take it all away Oh, no Take it all away Oh, no, no, no Take it slow Take it slow Take it slow Take it, take it Take it slow
Traduction: Carburant. Slow.
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take it all away Oh no, no, no... Take it... slow... Take it... slow... Take it... slow.. Take it Take it Take it slow.. Slow.. Slow.. Slow.. Slow.. Slow.. Slow.. Slow
found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling
be, down when your bread up But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck Yeah I remember that, so you remember this Hard times be my fuel
roll with the FED's I loved this nigga, now I roll around With a mask and a strap, and a grudge for this nigga Fucking with me, just adds the fuel to
, Poor World. Concrete's rising up, where yearerday was park you heard the Robin's Song Heavy tractor runs where air was clean and cool make money, bringing fuel
and Chong glass shit Blunts to the head, kush spillin' no mattress Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked We roll shit that burn slow
both parts He did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale Two weeks went by, got a box
Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666 We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow My arms are wheels,
hold my 500 horses Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers I'ma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper Television on the gas tank, the fuel
the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop One ring in a bag Envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale
in deed on his deem and in addittion to doin dishes listen as I schooled on the rules to rule fuel of fools, the obstacles, the cool had to slow it down
a position that i'm in well you know i'm trying so hard to live my life without you and i tried so hard i got you now inside my heart it kills fueled
Know But I Like Slow Dancing In The Club Fuck The Bullshit I Like Gettin Close 2 A Fine Ass Chick, U Feel Me So DJ Wayne Williams, Put On A Slow Cut. [
into I-9 Tiptoe into truck stops And sleepy diesel eyes Volcanoes rumble in the taxi And glow in the dark Camels in the driver's seat A slow, easy mark
ever experience What I drove in Now my car is broken My engine hood I should have never left it opened Lookin like I'm on E No fuel I can't even eat
