{*sighing*} Yo let me get a cigarette son Yeah, fuck it, {?} it's not that serious Hey yo [Chorus] She said she all fed up And she talk about she lea
번역: Sheek Louch. 재미나게 업.
{*Sighing*} Yo let me get a cigarette son Yeah, fuck it, {?} it's not that serious Hey yo [Chorus] She said she all fed up And she talk about she lea
you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the fuck want war? Fed-Ex beef
it then I'd be dead My soul's been fed tonight Everything that I choose still can't forget Grey Goose Converse covered with mixer juice And all my niggas rollin' up
slowly Every little thing that you say or do I'm hung up, I'm hung up on you Waiting for your call baby night and day I'm fed up, I'm tired of waiting
blown up Got another show that I putted up It never slows down You walk in and throw your hands up Screaming at me, you're fucking fed up I do my best
spell Got that ass doin' yoga Didn't care that she's olda Got off the stage Ended up at her place We were burning up the bed Fire needed to be fed Morning
And never get a chance to bust shot Curled up in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a gun smoking hot All around the world's where
thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat was poor Y'all niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Stretched up in hospital beds, fed
breaking out of this cage I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Tryin' to put
the roof They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your back Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's Casualty after casualty all up in ya Ya not
all my G's rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed
man respect my G and I can be a gentleman, or else know all I have before and shit for me to get again. Different day and maxed out, creepin up on ?s-
Viagra Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra Presto magic, Bugattia??s on the scene Partya??s all around me like its Gotti on the scene Your money NBA NFL all
it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost save it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me There's one Birdman and one J.R We neighborhood superstars mother*** y'all ***, we tryin' to get it all
