I've known you too many years Am I crying? Just relax I'll knock you out here today Gone tomorrow, fly away Go play, go play And I can rest my head
Пераклад: 7 Year Bitch. Адпачынак My Head.
to Clayton County, my house got surrounded The enemies trying to drown me, but my hood still around me Rookie of the year, no freshman cover Shawty sixteen years
10 years old slangin dope by the pound Out of bounds, no limit till my dirt Bitch tried to break my heart and got her back hurt I'll let you ride if you suck my
in stranger? Your face gon grow some anger My ??? hold me down now. My cousin call me danger So now I got the rest hung Go home and count my income GB and Wicked Wild Child My
lately That and my babies 'cause they aint old enough to turn on me After it's ?? Like these paperplate ass niggaz And these lyin ass bitches All I need is me The rest
the world life goes on when you die Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked My lady
I leap Bye. And you can suck my wings Stand on my money Head butt Yao Ming Put your hand in the oven If you touch my things I'm shufflin' the
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin' Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch Cleaning
to start BRINGIN it First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz by the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE My dozen dirty, my
it how I live Just last year I was busy countin' a mill I moved out da hood and now my house is on a hill And I ain't takin' shots, bitch, my jewelery
ill pulled out the R chain and my destiny was sealed mo money mo problems aint that a bitch so much drama in my life you would think I was rich recall my
Anybody out there relate to my pain? Turn the music up let me know that I'm sane We broke up, bitches was starin' at my chain Dude was fuckin you but starin' at my
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my
hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year
'ma bust back We down to ride and, all you little Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs When I be shooting
