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Traduction: Bijou. Break Me.
now & theres no amount of reason That could save me So break me Take me Just let me feel your arms again Break me I'll let you make me Just let me feel
Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry Mary But all them long stairs/stares ain't necessary, hear me? Cannon with me
ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain
t do nothing but ball You heard I was in jail, but I just came form the mall I'm on my way to the jeweller bout to cop me a Muller Keep the digital ruler
jewels, they look better on me You over there with a naked neck, I got three on me My baretta on me, so don't reach homie They call me Duke Ali, when
screens you can see me completely Off the heezy, fa sheezy I'm breezy Cause my diamonds they be known to blind hoes like Stevie Believe me, outstanding with my family From me
's got the heart to stand beside me? I feel my enemies creepin up in silence Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me Can't even bend my knees
mama gave me breath These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry Hey, remember me? Down
'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me
you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja,
I'm not above this you think that's wack then bro you lack you bore me that macho crap makes me snore, see, me, I'm all about the females, the women, the jewels
be here wit me bitch You should come and make me rich Girl you know you need a pimp Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy) You should be here
Verse 1] 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
catch up with us [Chorus x2: Eightball] Bounce, Bounce Man get up on you feet and help me get it Crunk, Crunk Everybody up in here let me see ya Bounce
