bitter at the world, so sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing cause theres so much more to see dont wanna be rich, I just wanna be happy I'm still young
we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these lyrics
Traduction: Kill The Young. Kill Your Young.
Traduction: Young Punx, le. Votre musique est Killing Me.
at the world So sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing Cause there's so much more to see Don't wanna be rich I just wanna be happy I'm still young,
That we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these
to get down and You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill So purge your mind, so stand in line So purge your
to my foriegn land.You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand.My weed hand is something i don't disrestpect.Your weed hand throw it up and represent your
matchin' my brilliance Hahaha lol niggas kill me Look mama no guns and I'm still G Whoda thought from baker rows center hill he get so much accomplished niggas plot to try to kill
take your time forever, get your hands up, say hey And surely... keep it coming, dance, get your hands up If you pull wanna see you dance, take your time forever, get your
you don't Dirt and glitter Cover the floor We're pretty and sick We're young and we're bored (Ha) It's time to lose your mind And let the crazy out
old enough to know better, young enough to not give a f-ck Rather hold my head high then live and duck If you?re cool being taken down and giving up Your
mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained You can smooth talk your
niggas trying to get one chick, right? I'm trying to get two You know, two is always better than one, right? Yeah.. [Verse] I'm trying to kill two birds
that you fuckin with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter
flown... No one to care Just to love her How much can one bear, Rejecting the needs in her prayers... Neglection can kill Like a knife in your soul
your dad was applauding Even da bouncer was snoring U see us man we roll 10 man deep on the tour bus U ain't tight with your friends, they snake you now your
:] If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker know me Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii [Wiley:] Man up, producer, artist, MC Killer
