C-Murder lyrics
C-Murder lyrics
"Nasty Chick lyrics"
Bacardi lyrics
When you walk home from the party Drunk on bacardi and listening To the voices that lie to you nightly, Make you frightened of everyone, Make you sorry for something. You go home and spend your life alone with the stereo, Watching the late show; or force yourself Ou
When you walk home from the party Drunk on bacardi and listening To the voices that lie to you nightly, Make you frightened of everyone, Make you sorry for something. You go home and spend your life alone with the stereo, Watching the late show; or force yourself Ou
(C-Murder)
Listen up motherfuckers I got a story to tell
All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherfuckers street
Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat
You might be holding a nasty ass
Chorus (2x):
Nasty bitch, gonna fuck my boy
Now how you gonna fuck my boy
That's why I don't love them hoes
You can't trust these dog ass hoes
Verse: 1
I was in love like a motherfucker with this bitch
But uhh, I wasn't doing nothing but making her rich (shit)
But damn, she used to played it so cooled
I guess she must take C
Tribute To The Past lyrics
Music: Hansen/Rubach Lyrics: Hansen He who found a way to leave to somewhere far from now Traveling in his timemachine a dream that had come true For my friend, you will see, something called reality I feel good, I'm alright, doing what I please - I travel time Far beyond th
for a fool
Music: Hansen/Rubach Lyrics: Hansen He who found a way to leave to somewhere far from now Traveling in his timemachine a dream that had come true For my friend, you will see, something called reality I feel good, I'm alright, doing what I please - I travel time Far beyond th
I swear the sex had my motherfucking mind gone
And I was tweeking like a fiend for that heroin
And when I put it in, the way that she moaned,
made me never ever wanted to leave her alone
The back rubs in the hot tubs, watching videos
It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat
Surprise, shit I hit her with a five karat
And later on we can talk about marriage (huh)
Ya name tatted on my chest, fuck them other broads
We hold hands when we walking through the shopping malls
My brother told me V charge it to the game
But uhh, listen up, cause it
Here In The Bubble lyrics
Keep my feet on the sand Gotta take the hand that guides me there As I reach, do they stare? Do they feel the same way? I wanna be here! I wanna be here, I see the face Look back and then it calls to me Wanna stay here, here Just wanna be free (Wanna
's a motherfucking shame
Keep my feet on the sand Gotta take the hand that guides me there As I reach, do they stare? Do they feel the same way? I wanna be here! I wanna be here, I see the face Look back and then it calls to me Wanna stay here, here Just wanna be free (Wanna
Chorus (2x)
Verse: 2
I used to page this girl about ten times a day
But after 9, she was hard to find
One-of-a-kind, huh, so I was blind with the problems we had
Found a number in her purse, said it was her dad
I got a phone call from my nigga Jubilee
He told me, he saw my girl in the movies
With another nigga, nut it wasn't me
I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn't be
I thought it was love, but I guess the love was gone
So then I put up the phone and then I went home
Park the car, walked in the door, wal
Antarctican Drinking Song lyrics
Yes this Arctic wasteland was once a paradise But soon we sickened of it because it was too nice Desiring more hardship, we turned the world around But now we are amongst you to tear this whole shithouse down Antarctica Antarctica We hear your call, we hear your call Antarctica Ant
ked up the stairs
Yes this Arctic wasteland was once a paradise But soon we sickened of it because it was too nice Desiring more hardship, we turned the world around But now we are amongst you to tear this whole shithouse down Antarctica Antarctica We hear your call, we hear your call Antarctica Ant
And I damn near slipped on her underwear
Opened the bedroom door, seen a ho,
with a nigga ro, bout to grab my fo-fo, hold
Damn, bitch I thought we loved each other
Nasty bitch gonna fuck my brother
Bitch, get the fuck out my house,
pick up your dirty ass draws, get that cum off your chest,
and wipe your motherfucking mouth, and get the fuck out, biatch!
Fuck you gonna fuck my motherfucking boy
Ol' cheesy ass ho
I didn't like you anyway
Biatch
I catch you in the club, I'ma sneak your ass
Fuck, nasty bitch
Chorus (2x)