Credo che ci voglia un dio ed anche un bar.. credo che stanotte ti verro a trovare per dirci tutto quello che dobbiamo dire o almeno credo... credo proprio
Credo che ci voglia un dio ed anche un bar.. credo che stanotte ti verro a trovare per dirci tutto quello che dobbiamo dire o almeno credo... credo
Sitting here innocently I cross my knee cause you're lookin' at me You like what you see Baby girl looks at you You try to walk away But you took a second
They said there'll be snow at christmas They said there'll be peace on earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the virgin's birth
Gimme a little more than candy Yo, that was the chorus and here comes the rap So, everybody put your hands together and clap You remember the good old
Lookin' familiar? I don't know Have I seen you somewhere before? Kill the small talk, let's hit the floor Are you ready? To do somethin' you ain't done
If I could give you anything I'd give you all that you could dream And I'd try to find a way for you to fly The beauty in your eyes provides the joy that
live, real talk, true story) Swag on fully, no semi ho, hemi Bankrolls, no gimmicks, drop Rolls, no Emmys Street cred, no blemish, credit card, no limit
HE REALLY POP. 10 STACKS EACH POCKET WHAT DAT MEAN REAL GUOPE. 3 BECKYS 1 ME WHAT DAT MEAN ALOT OF TOP. A R 100 ROUNDS WHAT DAT MEAN ALOT OF SHOTS. NO CRED
there has been known to be blood shed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead Money, power, respect, street cred
They put me down And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose [Verse 3] I'm comin in,
to stand on the block selling four track tapes Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks There was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred
to get coffee, I be at the bank like get this cash me off me, My car so new, but my money so old, My grill iced out so my barbecues cold, 3-2-1 blast
sword 3D When I was a child I played subbuteo on My table then I graduate to studio one 'Cos D's my nom de plume you know but 3's my pseudonym And around
[intro:] uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh [verse 1:] lookin' familiar, i don't know, have i seen you somewhere before, kill the small talk let's hit the
antes de que amaneciera sali huyendo de tu cama, en tu espejo un testamento... no nos queda nada!! deje tu barra de labios y con ella un par de anos
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends credit
