voices of angels are in my blood Behind your eyes what can I see That isn't already there Already yours Already there Already, already yours
Tradução: Curva. Tuyo Ya.
us evacuate, we on our way pussies We eat no cake Ya'll notice when you see us put your jewels up Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up It
her body, feluptuous curves Shes a real woman, no doubt about it. Her confidence is sky high, Shes the one whos got me on my back Shes saying "baby this is your
When I roll through. Bag your hold crew We can menage a trois it up While your girl licking my butt Rubbing my gut playing with my nuts. Love your shape
it trickles down let it wash away any doubts In your mind You?ll find Don?t think real joy is in position or money (Noo) Don?t compare your life
in dem jeans? How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans? 'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa 'Cuz your waist so little and your
A 100% real with everything I do I make things happen every time I come through And that's on everything, that's on everything If I ain't already did
been through the last of the sea plates Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight First of all I ain't buying your clothes, then doing your toes, then
have my sympathy When I hit that spot why you aint tell me nothing I swear to god yo, I thought it was your belly button Nope, it was the bottom of your
number one don't let them twinkys hit the curve And if you need two more inches call them 'twity birds' And it ant nothin like lettin' a junky clean and wash your
got a great personality and sense of humor Next time we meet, it just can't come any sooner We arrange to go out for a drink at a bar Shes already there
me your stories.' So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already
control rock me a Roll Glock be the goal take my time and build Into the 36 got real people wanna see us The word Steeles, your work reflects your life Your
this thing to your back make you throw out your hands My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on your pants I'm unruly seem like I don't give a damn
'm on point, but we're running cops are fronting, wanna stop something you loving, I'll pray about it Ill maneuvers over sewers with back packs, and curved
, the edge of insanity Another holiday inn, another temporary home And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone 'talk to me, won't you tell me your
know It was all mixed up ahead of the curve When you were lying to the world See I wanna lie there too Feeling down and all around I see your back in
