Tommy mottola
Lives on the road
He lost his lady
Two months ago
Maybe he'll find her
Maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
Brothers try to pass me
But none could match me
No girl can freak me
I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors
I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door
Guess who they saw
Goldie and ghost
Black african rose
Star studded low lenses
Plus the mural was d**e
Airbrush w b's
Stop
Shake your body
Body
And cop a couple of these
She's a hottie
Hottie
Scottfree and chauncey
Very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over
One in the head
I'm fed
This is how we doin
Put a ruff rider on my d**k
Bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt
Insert the party rhyme
Fine dr
Buzzard
Bacardi lime
We passin it
Takes the shake your calvin klein
Before the floor gets moist
Taste and follow mine
Swallow nine
Model dimes from bahamas
Slim doo doo makers stuffed inside pajamas