you for the neighbors so they know your time had come. And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat as it heads for my heart. And as your
Перевод: Сохраняет день. Как ваш Дух принимает полета.
display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come. And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat as it heads for my heart. And as your
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? ) Qb’s type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six
eyes Beast mode on them, I never take a night off Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write-off Grounded as the one way pavement am taking flight
go and take a glance at your hero While a Houston stripper pole-dances in the zero Fantasy to you, reality to me And, yeah, my G-Pass is as valid as
it This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex This is thug sex, ikeing it, nasty talk As
the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride
as alive as you and I Everybody kills the light When they're bout to sleep for the night As you go thru life You're a star in flight When you close your
when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your
you counted on All your armies are fled and gone Win your king, you can play your pawn Take your time, you have just begun To risk everything Catch your
u gonna be? (Strict) Dark angel of the night grab you by your balls with my claws and take flight What u gonna be? (ABK) I?ma go as the rain and just
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? ) Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six
here Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain And yo, set it off Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down As
in clips Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, what the fuck? QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your
, then who did? (Carlotta) Where is he? (Firmin) Ah, welcome back! (Carlotta) Your precious patron Where is he? (Raoul) What is it now? (Carlotta) I have your
re on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride
