slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat
down, but now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no
Traduction: Wall, Paul. Back Up Plan.
, but now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork
now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off
know if they thought that was just something I was saying to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever. I went up... I called G, I said, "man
good oh put your hands up You wanna make a move oh make you stand up Anything wey you go do Just keep your head up Make we stand up now [stand up] E
now the drop son 3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for for a 100 K ,a 100 carat paul
', he know just what to do Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin' Up in the game since
call up desert storm My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the don fall But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul Yo, them niggas
you switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you You got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royal sit back laughin' while y'all plans
drop, son 3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug is the boss, son Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for For a 100 K, a 100 carat, Paul
in me hoe Once I get that shit That plan in my head is to get richer Sittin' back countin' motzerella cheese That's the picture What's up, do you
got blasted When I stepped up out tha Cadillac Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign Lil Buck slamed right
block you switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you you got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale sit back laughin' while ya'll plans
It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the hustle
called me whipped when I was at John Paul Pedistal she was on The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall She's the quintessential
