as you used to be used to be even if i tried so hard would we still be coming to an end even if we spoke the same words would we still be turned as
Traduction: Beach House. Used To Be.
me in person I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin
end all your woes You'll be my bitch, not a dirty hoe Together as one we will be I'll be fucking you and you'll be sucking me Then lick my ass up and
a part of my life since I was chupando tete I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts to fucking dope hoes and houses with beach
the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run... Dr. Dre I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and
up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna
was fresh to some conceited to degree Steppin' out the house tryna figure out where cameras from Cheaters would be But now I need a culprit I am talkin Long Sands Beach
wit Peter Pan Fuck pulling the nine out I'm a pull a Amy Winehouse sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house?(My House) Isaiah I'm a see ya
a cheater What up the cost of living I feel like a trillion bucks Got beef with a million fuck niggas I don't give a fuck ? on south beach where my house
done hit the tool Gucci mane frank nitty got it like That never seen a chick wit a body like that shawty actin feisty too damn sheisty Get wit Gucci mane baby u be
takin' out the trash feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what) tryin' be
vie Now what have we a cat in a Bentley waggy That keep cats saggy, roll with P-Daddy Some be wanna bag me, girls be one to stab me I be more than gladly
she know she getting sliced Spending nights in Milan (yeah) We still blow weed together, Cheated on her but we still gone be together With the house on the water hit the beach
. I could sit on any step. and all angry clouds were made by me. i had been kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th
, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard" Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used
the G Child Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house baby You're not chillin in the house Ya know why
