She'd sell her little pumpkin just to raise Her sweet daddy's bail You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's little
: Shooting up junk in the bathroom Makin it with punks on the floor Livin the scene of her limmisine Little Miss S. in a mini dress Living it up to die
too Oh little miss sorrow Oh child of tomorrow Won't you follow me Oh little miss sorrow Oh child of tomorrow Won't you follow me Oh little miss sorrow
Miss America) (Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America) Little girl just in your teens (you're my Miss America) Little girl you're in my dreams (you're my Miss
hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too
would you take? Waiting's got me here in the first place Another second, i've been second maybe third in the worst case Now it's displayed in my wordplays Moving weight, it's
Die by the gun and let authorities cuff us Everyday is like Glory to us, bruh So keep it cool shawty, let's see the tool shawty Say they gangsta's but
Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10
it down Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it And do it and do it, let's live it up And
it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss I know you're out there somewhere so just remember this If it's the fighting you remember or the little
Habibi I miss the cuddlin? Miss the kissin? And miss the way you touch me Why don?t we enjoy the beauty of life? Yalla Baby [Rime] Baby it?s funny how
, Akon, Miss Fatty's are burning on the dancefloor Red one, It's nice to be nice, Mohombi It's even nicer to be nicer, Mohombi Big time, Red one, S Joe
's crazy She's my latin girl Oh she tries to fight but she knows she likes it She's my latin girl Someone sees and she's looking at me She's my latin
picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
Little Miss Everything, she gotta have everything Oh, there she go right there, oh, there she go right there I'm gonna give you everything, I love you, Miss
wrote, all she wrote I said it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's
) There's gotta be a little rain sometimes I beg your pardon, I didn't promise you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's gotta be a little rain
Little girl's got a hold on me Like glue Baby, I'm howlin' for you Yeah Throw the ball to the stick Swing and miss and a catcher's mitt Strike two Baby