Lyrics:
Slimed out so i gotta keep my gun by me niggas slimed out so I gotta keep my gun
Slimed out so i gotta keep my gun by me niggas slimed T N T shit we
na minha
A pensar em fun a pensar na mentira
Eu fico na minha e tu ficas na tua
Cada um no seu lado a ver a lua
Agora na vida
redor
Com eles,sempre fui um vencedor.
(Birds chirping by)
Me tornei algo maior
(Childhood memories do go by)
Seja como for, com aqueles que
baby, i don't understand
that our relation is not good for me
if by chance we meet
I'll ask why you did this
o meu telefone nem espera sua ligação
Thought I had my mojo working
That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's free
Oh, that's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G
Yes,
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
higher than what you've experienced.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
as estrelas só vão nos enxergar
o tempo tá curto eu não posso esperar
I want there
want you by my side
Mais um dia passa e eu só penso em ti baby
sozinho no
bad for my health
Ummm Umm Umm Um
Say you love me I can't tell
Just let me be by my self
Yeah Aye Aye Aye
I'm hungry gotta eat yea you know I want it
I
murder
And uh, passing it along to the detectives
So anyway, um, strange, oh shit
In a quarter of a mile, please keep to the left
and follow Route 440
right
I'm a Champion
Brick by brick, never stick by stick
We gone build it so strong
Baby grit by grit
You thought I wouldn't make it
It was inch by inch
Zeiten herbei
And often long for times gone by
Wir laufen zum Friedhof Woche um Woche, Monat für Monat
We rush to the graveyard week by
Get jammed by the police im not saying no names
Me don't speak no English shots at you lames
Never tuck in my tail swear ill never tell
I done bodied
um dann darin Depressionen zu haben
Bentley Cabrio, um meine Tränen zu trocknen mit dem Fahrtwind
Überteuren Fusel, das' 'ne Sache, die noch Spaß
Ooh-um i get it darling you are getting cold
You had it steady it was on the road
You're ridin' so dirty, dirty and fast but
You're goin' three sixty
right now on a 100racks
I came by way of South Cack
So tell da DJ gon run it back
I feel like um up next I feel I got now
I feel like I run the town I
He's not gonna wait 'til tomorrow 'cause by tomorrow
Bedford's gone off
Yeah
So, just give somebody-
Do you have a different kind, do you have
Mais Feliz
(Lyrics by Cazuza)
O nosso amor não vai parar de rolar
De fugir e seguir como um rio
Como uma pedra que divide o rio
Me diga coisas
ride, what that D.P.G like??
We ride by and the....
Girls all pause
[Nate Dogg]
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um
turista
Já não tô na lista
Então eu falto mais um dia
Nunca fui na missa, na igreja sou turista
Já não tô na lista
Então que falta faz um dia?
Então que
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
Hoo, Lord, you say you don't want no talk
'Play it one time'
You'll come by my house
With a great long lie
You can say-a, 'Hello, friends
I'm
(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair
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