Stickin And Fuck Them Otha Niggas Cuz Hope She Down For Some Lickin And Fuck Them Otha Bitches Cuz She Down For The Trickin I'm Hoping She A Rider When It's Said And Done Will
(Marian Gold/Frank Mertens/Bernhard Lloyd) Let's dance in style let's dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the
Turn me up a little louder! I started writing the music in my head, I'm gonna find no words while I'm still open there, You give me hope, you give me
You try to scream, you choke You try to run, your legs are broke You're bulletproof I hope.. Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip Fuck up a nigga
the bree and plannin' and hustlin' I've been corporatin' to this music over these years Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue
nigga, say I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I'm playing music in my
I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I'm playing music in my Maybach, ya
for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will never know, hoping you will forgive
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna
the crisp still falling evening snow Because they cut clean through the night I hope that they will I hope they lead me to your door. The music's loud
Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you going to
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst Are you gonna
that) Brown paper bag Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Just pulled over in my CM 5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Now this melody's a healer It's got my baby in a fever And I hope it gets the better of you With this Morricone music There's no way you can refute it
hoping that this letter reaches you in good spirits Lord knows you've been busy But I just wanna know if I speak could you listen We in the same city I was hoping
venture to give All we say is our soul constant sight listener We won't tender our song clearer till we sail Then I will be there And I will be there
you high and fills your cup /carries And right then I learnt to hope / the point of hope / I knew the way ahead/ to go /
