enough just to forget about what you?ve become You?re the one who lives nowhere You think you?re life?s more than a game of suits and ladders When nothing
Don?t wanna listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Not this morning Don?t wanna think about the night before Or maybe it
If you would just be sensible You?d find me indispensable I pray determined destiny That places you with me, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Wanting you here
[Jay Electronica] One two, one two uh, yeah I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below my shrink told me it's a feeling they'll never know I pack up
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed So you already know
T?nd din sol igen og bl?nd mig de kan ikk' tage dig v?k fra mig mer hold mig t?t imens vi venter pa alt det de ikk' forstar og advarer os imod Gr?d gr
I didn't know my mama That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby I say I didn't know my mama, no, no I didn't know she had a son like me Oh baby, baby
word I said And you know she suit me baby You know you suit me baby I tell she suit me baby And she suit me baby, yeah Oh, the girl, she suit me on and on Suit
yours is I've nearly always had a caravan with horses And I know you won't believe me though it is the truth to tell That the living it is hard, oh, but it suits
fingerprints, my hair never touched that gun I never spoke to anyone, the f.b.i.'s at my house Chorus: kool keith (repeat 2x) Shoes n suits! shoes n suits
Chorus) This for the boys that?s on the grind/ Servin bids and doin crime/ Stuck in the pen and doin time/ Facin 10, 20, Life/ (Verse 1) Make ways of
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back You can bet that, you
This has been a Goldrush production Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight thug His mama was a G And daddy was a G Ain't nothin
[Intro - Trey Songz] Trick Daddy Dollaz Eightball, Trey Songz We high [Trick Daddy - Intro continued] Good evening ladies and gentleman This is you're
Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone, would've been done If it wouldn't for thug holiday
[Man:] Ayo, Who you about to call? [Kiki:] I'm bout to call Trick. [Man:] For what? [Kiki:] Just to call him and see what he doin' [Man:] Bitch.
Sexy, sexy Hey sexy Hey sexy You're so sexy I like it when ya booty doo (Shake it to the left) I like it when ya booty doo (Shake it to the right) You
[chorus x2] I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im doing it for the niggas who sittin and aint snitchin, And all the niggas who gone, I aint