been going Well you better run fast He's an old cold hand He's an old cold hand He's an old cold hand
a-gonna look you straight in the eye And hold your bad luck hand Hold your bad luck hand, babe Hold your bad luck hand Who's a-gonna hold your hard luck hand
: [feat. Wiz Khalifa] [Chris Brown:] All my ladies put ya hands up All my ladies put ya hands up If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know
listen, don't play dummy out here King try for bust make your whole pack run Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns Fat ones, all cold and black ones
chest My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk But if I pop the trunk, its to hand
out of our circus tent You cold-hearted sons of bitches You think they look fucked up Just wait till I kick your Fucking lips in a couple times You'll
mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula Black
you got anyway? Some of the Indians turf The Beauty that once flowed from the Nile Like the Moses child The hand that writes is a good as the hand that
you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now
and my lover Used to have cold feet, now you the one under my covers I ignore your aura but it grabbed me by the hand Like the moon pulled the tide and
pick up a war They're going to even the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on factories Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor I
s falling apart I'm black and I'm bruised I'm always alone when I'm with you Your lips are like sunburn But your hands are cold Whatever lies behind
tonight Slowly put their hands together, fingertips gently touch each other Ice-cold, so soft Such sensual bliss, are made for caress This silky communication, of lips
the void, my emptiness, the hollow shape of my futility. When I face my life, I feel the cold of my distress, My distress... Blackness surrounds me, in
def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks D Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips My dope is two
I seen fortune I ain't having it like abortion Walking with this stick holding his tip Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp It was cold
