could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne
Traduction: H3O. Elle me tient.
Traduction: H3O. Vous pouvez.
Traduction: H3O. Profusion.
over mine And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this [Chorus: Rihanna
'm a show 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort Worth Dallas to the valley, man, it's all
just entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah,
(feat. Lil' Mo) [Verse 1] Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)
got me twisted I'm so - caught up Got me feelin it - caught up I'm losin control, this girl's got a hold on me, yeah [Verse 3 -Usher] (Ahhhhh ...) Oh
Bienvenue a toi dans l'aire de jeu ou nous sommes deja deux. Le K double O L et puis moi-meme l'ogre du Nord J O E Y S T A R R oui double double double
Bitches on my line, this a probate H2O flow and I don't hold gate, this is no trial, this a closed case thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager
fishin You're just a pono wooh da king play yo position Hole jus too big ain't no need for stitchin' W O O H D A K I N G he super straight Taliban hit
gauges on cock And them Orville Redenbach glocks, is on pop So P.O.P., I will P-O-P 'Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on me In the H to the
my new shoestrings, bitch I bang My bold laces, match the same color of my flag that hangs (damn) I stay G to the T, E to the B H to the C, the streets
are my word, come down your chimney like Santa And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G Really though y'all don't know me, I will make you die slowly [Hook - 3
Z-Ro a money making machine dollars no pennies Nigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g's R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C.
want to die by myself in these streets cause that's love [Mr. 3-2] It ain't no love no more everybody about the dollar That's why when I pass by the G-O
