I'm the sky I give you room to make you fly So why, why Don't you recognize me anymore? [Zion:] An open letter to you sister Mother, wife, and girlfriend Hope to make
Traduction: Zion I. Make U Fly.
'm the sky I give you room to make you fly So why, why Don't you recognize me anymore? [Zion:] An open letter to you sister Mother, wife, and girlfriend Hope to make
n' these models So much money like we own the lotto Pull up to a club in a white murcielago He don't make dollars, he don't make cents He don't make you
they say stop And my runway never looked so clear But the hottest bit** in heels right here No fear And while your gettin your cry on Im gettin my fly
Gan make she feel right Make she fly like a kite that reach a new height Ah we give it to de gyal dem Make dem reel up and bawl And make dem start call
tonight Give her tonight Gan make she feel right Make she fly like a kite that reach a new height Ah we give it to de gyal dem Make dem reel up
-U-G in ya life baby One in a million thats what you are to me Anda I know your friends say im rough But I still got that tender touch just to make
, what's up wit you? Oh no, not him again He be rollin' with them crazy ass mexicans Baby bash u a fool, on the kool I?m just sayin' tho U keeps it real
crazy And I'm a give u watchu want Give u watchu need That that kitty cat, kitty cat fiend And I'm a give u watchu want Give u watchu need That that kitty
T) Make Money Money, Make Money Money Money, Make Money Money, Make Money Money Money, Make Money Money, Make Money Money Money, Make Money Money, Make
U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, "That's the bad guy." So, what they make
we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous
be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy I'm the one that make it real easy For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy I ain't gon never make
spice a chicken like she a hot wing Never tell her to bounce like if she got springs Nicks talk slick on the mic to the shot spring And I holla fly like
baby u could keep a secret? haha calca..kills mania.. hey,hey (FAT JOE) Fresh off tha runway pale white nik'z, phantom top drop on that I 95 pink see
(feat. Wiz Khalifa) Ayo I'm livin the high life! Fly clothes good liquor good weed Fine hoes all the things I'm a need We make these ladies pants wet