it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up Keep braggin
Traduction: Glisser sur. Faites glisser Shit.
Traduction: Drag-On. Faites glisser Shit.
long it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up Keep braggin
what we call cane, black rocks, all dames No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. Haa! Skinny nigga on his? shit Benz doors go up like the arms on
- capital S- capital O- Lets go Lets go Lets go [Verse: Fabolous] I got a swag like the hustlers from Harlem had I'm blowin' on a drag like Marley had
heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nigga on the track (Shit
and landed Two deep sliding my mask on, really get my blast on Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on
-Man] now come on and gurp wit' me getcha boogie on now come on and gurp wit' me little sister now now come on and gurp wit' me bring your momma too and come on
my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
{Wendy Williams} and I pray you choke on the next dick down your throat, for turnin on me [Chorus] [2Pac] I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat
we're crashin if you're on the roof I know you're dancin I bet we get the people jumpin overseas and I know why you're bustin mp3's the shit shit shocker
my flag on so you know I be Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I be flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know
come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit
'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on
It's murder death kill playboy, ainno saftey's on These microphones, ainno motherfuckin silencers for this shit Cause when we hold 'em... we let this shit
on the table Labels unstable cause my face is on cable Even underground critics say that I'm the best that did it Even though they shitted on my last
' touch with Mama Kin. Well you've always got your tail on the wag. Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon. You act like a perpertual drag
