keep it like a secret keep it close to me as we take flight beneath the city lights words may escape but i've been set free. you met her by chance. not
up in the sun when you were water, my oasis, I could not kill the thirst in time catch me, if you think you can promise you wont look back If we rinse it
Traduction: Over It. Lumières de la ville.
keep it like a secret keep it close to me as we take flight beneath the city lights words may escape but i've been set free. you met her by chance
it rain on him Let me see them Hanes Let me, let me see them Hanes (C'mon) We are taking, over (Blow) Get used to it, over (Blow) This place about
while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn?t count Ii did sneaker boxes , now I does accounts Sstill keep it
sure check this out, im tired of playing games and yes im definantly sure ill trade it all fabolous (Chorus - Jagged Edge) Girl I'd trade it all
She is... (90210) [Verse 1:] Ms. Rodeo, tell me where your day go Part-time waitress she really wanna make it In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see
it's fair, and even though it might rain I got my galoshes plus my umbrella, ain't no stopping me mayn Whenever seen my way I'ma deal with it, then send it
damn these city streets [Z-Ro:] Damn, these city streets'll eat you alive It's beginning to be a full time job, just to survive Tell me why I get pulled over
slap the fuck out all you niggaz If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz I bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping
gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it Everybody
raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run And when you thought it was over, nigga it
but I just can't give it up Dropping niggas where they standing, with my man tanning You don't want to box a geurilla these hands steady be landing over and over
like Scully and Mulder Colder with the pen pimping thang, fuck bringing it to your ass Me and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brain Sit back get it
me ball till I fall in the grave, doing it my way As a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my K Cause it ain't no people where I stay Nothing but
