one Who can be my everything Time, I wanna pass the time I wanna make you mine You can be my everything, my everything My everything is all you'll need When everything
Übersetzung: Push Play. My Everything.
to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went sour
I wanna feel guilty but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk me You'll get stacked behind the hill with my phone or my pager Just beat me while I cut you with my
I'm in my house I write my raps and hope it pays my mother tried to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own
clearly my troubles All of my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let my
it all Then change my mind And every time I promise you Soon be fine It won't be like this next time But tonight we play I think The final act I push
to be wanting Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I'm holding I'm just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game I got my grimy Shady with
three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby Chorus: she's my baby (2x), sweets my baby she's my baby (2x), sweets my baby Maxi
she a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN [Cappadonna] Aiyyo, she gotta be gone Waitin on my sweet strawbeery pecan rican LaShawn holdin my taffy down
familiar for life We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life My dogs is real tight, shooting the dice Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Asleep And I'm Dreamin Did The Club Bring My Teeth In? Last Night I Brang My Queen In I Go Get It You Push It If I Did It Right Then The Kid Did It???
all my life) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) [chorus] Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother
man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come up, give me my cut - what? Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button
you'll sit No friends cos you dissed 'em too No money, no crew, you're through You played yourself... That's right, you played yourself... You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played
ve did that I know it's gon' come right back I know it's gon' destroy everything I made It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away But this game I play,
fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't play
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed