I could scream the words. You'd never hear anything I say. See the sweat drip from your head. I see right through your nervous smile. I see through you
I could scream the words, you'd never hear anything I say. See the sweat drip from your head. I see right through your nervous smile. I see through you
Übersetzung: Figure Four. Hear My Words.
case, or maybe two Or maybe three or four Pay for the brews, up in the smug And now we getting I be like, "Word up cuz," Brushin' on my peach fuzz Looked
, time to get this right Two times and you know it's not my style three's company, just you and me, we need to figure this one out four letter words are
m just a bro'! Not New Jack or Joe And Freedom or Death, this means I'm going for broke It means my life is my death My attitude should reflect I met
: We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos,
the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words
all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me
Brick niggas get real ugly Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender My
Stress got me in a figure four, raw is what I'm thinking I wonder what I'm living for, is it only to hurt first my great nan? Now I gotta put my dad
here Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares? My money long, my nigga, my money strong If you
We gon' take it from the bottom, M I A M I to Houston H town, Pitbull, Bun B My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise All my chicos, I gotchu
really on my mind Shut your mouth, mind your business Well, you trippin' if you think I'm gonna sit on this couch And tell this shrink what my deeply rooted problems' about The words out my
room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishin' rods is hangin' on the door Paintin' on the wall of stick figures That's
go, ha ha Thou shalt not have no other great one but me Transcribin my lyrics is the c-h-u-b The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine While, biblical words
my pockets were full Blew some kisses to the girlies 'cause I like to tease They started chantin' my name, I said, "Ladies please" I grabbed my friends and hopped in my Benz Grabbed on Martini and Rossi passed out to my
