like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like the
like a pen Come on, I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it, if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong, you like
Traduction: The Knife. Comme un stylo.
: Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing
like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like
paid money to Elaine, [Ha ha.] One more & you?ll open your eye?s to a blacked out range. Dappy: Gunshots, Knife attacks, Seems like im living in a life
Z-Ro] Nothing but things I'm seeing, nigga be chasing divid-ends Pimping the pen, and I gotta keep a thermostat on my skin And catch a cold, with the
you feel stressed falls through my hands live a sieve I'm on a new high with a pen and a pad and for fun I attend a jam that's super bad at the same
the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my
He who fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple
You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm copping over this game Now pinch a loaf now homie who's
inning A knife in a gunfight I love it me and my knife winning I laugh when you fall the shit will be funny I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit
With a note attached saying someone please whip this brat's ass. I never gave a rat's ass or a flying fuck Driving drunk in a fire truck with the siren
music I make fight music, for high school kids I put lives at risk when I drive like this {*tires screech*} I put wives at risk with a knife like this
plants A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamp's I think I'll eat some Ambiens like they're candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a
a black .45 on the side of my prada denim Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing Then re-up like