I'm in love with a southern girl Hides her accent really well And has wanderlust like country vines And leaves teethmarks like a fistfight This love
hustlin' I've been corporatin' to this music over these years Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue to rise Open your eyes
been warned I'm a bullet and I'm headed straight for your heart, yeah Be careful what you start I'm a bullet and I'm headed straight for your heart,
wall general, Young Cash Money [Brisco] Before I leave home, I kiss my babies hope I return safetly, knowin the odds against me These devils, they tryin to break
to bang your spine (Just) )))))))))))))Bob your head, like Epilepsy (((((((((((((((((((((( Up inside your club or in your Bentley Get messy Loud and sick Your
let the rhythm effect To lose this inhibition Follow your intuition Free your inner soul And break away from tradition 'Cause when we be out Girl it
Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello WHEN YOU HEAR THE... [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl
me with you But I ain't tryna hear it though Not tryna hear it though But I know that if he knew you He would understand ya Know that your my man and
's 20 karats after nine Are you dehydrated? Well let me quench your thirst First thing first, let's do what we rehearsed Don't get nervous now, it should be break, break
girl can do Your World I wanna rock, wanna love you til' I drop I'm a thug like Pac, when you touch my soft spot Straight from the heart, no one break
your friends rolled up Flirting with your nigga behind your back They called you on the phone and told you where I was at Your girlfriend's trying to run your
his glib Well, ya must be in tune to hear what we hear Just like ya ought to do but inside of you If not, we didn't come through Knowin' the South is
minds like little girls I twirled my fingers in the air rubbed my fingers thru my hair Red bones to black bones dark bows to red bows Skinny girls come
your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why
!) [Chorus] [Verse - Bun B] If your gangsta, show your trill If your pimping, show your ring If you balling, show your paper If you shining, show your
got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average girl Curls in my head,
heat on em', we got to be kind to the growing mind So if your heart is real You will hear Big Will and Ms. Lauryn Hill If your love is true, you will hear
