your breath, you are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me How can that be?
your breath You are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me How can that be?
ترجمة: لي ، بن. كيف يمكن أن تكون؟.
rock] I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin Ben franklins determine, if you get that
can't live without your breath You are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me How can that
that high life pimp what more can I say? I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool And I keep it for any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin
I love pop music, this is how we do it It?s politics you can romance to I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it, Philosophy that you can dance to
Ono Ohh Teach us how to cry Teach us how to dream Teach us how to die Teach us how to scream Teach us how to f*ck Teach us how to pray Teach us how to be
[Ill Bill] How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs? Prostitutes & Guns I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk By my side when I ride
rhymes that will pound you into the ground, there'll be no round two Another victory for hip-hop from the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Now the underground sewer system that
it?s just a whole bunch of punch lines bragging how you ball with no purpose at all You already know I can do that?I can do that (Verse) CHAMILLII!
that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man? Music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man, how motherfuck do you think
fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Now look how
it's just a whole bunch of punch lines bragging how you ball with no purpose at all You already know I can do that... I can do that [Verse:] CHAMILLII
(feat. Necro) [Ill Bill] How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs? Prostitutes & Guns I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk By my
these songs so I can make your world a better place/ And that?s all to say that all that I am is a collection of souls/ That God has used to touch me
on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you
