Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a doctor's slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won't it feel so good,
Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a doctor?s slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won?t it feel so good
Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a doctor?s slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won?t it feel so
about a picture? Why do you think they call me Cam Two months ago I saw your face, two weeks ago I'm at your place, two days ago I had you by the waist, the next
around y'all, it's goin' down y'all Murder rap, clown niggas back down y'all Straight like that, y'all niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours
One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra In dublin next arrived, I thought
Verse 2 - Ben J] Look, I know I'm wrong for the things I've done I passed up a couple chances because I'm sprung We've been together for four months,
punk Don't make a move, before I choose to make your guts run All over the block, 'cause my stomach's in a knot And it growls twenty-four hours a day
Next day you wished you died Folks hate it when you're ballin' They'd rather see you gone This is me man I just bust, I don't adjust much To bust what this month
dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks Being a vinyl stretched, the last part of sex I bust a fat ass nut then I woke up next
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With
Rock original Ain't it, funny That four years ago I wasn't making an inkling of money Had to put four chicken wings on layaway And had to come back the next
football from Montreal ain't he? No no you old coop, he a, he a boxer man Yeah Let me tell ya, I went to his fight a couple months ago I seen him hit
fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four
thousand years and that's a fact It's called an age or a house in the zodiac The twelve disciples, are twelve months of reason The four gospels signify the four
I sit down on my bed to watch some TV Do my ears deceive me? Nope, that's the fourth time this week Another fast brother shot dead in the street The very next
fast make em fuckin soon . Five months left and I dont even smoke, ciaggarettes like money, so I guess Im broke. Drop two months Im down to four, with
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her Something's happening but it isn't very clear Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair Next