Tekst:
Last Avenue I Ll Tell You What She S Not

prose. It?s such a shame when you each look my way. And I can?t get myself to explain why every time that I try to describe to you what I am, Because

, is that money or tissue? Feelin' on the bulge, thinkin' it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should move on She says she's pure from legs

, I'll be on that mob shit You another hopper under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon with on tactic I'll snatch your head like one Saddam's men Mathafucka, I'll handle you

They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany You know she drive me crazy she's

say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany You know she drive me crazy she's

the bulge, thinkin it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should move on She says she's pure from legs to her thighs And we should talk over

booty I got freaks and I wax those booties Voice Talking: Yeah, but you...you know...you know what I'm sayin. What kind of popsicle you like? Girl: What

the bulge, thinkin it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should move on She says she's pure from legs to her thighs And we should talk over

what's up And kissed her on the lip as I was grippin her butt So how you're doin? (I'm fine, I feel cool but not perfect Uhm...) What's the matter, you