Money came along problems Shit got me like hell naw Ask me what I'm doing with my life, ain't shit to tell ya'll They selling these, though We don't really need those Rather burn some foil Smoke some powder off some clean folds I'll be rolling dollar papers Crush it down and breathe those I don't think I feel those He ain't really coming back Put that on my soul She ain't never get her summer back Acting like you really want it Boy, you'll get it laid down If I hit your face and started spraying, daddy laid there Probably heard me laughing with a cold stare laid dead Left the car around a tree with road flares, stayed there They ain't gon' die for any of us If we go, then they come with us Ain't no love to lose, who's you? We ain't fucking wit ya I could see the only way I learned to live will make me lose I could see the way I move, crazy 8's and dirty juice I'ma pull this shit over right here, then I make 'em choose Keep 'em on their toes, and they go, and they better know I'ma hit him dead in his nose, and he better show I don't have to apologize for shit, that's another day I'ma give that lil' bitch a poke 'til she run away What the fuck are those? What they for? I'ma let 'em die I don't see the road, eyes closed, I'ma let it fly It stay ones and twos, and I knew, it's a promise to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
