What if there's no more fun to have ? And all I've got is what I had What if I have forgotten how ? Cut my losses and get out now Get out right now There
What if there's no more fun to have ? And all I've got is what I had What if I have forgotten how ? Cut my losses and get out now Get out right now
What if there's no more fun to have? And all I've got is what I had What if I have forgotten how? Cut my losses and get out now Get out right now
Traduction: Faith No More. Get Out.
: What if there's no more fun to have? And all I've got is what I had What if I have forgotten how? Cut my losses and get out now Get out right now
get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from
hands in the air One more drink, ma should fuckin stay there Don't be the jelly bean whose color turns green Be the proud man, let go of her hand *woof* Let her get more
girlfriend called rachel (you love me) I'm Still Tryna work on beeing faith, So tell me what's your favorite position, me I like it from the behind like slow no kissing Go with the course more
get my hands on you i can't you won't remember unwrap my corpse and let it thaw in the eye of the needle i can't get out they'll check my wrist i'll
greatness yall Paint a picture to A.D. to freestyles to famous songs we out 'chere Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic Let's get
get him open (Hold up) I used to run powers and draws Now I'm trickin with the strippers, the power of the draws And I don't run counters no more But
) Get Out the mirror little mamma cause you look good enough already degrated your image cause your hood slut walkin in and out of house jumpin in and out
I wreck the flow Say they got pathetic, won't let it go All about the money, gotta get it and go And if you ain't spending money, then you out the do'
I'm Z-Ro the Crooked (Chorus) In the wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out Abra cadabra, and running with the gun in me hand, look out, look out
, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids wanna try now Then lie down and get ran through Nobody watches them clocking,
my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom Move as smooth as I get
