resolution Never sing another love song Never sing another love song Never sing another love song Never sing another love song Never sing another love song
outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
all of that? Tell the sheriff if he can get these fuckin' charges back Eleven months, still gotta thank God for that Regardless, Big Bang can't fold it up Ain't another
a lotta But don't get too hot I gotta do my own damn thang just say Ayo, ladi dadi, we up in the party Push up if you wanna, fa sho if you got a lotta
love me back, money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat, ,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks,(i gatta whole lotta this whole lotta
on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on rra) That boy that love to rock Man, I hold more songs then a goddamn jukebox That nigga like 2 Pac, 130 songs
Jumped in my ride, headed for the set You know the 'ave, where all the girls sweat Hit the switch, turn my CD on Toni Braxton; another sad love song
have any regrets? If I never recorded another song If I was wrong and nothin' I spitted was ever strong If I never perform at another venue If this genuine love
Every grain in me Fans if not for you There be no pe From the nashville skyline Girls in south country In this world gone wrong So heres another love song
punani da da da da da da i got a rep as a rida imma rida gotta lotta vodka, gotta x gotta tech on the side, you aint fat girl i love me a wide shit
business We gotta understand that the young niggas, is runnin' big business This is how we gon do it, check it out Before I sing another song, ha Nigga
Brother from another, even though my momma loved you like her own Let's do this rap shit and just move on I just thought I was passin' a baton, lettin' you kill them songs
I got another trick up my sleeve I'm killin' 'em softly everytime I get 'em down on they knees I know you want these N U T's 'Cause I do a lotta shows
's Made a lotta dough, and I'm itchin' for mo' So, too many niggas be envious Wanna hate on the nigga with the benjamins Tryin' to plot on another
talent that we hold But we forget and go sick outta control A lotta homies to die, they left a true lesson Or fill your soul that I love, this another
welcome, c'mon Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta nothing
in my rearview where the haters play I don't care what they say, I'mma be me Unforgivable in this muthafucka, love me, love me [Hook: Marka] I think these haters love
, they got a bus but you can bet they'd walk Just to hear another crowd cheer It was a song and a prayer and a lotta luck and you That got us from there
