I taw a putty tat I did I did I did taw a putty tat [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the
talk that talk I'm yo Gotti, I just wanna break that off Yeah, I got a hood bitch fetish I don't want her number unless she hood bitch ready Gettin'
See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it What you think the metal for? I hope you pussy niggas get the point I don't care who point
donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently take a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil
get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little
who you think you kidding who? i will just get rid of you leave you in that critical it's joey crack the don You don't even know me got hundred homies
t matter to me if you got your quette 'cause you won't know where the fuck to shoot back All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat And if you roll through
