The stairs didn't lead me anywhere! I'm taking the fire escape up to the roof. Don't care if it's not the way you find the truth And when I get up
Traduzione: Blue Man Group. Fino al tetto.
knot, understand you hot; you got my man popped in the most famous era, like when "Play the Fool" dropped Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the group
choke holds after getting chased by the po po?s You gon? ride solo or is you gon? group it? Or is you gon? think before you start being stupid Comin up
with two Destinys beef its always escalate in the future You ain't tough cause ten probably aiming to shoot ya Puss enough to make a neighborhood bum pick up a pistol Fill the clip up
] If I get off this probation... [echoes] y'all niggas is in trouble man! [echoes] {Whoooooo! } For real! [echoes] Lloyd Bank$! [echoes] Blue Heffner! [
or oreos, be stoppin' this fella Your prosecution's a crock! And us young bucks got 'em hot With blue troops in blue suits, they can't make us stop
leave her on the curb, with her lip curled Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up The seats really love
think you got it all setup You think you got the perfect plan [Prodigal Sunn:] We break your plans up Sunz of Man what Throw your hands up Stand up soldierly
holds after getting chased by the po po?s You gon? ride solo or is you gon? group it? Or is you gon? think before you start being stupid Comin' up in
hot; you got my man popped In the most famous era, like when "play the fool" dropped Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the group Them
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I leave her on the curb, with her lip curled Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up The seats really
probation yall niggas is in trouble man, For real Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple nigga the hottest shit out Muthafucka, mixtape is better than ya muthafuckin album yo Banks man
like who he? thats young khalifa man flier than the ceilin fan ooh he gotta group of fans i keep them groupy hoes yeah i gotta group of dough all up in
the perfect plan You think you got it all set-up You think you got the perfect plan We break your plans up, Sunz of Man, what? Throw your hands up, stand up
, understand you hot; you got my man popped in the most famous era, like when "Play the Fool" dropped Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the group
brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
