in your shoes I know its strange It's a strange way of saying that i know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you I've already given up on
your shoes I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you I've already given up on
Übersetzung: Fall Out Boy. Ginasfs,.
your shoes I know its strange It's a strange way of saying that i know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you I've already given up on myself
your shoes I know it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you I've already given up on myself
but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade it went to d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave I was the class
how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with
dropped, I rocked show for G's Blowin trees, while I'm tourin overseas Flew to PR, won a quick fifty G's And I'm still poppin up on Smack DVD's Aint got
baby [T.I - Verse 2] A dope boy with the swag of a pimp n-gga except one thing, I'm paid more than them n-gga you see a bitch can't afford this life
X-man [Drake] Uhh, Ok I told you catch up Did you make a mill yet? I cant predict how many of em I can still get October own that's such a f-ckin real
A., on a lake thats where i stay... Who I be, who I be? Who it is? (Smooky, Smooky!) fall off in the club man i'm out here in the ville (Smooky, Smooky
way that I can chill Uh, n****z won't understand 'til they man fall From a exit wound big as a handball Damn y'all, can a n**** spend a mill For a house
got a bulletproof F R O N T Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley You a punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the U Cheeks And I ain't talkin
's gonna be a hit 'n' run? Wrong, it's a drive-by. Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around the Midnight Phantom. They predicted I'm-a fall
f/ Ayana Uh, I puts it down Uh, 1, 2, 3 [Verse 1: SPM] Am I the purest of them all? Mirror, mirror on the wall Am I the one to ease the pain? Make them
out your chest Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest If I'm uncomfortable I dump a few You niggas are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife This
