ready to go. Too much, too young. I won't do time when I've just begun Too much, too young. What about love, what of songs unsung? Too much too young
Übersetzung: Little Angels. Too Much Too Young.
Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place,
: [plates 17-20] An angel came to me and said: 'O pitiable foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art
son's wallet I've got here? he must have dropped it after too much beer! oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked.
got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than
I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money ain't no such thing as plain
feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much
on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing
, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too far to f-ck it up now Text from my mom said "me and your grandma proud" I'm way too deep in the game
Go rimbaud, go rimbaud, And go johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place
looks as though I'm havin' too much fun You're as young as you feel from the inside Inside and out you're always on the run Angels with dirty faces A little
one living here, please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One! (Styles): I just wanted to speak to him.... I got too much words
I'm not the only one living here Please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone, one I just wanted to speak to him, I got too much words
Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel
in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and sell love to another man It's too cold outside, for angels to fly. (Verse 2 - Mikill Pane) Little lady
was trying to stress was that The money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail A young motherfucker to jail Would be less to send his or her young
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