lit up when the radio signal went out Is this the end of the world? I can't tell, it's been like this so long Is this still you by my side? I can't decide
The things that run in my blood I just gave up so fast I've got nothing left to give secrets don't keep themselves I'm sick of hiding the answer from
That little went, the radio signal went too Is this the end of the world? I can't tell It's been like this so long Is this still you by my side? I can
Übersetzung: Der automatische. By My Side.
out That little went, the radio signal went too Is this the end of the world? I can't tell It's been like this so long Is this still you by my side?
So in this life I lead, I stay protected By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm Now all my hustlin motherfuckers, get your money, sing along [
nigga I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side But now, my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
struggle Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire exorcisin all demons Mafias on the side, my
in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see
turning Madman standing by the side of the road saying "Look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes" Now you can't afford to fake
it's awful like grey's anatomy this is the end outerspace robot bitches a smell of cunt filled the air i've been around you side by side with every
cha boy coz I just gotta have it More than I've ever had to have it before and I'm tryna put my bid in for sure (for sure) I'm tryna get by your side
the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by side Punk left us there
wolves, and that's the fun part I get my weight up, benchin' the world Me, my man and my girl, thorough in my sec', reppin' my borough Head shots of Henny
house of representatives, I lay down when clashing Pulverizing player haters, this is my passion Chopping competition like a lawn-mower when thrashing My
gon bust yo head In da middle of road while everybody lookin I'm gon run up on yo ass, and yo jaw get tooken By my muthafuckin fist, i'm gon punch you
Vietnam, motherfuckers wont survive Niggaz wanna walk my path but they don't know my path is like a plane crash aftermath My lyrics is brimstone I got squads caught up in my
Not Like You My Wrist Like Bling And My Grill Like Blue Man You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You [Big Roy:] I Got That Automatic If You Fakers Want
