side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here?s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns You
Tradução: Adivina quién. Guns Guns Guns.
: [Verse 1: B.o.B] Well me and her were the 2 Me and her were together like glue But we lived packed in a shack Like the old lady who lived in a shoe
Disney child star, hurts hard Feelin buffy on my huffy when the skirts off I can mashpotato turnin you jerks off So cool, raisin in the sun untill it's prune juice Playin with guns
Ily-A You Might Be Familiar With A Few Face's But They Still A 9 Milly Ya They Be Like Tha Young Guns, So I'm Guess I'm Willy Bra I Do More Than Willaim
on your wrist Like you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us That
like Sponge Bob on the wrist One white, one gold, one nice, untold You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now I respect them thugs who get the
They say tricks are for kids most chicks woulda slid but who aint miss a visit through the six that you did I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids who
Bob on the wrist One white, one gold, one nice, untold You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now-I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I guess
The chains, the fuckin broads we with We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood a hundred deep and empty the whole clip We gangsters nigga; we got guns
[2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin
: (feat. Elton John) Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel [Chorus:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red
: (feat. Elton John) Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin
: Power.. pow.. power... Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker
at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who
: {All parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess} *1 [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me *2 [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to
