that needs to constantly be filled with love I know the feeling of being all alone So let's drink to the fact that we're not I know the feeling of being
That needs to constantly be filled with love I know the feeling of being all alone So let's drink to fact that we're not I know the feeling of being
Traduction: Classic Crime. Je connais le sentiment.
s all with me Let the vibe kiss me Affiliation is my job Forever I'm a paid man. A brave man. I sip the Henny down to nothin' What you know about the
know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man (Somebody tell me what do I do...)
year! Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em I know you hopin I would fall to
face its a dirty loss for a dirty game so motha fucka its a dirty shame i saw a gangsta cry.....i saw a gangsta cry.. i saw a gangsta cryyy i saw
) (Usher Usher) but to feel me but to feel me (Usher Usher) but to feel me (Usher Usher) Verse 1: The temp goes up when she walks by No I ain't no smoker
I opened it and read it, it said they was suin' Said I couldn't move the way that I was movin' And I couldn't do the things that I was doin' Causin' mass
time to murder the game 'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu What am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I do What am I supposed
year Let the alcohol you sippin' saturate in yo' system I be swimmin' through these women, man, *** 'em and flip 'em I know you hopin' I would fall
a blunt You know I stay on the grind, you know I bust with that knife You know I stay with the weed, you know I got what you need You know I stay on
fucker its a dirty shame i saw a gangsta cry i saw a gangsta cry i saw a gangsta cry i saw a gangsta cry it was a trip when i first saw a gangsta
note If rain I got coats so I can't get soaked Make a nigga know I take's that dough Get high like supa fly, I'm the best That's the shit, now I don
Gettin' cash, gettin' signed Gettin' the fuck out the ghetto, 'cause I'm tired of crime But it's a crime that I feel this fuckin' waste of time But sometimes I feel
my favorite soul, i give it up i give it up i give it up i give it up to you i give it up i give it up i give it up i give it up to you and i breathe
crimes she devises in his house Where is God? Ia??ve been taught That Hea??s close to the broken, it's true I have spoken with Him some When I look in
