Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring Toward the bright horizon set the way Cast your wreckless dreams upon our Mayflower Haven from the world and
Tradução: Paja. Himno de la baja en la autoestima.
Nigga how you like that? Turn a buck into a stack Man I mean a G-Stack Just took it from 3 and a half to 14 you peep that Smoke shit, pop shit on the low
belong, you left the kids to carry on You planned their fall Too bad youre wrong, dont need a mom dad slave drive song I time bomb Turn low the radio
like a friend Your stock is rising again Sell yourself and I'll try to pretend At least that's something Figures up but predictions are low Carry you
like it, (like this, this, this, this) [Lil Wayne (Kelly Rowland):] Yeah, and is you ridin' with me when the end's low Y'all better call Winslow I get low
: [feat. Beanie Sigel, Bun B & Kobe] I'm a just chill, lay low and stay breezy I hear these streets is so... That's why I get high, I'm in the cool,
of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem
it on ya wish list Two seater wit tha chill on My baby daddy put tha grill on Fixin to put tha heels on Chrome spokes wit da low pros And tha trunk funk
please motha fuckin rise For the national motha fuckin trapstar anthem Let's go [Chorus:] Cause bitch I'm amazin Look what I'm blazin Eyes so low Yea
finna put they heals on em chrom spokes with tha low pros in tha trunk funk ?? apple seater on tha dash board Chours (Talkin) This is tha mens national anthem
L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B? Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
Gotti) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti) Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) No lie (Mon E. G.) Its tha (Mon E. G.) Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin
I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy I hear these streets is so greasy That's why I get high I'm in the cool, finger in the sky Doing about 100 in
Serena William Starin' was a crime then the look, kill 'em Brush less showers and the Brazilian wax Cash in the glove compartment free from tax Low
back around again Where it all began, began, began, began From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now (repeat 2X) Singin holy anthems,
her hair He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low She