suit mohair With a single vent sixteen inch Got my two-stroke wheels outside We only need the High Numbers now And anything on stateside Down at your Twisted Wheel
Tongue tied twisted, steal time to stay Real song drifted keeps the thorn inside Tongue tied twisted, twist around and creep Tongue tied twisted keeps
suit mohair With a single vent sixteen inch Got my two-stroke wheels outside We only need the high numbers now And anything on stateside Down at your twisted wheel
suit mohair With a single vent sixteen inch Got my two-stroke wheels outside We only need the High Numbers low And anything on Stateside Down at your Twisted Wheel
Übersetzung: Wheel, Catherine. Tongue Twisted.
Übersetzung: Rea, Chris. Twisted Wheel.
lime suit mohair With a single vent sixteen inch Got my two-stroke wheels outside We only need the High Numbers now And anything on stateside Down at your Twisted Wheel
your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And niggas know I be, on the low But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro I'm not that nigga, that you
your video I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes and Niggaz know, I be on the low but I miss my dawg and I twist my drawer I'm not that nigga that you
no licky-licky So them can't meal mealie up You no turn tables So them can't wheel wheelie up Contract you want Me will sign and seal yuh up Chorus
you're busy every minute, I just stay at home. I make believe you care, I feel you everywhere, but I'm still alone. I'm on a wheel of fortune with a twist
: When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin
with expression but you gotta be focused They don't pick you for the team just because you the dopest Too many niggaz got the game twisted lookin for
: The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired
go with you My tears are starting to show Woah That I should fall from grace Implies a twist of fate But I'm open to the joys and woes of passion And who shall take the wheel
sound Snuck through tools and on the low down Gangstas give it up, what Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four wheeled-it up I would talk
I hate to admit it I ain't been the same since you came around My mind is swollen from the weariness Wish you'd never flagged me down Twisted angel,
t spit it like this I come equiped to rip, any battle And leave him strung in his crew but they put me in the twist like Trump I can collapse or puncture