my swag (Damn) Love my swag (Damn) Catch me in V.I.P, tryin' take 'em to the pen Take 'em to the pen, take 'em to the pen Catch me in V.I.P, tryin'
vie Je veux faire des envieux Qu'ils m'observent Et puis qu'A§a leur mette un coup d'vieux J'veux qui s'disent Qu'eux aussi pourraient p't'A?tre A?tre
day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
HELLO CENTRAL, GIVE ME HEAVEN WRITER A.P. CARTER Hello central give me heaven For I know my mother's there And you'll find her with the angels Over
a Carter El Nino come take a sniff Or take a few of you like the glass zit Or stick shit in your artery Hustlin's a part of me, niggas retardin' me
verrecken. Die sieben Raben es warn nur sechs die gute Fee es war a Hex der böse Wolf a kleiner Dackel der Märchenprinz a schiacher Lackel
Me I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties
From this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado Brings drama, either way I have to do this So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this
Vince Carter I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about
see that? Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade Hahaha [Hook] Women at the bar want to be a star Stop her on the street, she thinks you a freak
l'éclat du nouveau matin La brume s'écarte Retourne sur son territoire Dans ses refuges L'épée émerge des profondeurs
bald guys They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a A lime in your Corona A glock on your
Carter, take your time with it Jump off that nigga Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new Jag on the
from this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado Brings drama, either way I have to do this So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this
Buck like a Beretta wet you up like bad weather Got fangs like a cobra now I got Range like a Rover You don't fuck with us whether you fucked up like a
master p or call me Al Capone a nigga with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart pushed up the street by a dope fiend took to
first time I picked up a gauge A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage Take a look at me now; a born winner In a race against
they wish to see And Khaled taking me to heights they only wish to be Flyest without a wing, the American dream It's a bird, it's a plane, naw it's just