tells you Who's been wrong to you, yeah You've got pains like an addict I'm leaving you You've got pains like an addict 10 A.M. automatic Come on,
Preklad: The Black Keys. 10 Am Automatické.
voice tells you Who's been wrong to you You've got pains Like an addict I'm Leaving You You've got pains Like an addict 10 A.M. automatic I see darkness
black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg Muhfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade Ball on automatic
face fall off oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing amazing, so amazing baby baby amazing, so amazing amazing, amazing, so amazing baby baby [T.I - Verse 1] This automatic
this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A black
my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center spittin' .45 slugs Black Mac-11, Python .357, snub-nose .38 or .380 Seventy Automatic
hog, I'm actor baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic
hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic
the crew knew what I said Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead Let's peel their caps back The cars at the corner like a long black
dinner Rock ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble Step up, feel the Teflon, black talent Rip
, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for
Hustle to the ceiling [Verse 2 - Drake] Look You're now fucking with the most requested The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with That black on black
passin', so we smash 'em Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds
Twincam, turbocharge, fuel injection Drive shaft, jet black, wider wheels Alloy caps, front grills, automatic Car fanatic raving up from under me Four
shoulder pads, apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'Cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
apparel But the q.b. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse That came to haul
