Letras:
Fake Number Other

Esse lugar, ja nao me faz lembrar Dos momentos que esperei, dos segundos que perdi Se o ar, que eu quero respirar, nao vai me fazer bem Prefiro ficar

for Praswell to translate For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake (Wyclef Jean)

to drop 'em See I ain't never been a fronter Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you

You came to my hood, we was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I

row that I gotta get to Hey here's my number and my name We should hang But first I gotta get back to the game CHORUS Should I fake right Take the ball left Or should I stop and let the other

Hate Levitate, Talk A Whole Lot Of Game But They Never Play! Bench Ridin, Since Idin, Been Startin, Beg Pardon, Nigga Never That! I Be Every Where That These Other

Levitate, Talk A Whole Lot Of Game But They Never Play! Bench Ridin, Since Idin, Been Startin, Beg Pardon, Nigga Never That! I Be Every Where That These Other

to drop 'em See I ain't never been a fronter Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you

: Say I don't mind What U do 2 me If U waste my time Then it's meant 2 be I called your number (Yes I did) Like U told me 2 Like a puppet on a string