All the girls I've known are crying All the clouds have silver linings Though the days are counting backwards I know that you have the right words Me
all the girls of note are crying all the clouds have silver linings i know the days are counting backwards i know that you have the right words ring
: all the girls of note are crying all the clouds have silver linings i know the days are counting backwards i know that you have the right words ring
we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your
it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa Much love
and cut my water winnnnggggs I'm still myself, suicide bars I kill myself Charge it to the game, I'll bill myself and I don't feel ya'll but I feel myselllf
ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill
guy with the story They don?t really know, It?s so air frickin women How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
cup I never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home I look past that, the fact she's fucking guys that I hate But... (This girl) Things are looking great, cut copy
story They don't really know what's in my air fucking with me How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
we running for yah jewels Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah Cut your
blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings
we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut
loving memory wherever you at, hope you feelin' me I played the hand that was dealt to me Nigga, shell out the heat so I'ma cut up the flames Put it on
do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel