Dors mon enfant petit Et marche dans tes reves Les reves d?organdi Les anges les soulevent Les soulevent si bien Les soulevent si bien Qu?on dirait un
pas bien la, sur la lune La terre est plus belle vu d?la-bas Alors sans hesiter, cette petite bulle Me conduisit aux peurs de Gaya Reine, prisonniere
I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots
Yeah, right about now Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at
In the twenty-first century, you can dance Get your feet off the ground, get the dummy And if you believe then you can fly If a man can read, then he
Hmmm, yeaahh Hmmm, Hmmm? Can anybody tell me why I feel like I just lost control And I can't get it back no matter how hard I try There's no real way
Hard to find a way to get through, it's a tragedy Pulling at me like the stars do, you're like gravity Even if the wind blows It makes it hard to believe
[Chorus] Ferrari Lifestyle Tell the haters I'm sorry I'm passing them on the rise what can they say now Ferrari Lifestyle Tell the haters I'm sorry I'
You've got the money, I've got the time You want your freedom, make your freedom mine 'Cause I've got the style it takes And money is all that it takes
Honey, it's been a long time coming And I can't stop now Such a long time running And I can't stop now Do you hear my heart beating? Can you hear that
I'm not a perfect person There's many things I wish I didn't do But I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you And so I have to say before
Life-Style just another headline Life-Style stealing your time (?) are you ready? are you ready? Life-Style just another headline Life-Style stealing
Last time I talked to you, you were lonely and out of place You were looking down on me lost out in space We laid underneath the stars, strung out and
There's a fracture in the color bar In the backseat of a parked car By the liquor store where the streetlight Keep you company til the next night In
~ [Verse 1] ~ Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X) Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder
Supreme lifestyle The one I used to hate The one I used to drive away My dream stay awhile I can't concentrate I pray you never relate I see your wicked
You change the game I like your thug style Hey you it's me turn the music down So you can hear my invitation Now what I want you to do is come through