I advise you to think You won't find what you can't Revive what you taint Survive what you paint Supersize what you shake The fries and a drink Admired as a saint
not Oh yeah they phony im not I east side walk it out I bring New Orleans out I am a saints fan Oh yea we marchin now Like were a saints band I play
[Intro-Lil' Wayne] i wear a mean dark pair a shades(badaaaat!)and ya can't see my eyes(Young Money) unless my head is ben you dig? [chorus-Lil' Wayne
[Lil Wayne] Pardon my gang affil, But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita You kill me it really don't matter to lil' B.
are You's a motherfucking nigga for life [Goldie Loc] It's all sowed up, in the LBC Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee I keeps my finga
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up Man I'm a No Limit Soldier, I had to get up My boy Boz had a lil' change, I had a lil' change Fuck
by: Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, & Cary Gilbert SILLY LOVE SONGS Written by: Paul McCartney UP WHERE WE BELONG Written by: Jack Nitzsche, Buffy Sainte
Lunatics, I'm Lil' T rollin' ninety miles per hour You ain't know me but now you do Represent the, C I T Y of Saint Lue, M-I zzou You think you right
remind youll how the game go im the youngest with a clothing line first wit a tv show i aint in the pros and i got three black cars call da saints over
birth Bless my posse with a shirt Shit it'll make a turn for the worst. And got them niggas on gt that would die for me And some niggas in the saint t
(featuring Blaze, Big Stank & Lil Poot) Alright, so let me get this right, you say it's a motherfucker who come to your house... To your muthafucking
These lil', lil' fuckin' Martians You gotta love em' though Mars attacks wit' electric gats Not for sapien abduction (what's up then?!) Billy took a
came to summer sundresses, she had ass like no other The steak was always smothered, she was a freak under the covers You should have seen my expression, lil
not, oh yeah they phone it im not. i walk it out, i bring new orleans out i am a sing span oh yeah we marchin out, like were a saints band, i play the
't got manners Too much booty for one man to handle When all I need is a one night scandal And I?ma get buck in here! Damn lil' momma you know you fit
, that's what I floss wit My bitch don't window shop, she go in and shop for raw shit I told Asilum fuck this, let's 'em wit a double dist Me and Lil
'n fuck de lil' crab-gr Aby wit de enormous white pompadour! go on deah. git down wit yo' nasty lil' ol' degenerate seff! Thing-fish puts the crab-grass