Giorni e mesi corrono veloci la strada e oscura e incerta e temo di offuscarmi non prestare orecchio alle menzogne non farti soffocare dai maligni non
Giorni e mesi corrono veloci la strada e oscura e incerta e temo di offuscarmi non prestare orecchio alle menzogne non farti soffocare dai maligni
want you to know she got Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies
Raven hair and ruby lips sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy woman
through and take the corner back And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack Girls still think I'm fly Blow
maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The wings on the chain, make a n**** fly like the wings on a
wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks
s them VV's, cuz' they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane When
(ur hips) its how you (run around?) to lick them lips and when i do, shawty you don't even trip and keep it rumble band for my (crib?) keep it fly
Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days signed with that x band Me in the [? ] and that
Z-Ro let me Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on [Z-Ro] Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head I get fly
Hood [Rap: JD] (yeah yeah yeah yeah) call it what u like sometimes I like to fight get fly , get high party all night keep about 5 grand in my pocket and a rubber band
a reason Take them all and stack them up Not in my collection Hit them all and watch them fly fuck them all and watch them drown What is with these bands
sit and putter, Life's candy and the sun's A ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud To rain on my parade. Don't tell me not to fly-- I've simply got
was the tag, the duffel bag and the jean Bald eagle shit fly born rich filthy with the grind, come from flippin' bricks customize shit, foreign fly red
ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right money right young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks