've gotta face the fact Realize that we can make a difference Ignorance, the plague is everywhere You know you gotta care about your freedoms Single handedly I will wage my war on
번역: Guttermouth. 9 일 최종.
've gotta face the fact realize that we can make a difference ignorance, the plague is everywhere you know you gotta care about your freedoms single handedly i will wage my war on
you would be the one Who would end my childish games for good See I've tried to brush it off As just a silly game that young girls like to play But as time moved on
Gd Up From The Feet Up ABCDEF Im A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O
always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the
[J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess
50 on the wrist, leanin', niggas is sick Steamin', they can't understand the meanin' So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein' But that 9
Preach on) Returning on some Crow shit, let 'em know shit They mess with the wrong click, quick to blow shit (Yeah) Y'all know who owned this so they end
'm on the phone, who is this? Frank, listen turn the music down Hold on, didn't I tell you not to talk to me I'm on the phone! You know when I'm on the
't nothing but tutti fruity Get on the floor if ya got that booty Shake what ya momma gave ya Shake what ya momma gave ya I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity Get on
last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips Forever the name on
's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What
save me, I feel so alone) (I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul) (Just go, I wanna come home) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] (Amerie) (I don
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on
his body got him, run, wid smoke coming From the barrel ah, me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum Yummed on the dead end they set in, then
, the mission was so clear Don't wanna go there, the money was over there I still love ya 9-9, I miss ya St. Clair Yeah, now I'm movin on a roller coaster
, let the law end 'Cuz we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in Fuck 'em, let the law end 'Cuz we simply get the raw end Coffins open,