bitches I-I don't care, I, so what? These bitches And I put Young Mula baby way above these bitches Ha, if it ain't broke, don't break it A-and if he
first time since you broke this heart of mine I find myself believin' It's really going to be alright Now you're asking me to let you walk back into
a lil' night cap But then the slap, ghetto clown Tap, tap, tap to the pretty little gal Pump and burn to Knicca Pump and burn to Knicca Take a little break to hit me, hit me back
Gimme your love - gimme your love in the morning Gimme your love - just gimme a piece of your heart When you're away from me I'm yearning For more than
I'm at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies, boy, your buzz just
things right But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life "Who does he think he is?" If that's the worst you've got better put your fingers back
it off Let me show you what you'll be missing We break up, you break down Gonna drag you through this kicking and screaming Don't keep me guessing, I'm your
that sound Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands
so now i'm callin all of my friends and this is where the fun begins what would it to take to afford a little break from the boredome little ha ha ha ha holler back
left behind, wanna a break down A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door
tonight Is who's gonna run this town tonight We gonna run this town We are, ya I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your
to break it down Yeah, one time like this Now would you clap your hands, your hands, you clap If your girl's outta place then your girl get tapped Niggas
I fit you in my schedule get down get low get sexual cause we'll head back to Mexico to Acapulco yea you know Fergie: yea we'll head back to Mexico and we'll come back
I met you Pistol packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to trap me Bad rap Wiretap me Back-stab me Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close your
you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the
, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK
? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit,