yeah! T'as vu? My nig j'ai pas assez de son dans le casque la, essai d'augmenter un peu s'il te plait Non encore un peu plus s'il te plait, yeah! faudrait
so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze) In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze (yo
BLOWWWW BLOOOWWWW [B.o.B - Rap Verse] Just while then Shades on my face Eyes on my kicks Lights on my face Speakers gon' blow Speakers got bass Bottles
You said you?d call And I beg you to do so Maybe you don?t wanna grow To find all the things That makes grown up cry You surely wanna stay too high
So high [x8] I'm so high So high [x7] If refer really makes you happy Nigga Blaze it Hell yeah Hell yeah [x2] Straight smokin, tokin Rollin blunts And
'm what Cain was to Abel Mister catch me if you can Chorus: I'm going out in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm going out in a blaze
You are sent to take Every time I fall Every piece of me You are my faith You are my faith Every sign you've made To tell me who I am Sometimes you'
Let's blaze! We just go into town and we've been driving all night. We've been gone for far too long now it's time for getting right. So you know where
Ha-ha-ha-ha.... Dance... Back door, cracked we don't need a key We did it for free No b after sleaze Drink that cooly follow my lead Now you're one of
Dance Back door, cracked we don?t need a key We did it for free No b after sleaze Drink that cooly follow my lead Now you?re one of us You?re coming with
[Verse] I wake up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feels so good to be bad Not
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Brizilian candy, from Miami massouse,
Winde wehn, Schiffe gehn Weit in fremde Land Und des Matrosen allerliebster Schatz Bleibt weinend stehn am Strand Wein doch nicht, lieb? Gesicht Wisch
blazing, I'm blazing, feels like I'm blazing [Bridge:] It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin
(feat. Dre) [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo
Intro: Ever blazin', ever blazin' girl... Blazin up the place, blazin up the flame Ever blazin', ever blazin' girl... Yo... Chorus: As the world turns
fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze) In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze (yo,
if this was a game i already know that i would come out winner and im not braggin imma be in her, but this bitch really think that im 'bout to buy her
