Rasaq lyrics

Rasaq lyrics

"Mood Swing Lyrics"

Bellyup Lyrics
Love, life, should be mine to give you Love, life, should be mine to take Seal the windows turn on the gas And empty my wrists in the bath Jump to see if I can fly I'll be with you my love, I'll be with you my child I'm chokin' on my pride a belly full of suicide Life, Dea


f/ Chamillionaire



(*talking*)

Ghetto Status let's go, hey



[Chamillionaire]

If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king

So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing

Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing

My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring

That's just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up

Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker

Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler

Gun to me and my brother, m
Every Little Bit Lyrics
"It's funny how a morning turns a love to shame Disguised and disfigured, and you thought I tasted like rain There's nothing here but a shadow, nothin' here Now you know Now you know Now you know Now you know There's nothin' here but the shadow, and now you know I spit, I s
ake niggaz adjust the

Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet

You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it

You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid

Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it

Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest

Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas

Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is

Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice

And if I do let you in, you won't get no cabbage

You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress
Lonely World Lyrics
lyrics: G. Gross, C. Capek music: G. Gross, C. Capek, G. Raschke What if life was one of those things that we all dream of, That we could go where we want and we could chose whom we love, No money to worry about, 'cause every one is the same, You can't speak your mind, but then it's all just a game.<
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And after that Ms., disappear

There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear

Pick the closest one near, yeah



[Rasaq]

Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond

You little peons, don't make me yawn

Don't get peed on, or get my N-U-T on

The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon

You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons

In the trunk, I'm prime-time like Deon

Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz cling on

My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong

No Reason Lyrics
Got to get my head together Throw my clothes in a bag Cause I cant go on forever My conversation is a drag Aint got no reason to be happy Aint got no reason to be sad But I just got reason to be mad Catch a cab down to the station Jump a fast movin train For some distant desti
> I set the V on, twenty inch deon's

And them 21's, your honey come and sing along

Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes

They addicted, like white things in they nose

The God of the gutter, I found my way out

Only to get lost and tossed, back in another

Now I'm back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter

And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick

Keeps knocking me, away from that shit

Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me

They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn