I'm out of practicea?¦and you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your Queen of Hearts All I want is to show you how your nothing Like all of them
practice And you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your queen of hearts All that I want is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them
Traduction: Say Anything. Tous Étouffée Up.
of practice And you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your queen of hearts All that I want is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them
hoes don't click-clack I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't mind Slapping patches up out your hair, better say better somebody to find Straight up
went from, nothin to somethin now they all wanna see me fall And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ball And they say we hate the East coast,
each and all for the sci-fi mat more religious superstitious Politicious and all the listeners with us this shit be cold as Christmas So put your head to the sky say
robbing niggaz, anything he could do He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to
niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling
[Men talking] Yo load the fuck up (locked and loading) You too (locked and loading sir) Remember break that window when that cop comes in and blow that
't perfect but you made life worth it Stick around, real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom gripping you up and choking
't, everything is up to you All you gotta do is just, live now, keep spending Not under the ground yet, keep enjoying every minute yo Gotta live it up
slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja You just made me mess up, Bitch Bleeb Blab Blah Blah
's tryna butt fuck nerds This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez Go 'head, give some, pucker up I'll fuck her up
we be wastin time Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes It's all good times, thank the lord For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud We're tearin up
't perfect but you made life worth it Stick around, some real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Gripping you up, fucking, and choking
blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up And me all we had to do was boot em up He got the buck now who the fuck want it? I can't see it happen,
rule the land This I don't understand First of all, they like to dress this bitch up in a robe On top of all that "What?" He's mad old And he hates
