Мои песни, твои мысли Дальше вместе, мало смысла Неужели мы всё разрушили Счастье позади и мы теперь одни. Улыбаемся, но искусственно Претворяемся до
da-ddy yan-kee a que te pego (ponlo ahi) a que te pego (sigue ahi) a que te pego (ahi ahi) a que te pego (oooh) a que te pego (ponlo ahi) a que te pego
Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the
Ace Hood, it's do or die, gotta go for it, overtime Yeah 'cause it's now or never I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime
Shake the waist, you got to love that taste Smell the rain, what a shame to let her get away Tie me down to the race-car tracks Smack dab in the middle
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in
I could have all the money in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' And I could have all the fame in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' If you love
Is it the emptiest of all your broken hearted feelings A serious misconception to choose a path that led to ruin? I live for today Can't get away from
if you are willing to fight you got to give up your fear and weakness a new era is born to end this suffering and solitude merciless no compassion no
(john duarte/donna weiss) Night falls so hard I'm just not what I used to be Left in the dark You have wasted and walked over me It's alright, I'm not
A strange force take my soul I can see throught the wall spirits run throught my hands awake from my death now I do know my real being Evil is the hand
[Intro] Ace Hood Street certified Let me tell you one thing Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy Keep your eyes and ears open,
I don't even care no more That's my word, that's for sure I don't even cry no more That's absurd, I'm so cured I'm so secure with who I is, oops, who
[Chorus - Schife] Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with
Yeah, all around the world (Around the world) I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material
Hey Hey Hey [The-Dream:] All we do is get money Gotta hit the bank Man I'm running out of hundreds (Hey shawty hey hey hey hey shawty) I know she yours
[Intro] This is no longer music It's a celebration homie [Chorus] Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don And to the gangsters, until they postpone
(Schife) Gucci this, Louis that, I?m on my designer shit, Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit Purple label new cavallis, aint no body fly