Memories of you and me and If this way was meant to be I cry Memories of you and me and If this way was meant to be Then why? Then why? Isn't gone
Traduction: 3T. Memories.
m playing When you know it's the truth Nobody else can do it Quite like I do All my kisses And my loving But ain't nobody Better than us [Hook] [Chorus x2] [Verse 3
sky, I get lost in memories The time we tried to build a snowman The time we tried to count the stars It's crazy how we didn't know that, that we'd ever
with your man and me What can I do? Don't wanna lose you to the sucker Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya -- but
t been the same Feeling ain't been in music hooks ain't been the same But I'm doing what I can man and try to follow y'all memory lane man Big you
[feat. T.I. & Spodee] [Hook: T.I.] Feet don't fail me now I said feet don't fail me now I said feet don't fail me now [Chorus: T.I.] While these niggas
I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out. I'm more gangsta then u r but I ain't about to row out. My season will come it has to, honestly
4, 3, 2, 1, fun Echoes knocking on locked doors All the laughter from before I'd rather live out on the street Than in this haunted memory I've called
i forgot all my memories" i see red when i see you fan belts break at 3 am i get mad drinks get spilled at 5 past 2 i don't feel sad but then i see you
I won't say that It ain't nothing fragilite bout me Five duece hoover seats, R.I.P. (And can't no woman get no money out of me) Unless it's Grandma,
Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind Now it's 2000 and 3, and ain't a thang changed I'm still
nigga be out on the cut Don't got to hustle no more, but I just can't give it up Dropping niggas where they standing, with my man tanning You don't want
ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel
m faster Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word you get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served We out here frontin, still don't care about nothin
t never work My misery was so deep Couldn't sleep through all my pressures In my quest for cash I learned fast Using violent measures Memories of
seems niggas ain't recognize my team. Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. Chorus repeats Code 3