the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed Hold the kilos, and watch the weeds grow And stacking c-note, on top of c-note And ooh, my mama
One, tro, three, let's go! Rit.(x4) Hip hop hip-hip hop! Quando giro in citta c'e chi mi chiede curioso "ehi Fibra come hai fatto a diventare famoso
'amour,melodie d'amour) j'aurrais pu vivre et ecrire notre histoire,sur le papier les mots sont derisoir,il me fallais pour moi toute les notes de la
Broadcasting straight from Earth It's T Milli Eh, Million You know the camp YF, Young Favorites Bitch! I fucked this white girl [x4] Who got a pink
life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please
'm the most blunted Hard to practice my preaching when I'm under the stress And I'm walking around with a 12-gauge sawed off and a suicide note up under
to say to your face you stretch the pen and cheat the sleep this sort of evening you want to say something your words cannot note: which leaves your
[Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus "I'm gonna cum!"] [Verse 1:] Let me skeet, don't hesitate It ain't good to masturbate Hoe
rien et ceci Tu tues on te note, tu tues on te bloque, Il n'existe pas de soldats en tutus et pas de MCs sans blocs note Les yeux bulricals tombent
low, just creepin Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH) [50 Cent] Might see me in the Jeep Rollin' 'round 4
da office you know dey gon flip Like anna mae hand me my rifle start da go da shit, But bill o'riely call me uh pinhead 4 sayin dat shit, Well him n oprah
[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty cars
ll blast Bust shots like a new year day blast And I ride all day like a buss pass Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave 4's where
cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow So he can get pumped on like Citgo Make his body bounce bounce like a 6 4 Tall
cendres Et en bas, c?est les jeux du cirque, Cesar Ave Parce qu?on va se faire bouffer par des fauves qu?ils ont dresses On note une severe chute
's what the heart is for Yeah breakings's what the heart is for And not a soul sleeps Another heart skips a beat It's every note that you wrote and I
Faire ma baloche a Lisboa, Lisboa, Lisboa, Lisboa Lisboa Lisbooooooa [M.C / aime si?] c'est ma copilote Le vent me chuchote des blues notes Personne
