Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Tradução: Slim Thug. Lun droga.
order of my list that it's in - It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac... [Echoes] [Verse: 2Pac] Where my thugs at Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug
keep it proper you know what it is patna this some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son 3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug
s my time (Rick Ross) It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man) (Dade County dope boy) [Verse 1:] I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give
in they asses! I'm teachin classes, Dope Slangin 101 These hoe-ass niggaz don't want, none of Bun - I'm takin the hood back [Chorus: Slim Thug] Niggaz
t stop) I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup) And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb) And in the club man you know
: (feat. Slim Thug & Bun B) [Slim Thug:] Yeah, Slim Thugga, the motha fuckin boss (It's southern smoke you heard me) Bosshog outlawz boyz in blue (Southern
high when I flow Pulling that dope when I hit the door Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me
grenades Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin' Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin' For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the
what it is, patna This some light work, ain't even gotta call a doc for Mobsta, had the old Phantom now the drop, son 3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug
Man, I need a lighter, man, right here Yeah, whassup, Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit, shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today Is that right?
it so hood, levin' in the wood, candy paint goin' for them photos kept 'em good, she like that, I know that she like that [X3] [Verse 1 - Slim Thug]
fell off (niggas) My niggas run the North (are) You can't fuck with the Boss (trash) here come another loss [Slim Thug] Brace yourself, for the
Pssh, man I need a lighter man Right here Yeah, whassup Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit Shit I almost hit this motherfucker today Pssh, is that
It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,
And the game that we go don't stop I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup And you know that we always blowing herb And in the club, man, you know
