Lyrics:
and white girls, no cookies and creme
Damn I got too many passenger queens
There is no chick that is out of my league
Step in the club, I don't need I.D.
No
vilain)
Focus dans nos trucs on est prêt c'est la champions league
(Le monde est vilain)
Ma petite veut qu'on aille se reposer au Brésil
(Le monde est
me
Cause I'm in a league of my own
And I know that I'm fly and I know that im on
So, if you really wanna come try with me
You gotta' make sure that
When i go major league, when i can make it rain
When i go find my place, when i go hit the stage
When i go major leauge x4
So what you doing, I
Four leagues and ten and we hit storms again
We just can't get away from the eye of the storm
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But we cannot escape
a masterpiece)
God made a masterpiece (God made a masterpiece)
You're in a league all by yourself
And I got a fantasy (I got a fantasy)
Get into bed with me
to the league (yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby I swear that, that nigga gone bleed
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me (yeah)
Stay on my
Four leagues and ten and we hit storms again
We just can't get away from the eye of the storm
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But we cannot escape
the top, play hide and seek (yeah)
Jump inside, jump straight to the league (league)
Take a sip, feel just how I be (it's lit)
On freeway, but no, ain't
league, old school chic
Like a movie star from a silver screen
You're one of a kind
Living in a world gone plastic
Baby, you're so classic
Baby, you're so
wanna let it go, no
The work was low the numbers was right
Used to play the summer league a couple youngins was nice
They ain't make it to the league
league, Super Bowl champs, big rings
Big bling, Lombardi trophy, yeah, Vince team
Shinin' like Bart Starr, number fifteen
In green, boy, I'm fresher than
tryna keep up
Just don't look for me, end of story
It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping
Hit it out the park
With
wanna let it go, no
The work was low the numbers was right
Used to play the summer league a couple youngins was nice
They ain't make it to the league
a nigga guilty still say ain't do shit
Major league minor league was independent
I moved on shawty gucci handled his business
And I ain't goin back
still say ain't do shit
Major league minor league was independent
I moved on shawty gucci handled his business
And I ain't goin back to jail god is my
heart
But she doesn't know what she's done
Feel her breath in my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just
(Cody)
Woah
(The Drvmlord)
Mm, woah
Woah
We got what you want, yeah, we got what you need
I like fuckin' on bitches that's not in my league
heart
But she doesn't know what she's done
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just
sacrilegious ass
Ain't nothing down there that scares me
Oh yeah!
And you know!
I'm in league with Satan
And you know
There can't be no debatin'
My
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
Genocide - physicians in league with death
Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - hollow eyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut
to the Motor-League with me before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public who live vicariously through tortured-artist college-rock
of my league.
And then sometimes I think I can dream.
Sometimes I wish I could be the one fish,
That you choose out of all in the sea.
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