| Lyric | Song |
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| 'But Lindsay, please come back to seeing men...' | |
| 'Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat calls, the way she climbs up and down them poles'... | |
| 'Makes no sense to play the game. There ain't no way that you'll win'... | |
| 'Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean... | |
| 'They call me a freak cuz I like to spit on these pus*ys before I eat em...' | |
| 'You think I'm backing down, you must be out of your dang skulls...' | |
| 'Bring the beat back. Bring me two extension chords...' | |
| 'Till' the day that I drop, you'll never say that I'm not killing em...' | |
| 'There's not much you can do or say to phase me...' | |
| 'The game stripped me naked. It robbed me of ever having a real relationship...' | |
| 'When I say Imma do something, I do it. I don't give a damn what you think...' | |
| 'Gaurentee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had. Cuz you ain't ever met nobody like me...' | |
| 'Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders...' | |
| 'Theres no limit on how far I would go. No boundries no lengths....' | |
| 'This sh*ts about to get heavy. I just settled on my lawsuit, fu*k you debbie!... | |
| 'Cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causing nothing but problems...' | |
| 'I just wanted to fit in every single place, every school I went...' | |
| 'We gon' fight, we gon' charge, we gon' stomp, we gon' march through the swamp...' | |
| 'Keep kickin' ass in the morning and taking names in the evening...' | |
| 'Let your body waddle, don't act like a snobby model...' | |
| 'Wake up naked at McDonalds with blood all over me...' | |
| 'Cuz I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt...' | |
| 'So when you see me on your block with two glocks screaming fu*k the world...' | |
| 'In the music the moment, you better never let it go....' | |
| 'When you lay on the table they operatin to save you...' | |
| 'Where's my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw up them hands and show some love...' | |
| 'I'm here to save you girl, come be in shady's world...' | |
| 'Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out...' | |
| 'I wrote but you still ain't callinI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom...' | |
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