yeah,usher baby,you cant really * with me. this club is crowded we should go telly got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more drink an
Mirror, tell me I'm the realest. Since all these other niggas got gimmicks in their lyrics. It's all gun bustin', it's such a lack of the subject. Could I be that nigga rejuvinatin' lovers? Did I s
Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk. Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk. Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk. Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk BunB. It's that underground. King, I'm keepin