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works when they're reversed, motherf***er

And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screaming "f***, s***, f
need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any
Difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand
need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Ah ah, I never saw so many people tonight 
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good 
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Ma pitié est en graine gréve comme o djihad je t'avais prev dans la tête
Ta meme pa le temp de chahed chika r chika o-h 2 f dans la plac g des part
Ma pitié est en graine gréve comme o djihad je t'avais prev dans la tête
Ta meme pa le temp de chahed chika r chika o-h 2 f dans la plac g des part
who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
oh 
 
B.C.C., M.F.C., Triple are 
Fab 5 all that shit bwoy 
Horseman, boss men, word is bond 
Drag you off men 
We ain't bullshittin', huh 
My
need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it

Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
low
Don't let crack niggas sell us out
Let's close the house down

[ Ex-Girlfriend ]
If you want to know just how I'm feelin
I don't want to see
Oh shit, is it my go?
I'll just let everyone spit when I lie low
Then strike when the time feels right
Self instructed, fuck your advice
I don't
pretty low
But them niggas ishomos like the maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of chico debarge
Thugged out's 1st lady
lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope