Letras:
Little Wings Everybody

niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little

niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little

the mountain, lookin' down on the valley, and I'm feelin' I can fly, so I dive off the cliff. Hear the little kids scream; they don't know I got wings

: They know what everybody knows Better sit a letter from a thief says Why lead when everybody sleeps So few ways to Cover up your wounds Lost in a finger

1 (Chris Brown):] On the real we need to nip this in the bud 'cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating) It

think the one you love could hurt you now Is a little hard to believe But everybody darlin' sometimes Bites the hand that feeds When I look around Everybody

Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings

everybody call Cannibal, Russian Roulette Who's next, ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin' man I keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my little brother Capo

a taste for it says Babe, I?m on fire Babe, I?m on fire The fucked-up Rastafarian says it The dribbling libertarian says it The sweet little Goth