feel when you die How am I supposed to rob you now? Tired like hell, sleeping away till the evening Wondering why it hurts when I think about leaving
Übersetzung: No Fun At All. Leaving.
you feel when you die, how am I supposed to rob you now? Tired like hell, sleeping away till the evening Wondering why it hurts when I think about leaving
ma leave ya, cousin A nigga won't go in that ocean for ya - bring it on Do or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang
it Cashmoney boy paper chaser Evil look in my eyes Close shirts you die Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all
only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I
quotin' my lines like a Martin Luther King speech Remember Patrice She looked like Kelis Met her in club And caught her eyein' my piece And with all the birds at
We Can Get On (All Night) {Baby Lemme Give You A Call, How Long Will It Take To Break You Off} To 3 Or Maybe 4 Ready For It All (I'm Down) {Baby Lemme
tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me
me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the
be gone all my homies is waitin' for me plotin' on plans that we made and all tha fun that it's gonna be so meet me at 3' and don't be late nigga
number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone
I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all about
Don't playa hate me when I tooka Life of a crook Look at them thug niggas ballin y'all, I gotcha hoochies full of liquor fucking all a y'all And my, name
! Follow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off" You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun! See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone I was born
serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it 50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at
like Patty Mason A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that hail at
Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills
