But I forgot the trouble, that's the trouble Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble Our love, with our love, with our love
Traduction: Talking Heads. Avec notre amour.
I'm skyin higher then messiah an' his bible Watch for that rifle Watch for that psycho Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight though Now if you talk that talk
the boys we're just chillin' with Eart, Wind & Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture I'm a vulture just like the beat chillin' with Earth, Wind
Intro: Fab] Yeah, yeah, them niggas just talkin baby, (dont listen to that shit) dont mind them they just talkin baby they know they cant fuck with me
sound like kellis, love look You're piercing me with this fierce scream Seriously my ears feel like they bleeding tears And heres the head scarf you left in my domain And heres the photos of our
my eyes and all I can see is you dancing with me I'm a Dreamer but I ain't the only one got problems But we love to have fun This is our world, from
like where I come from That's why I shed light on the darker I come form Nigeria inspired to talk drum The soul proprietor on the globe from our sun I
to stack stacks It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our
And the head but still breathing, what a story to tell Now I get to see Mr. Walker, in Mr. State Jail How the hell I'ma kick it with you nigga, you shot
I'm thankful for Trae If I ain't never told you I love you, I'm telling you today Cause you made me, keep my head on straight When I was talking suicide
should be having they head stomped (head stomped) head stomped (head stomped) Z-Ro Verse: Excuse me, get off my motherfuckin toes I ain't got no love
t stop Going platinum, everytime another tape drop [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash Taking out contracts on hatas, with
fam-ous Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it's pain it's Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed
Although I clear my ruga ripping till they drop dead I could a give a fuck about a buddy, he don't really love me So there ain't no love for these niggas, there's only love
my ride And we could bump heads again and see we could go inside With our minds, you got something that I cut for The bald head and the thug in you, that
new shoes on my feet Sugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets And ride with a big fo'-five, on my seat Pulling