A heart that won't burst And lips that don't thirst I thought of you first My love is for free, my love My love is for free My love is for free, my love
A heart that won't burst And lips that don't thirst I thought of you first My love is for free, my love My love is for free My love is for free, my
You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the llac, ahhhh I see 'em looking at me like what’s up But I'ma sit low in the cutttt
and I aint scared I got a ?? wit 15 and I'm fully prepared (that's right) Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip (jea) Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (
a song, cmon (Chorus) Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just don't know
clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin low
of this I sh*t'chu not And it's the sh*t'chu not you know I hit the spot [GD] Yeah, I wear my sunglasses at night, still 20-20 Suckas walkin' around
that'll whack ya, ya got beef Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10 Drankin' the gin
on the Internet So you want the chat room, or the house in Malibu Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-lal-ables (Dr. Dre) They said 30?s the new 20
the twist like Trump I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve then he done 20/20 ain't good
God damn that pussy tight than Tiger Woods' sweater See my sex is greater cause my dick is bigger I got that cum that you could drink like a 20 liter
jump, jive [Verse 1] I tell 'em no lie I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot You know I, been
crunk juice,we'll have a nigga spinnin [Chorus 5x] [Gangsta Boo] yeah i got that weed for the low those pills for tha low that blow for tha low young
longest yard Um um, its still the longest yard I done fought in a battle and I done made it this far [Verse 2] I'm in my cell 20 hours a day And
You Got's To Chill I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [x8] [The Game:] Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low Blowin
the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever Until the
cause I get allot of that [Verse 1] This can't be it man, this shit is stressful Is that what it is, I'm just successful Maybe I'm to good to hood, low
the track You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the 'Llac I see 'em looking at me like what's up But I was hit low in the cut (Chorus)
