Вне закона, DESSAR, три шкатулки. Притча наших дней, проверяй. Умирает мать и оставляет дочери своей, Три маленьких шкатулки, подарок вещих дней. У,
I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'
(Chorus) Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on
[Chorus:] Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing Oh god I need counseling Images in my head steady hounding Oh god I need counseling You don't want to bring
[Chorus] Last night what I seen made my life change Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change
Word it's like all we got left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you
*** I'm major, that *** nothin' Young *** old money 'Benjamin Button' Seein' through your 'Poker Face' that *** bluffin' Ladies goin' gaga for *** tryin
Enter the crypts of hell to impregnate the dead Fresh burial sight, my hunger grows tonight Undying lust for cadaverous molestation Sights of death building
Too many times searching for mercy Without sincere remorse Look into these eyes forever holding doubt Under masks of false comfort you wear so proud And
Dear diary, tonight will be our last My hands are itching for razors My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what
Here are some samples of the fabric, Miss Morgan I know how painful it must be But I guess it's your responsibility I understand he was your fiancee What
As your casket closes listen to the living weep Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep You think they cry for you; that they came
To have and to hold after death`s done its part In a grave lying cold there remains my heart In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation Disinterring
Tombstones trampled in my wake, As I see to a matter quite grave, The earth is turned as my claim is staked, Besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave, Caskets
Oh, this feeling takes my mind await to a dark place I hope to see the light again, someone help me I need your hands to reach out for me, I'm descending
imagine me nursing some ancient injury. go home crying to mom, a word. some issues on abandonment, and how angry i can get. not a word, she cant understand
Actress, go back home. take your black heart back to ohio. weve all seen what you can do and its safe to say were not impressed. this is the property
