street, BLOOD with two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. I ain't no vegetarian, b*tch I like the beef Put your lips on the .. make
One dream of life and death One god One sex It's in your solar system It's in my super star There's nothing more persistent Than the planet of our heart The flame
you livin in the cold world [timbo king] cold world, what? [ndira] todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [timbo king] Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear
Take my lips and sew them shut Without words I'll dry up and blow away She said that we were both so out of touch And when we talked we'd say things That
Stop-stop doin' crime, first one to pop the nine Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last
I'm gonna say it again So good that I can't explain When she does what she does she's gonna do her thing Over here Miss Lane Come on, get fly with a Superman
can't call it You got asshole lips you might as well talk shit Cuz you can't play me I'm like a broke walkman Dungeon and Dragon flames cooked ya brain
to Carolina! If he don't talk, stuff his mouth with the pacifier. Put his brains on his cali' make him feel the fire Flame broil his lips, guns is lows
World [Timbo King] Cold World, what? [Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [Timbo King] Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type Ignite
like fluid drained from rainclouds It seems simply amazing, marvelous super spectacular I?m far from starving livin off of Jah vernacular Every word I heard from his lips
good I'm a say it again So good that I can't explain When she do what she do she gon do her thang Over here Miss Lane Come on get fly with a Superman
m gonna say it again So good that I can't explain When she does what she does she's gonna do her thing Over here Miss Lane Come on, get fly with a Superman
I'm a say it again So good that I can't explain When she do what she do she gon do her thang Over here Miss Lane Come on get fly with a Superman You
stop doin' crime, first one to pop the nine Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last Swift