Перевод: Туз. Keep Holding On.
(CHORUS #1) Keep holding on No matter how hard you try You gotta be strong (CHORUS #2) Keep your head up high No matter how bad times get We're gonna
! I'm living inside, a dead lie controlled by the Devil's eyes and I don't mind it Draw my ace up and roll my snake eyes nightly Hold on baby! Ooooh
bottle, baby I don't care My canned icon gimme plenty of air, hey And keep a can in hand or restore your faith 'Cause when ya got your fix you hold the ace
do it big Louis on every bag, bitches I keep it fly We don't need a see the tag, we just see it and then we cop Balling out of control, put it out on
P, what, let it out P, what Let it out P, my nigga let it out, okay Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus won't change it Hold yourself responsible, on yourself
bad He probably right He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night I'm so pretty like We on my peddled bike He on my low scrunch We on my echo
Fin to get on some disco Come on What you want, disco, we got it for you Up up in the club we make 'em disco On the street corners make 'em disco, come on
I'm gon' keep rapping this way No matter what you may think I'm gon' keep doing my thing No matter what people say I'm gon' keep doing my thing No matter
be, they gon say I'm God! Number one like the first man ever touched space Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I
, got another lawn mower, got another hoe A brand new weed wacker, with diamonds on the top where you hold Got a water hose, anything you want it up on
Crazy holy doctor holding me 'cause I be rocking B Sewing up like monopoly, nobody's stopping me Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on
miss Bun B So we gon keep it on the G That's comin for my brother and me And we gon be here when you hit the streets We waiting on the date that they
nigga miss Bun B So we gon' keep it on the G that's comin' for my brother and me And we gon' be here when you hit the streets We waiting on the date
To My Phone, To My Phone (Ace Hood) Ok, My BBM Is Beepin Bet That Be My Lady Love It When She Sendin MeThem Pictures Half Naked Got A Tattoo On The
it was ya friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches who be hanged like plaques on the
, time to get the bread! I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty So who wanna get paid on
