Vitoz Lyrics:Vitoz] Man makes his sins, Because day by day, Life by life he sees world Is shit World is shit'cause Day by day, Life by life Man makes
[Music:Ragerep/Vitoz Lyrics:Garry] So fucking bad to live Fucking pretty cry Many people have reasons to live. Some people have many reasons to die.
[Music:Vitoz/JNE]
Man in the street "You can't jump over your own head" - it's your words,it's my words, it's their words,it's my shit.
let's trample them". And then people agree with his words, They found them interesting. "Children are flouers of our life; let's trample them". And wise man
[Music:Vitoz/Garry Lyrics:Garry] Look at this girl She's pretty Look at this girl She's smiles Doesn't know People are cretins Doesn't know-they Don
On people's faces Their fathers created their traditions But modern people supports it carefully He screams:"Why so?" and I replay:"Why not? Are you
it with itself And maybe I'm a tree And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate. It's look like sand in a bosom. It's look like burning hair. Maybe I drink it with
[Music:JNE/Garry]
[Music:Fang/Vitoz Lyrics:JNE/Vitoz] It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think
Look at me tipsy sippin' on Grey Goose Finna let loose 'cause I can Fuckin' with people that's off in the crowd Nigga you know me I'm the man Cleveland
like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked valet On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again Some try to assault Dre, it's still cavi I'm
a nigga shit is touchin' his ribs Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz Information pack the led up in shit The better you get, the better we get and that's it Yo, this snake's
hustle) I was gettin', gettin' Gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin', gettin' I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly I was gettin' some
, L, A, C, K to the S, P double O, K It don't matter what another man say I'm gone still do it all my way 'Cause I'm slick like C-Bo's quick I don't
? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play me though This hot shit
you smell is the scent of shit *Gunshots*, Kill you just for the fuck of it Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass S-P-V, R-I
women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town