ніколи назви не буде, Всі назви вигадують дивні люди. Навіть імені і навіть назви немає Кохання, що схоже на казку. Навіть імені і навіть назви немає,
Oh, oh You ain't gotta clock-in tonight Girl, I wanna hear you echo Wanna hear you echo I called your boss and he knows you ain't coming in today Sex
Girl it's all on you and it's your way And if you want you can decide And if you'll have me, I can provide Everything that you desire Said if you get
QB! Where the fuck y?all at? Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Let?s go! Kiss money! Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating Hate him or love him for the same reason
Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
I just got put down In the ashes of a backwash town Black debris, the burned-out trees Blows out over the sunken seas Somewhere far along Singin' the
She was just seventeen, pious and pretty with a deadly disease And the weight of the world on a prosthetic shoulder And by the summer of '96 her body
(The number one) Sex that we're havin' here, girl, ooh (This is, this is number one) Sex that we're havin' here, girl You better ask somebody Can't nobody
Bonjour hmmm Mauren's got five sisters They've all got ass One of them's got eyes as big a jolly ranchers Beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl
So no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA It's like you're always stuck in second gear When
He watches the sun rise almost every day.
Yeah, it's Kells... Kells and OJ (Ay Ay) (OJ) Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky, I can't lie, Im'a ball 'til I die, Blunts of the good
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Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters And I could have used some
Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me the courtrooms
love thro dirt on meh nd grew a wild flower bt itz fuck da world getta child out her yah my lyfe a bitch bt u no nun bout her ben 2 hell n bak i can sho
Walk away when you're angry Raise, raise yourself, there's nothing to gain Old, old enough to know the outcome Blood, more blood, it's always the same