Testi:
C21 Be With You Again

gonna let you know Baby look at us I don't wanna live with my fingers crossed Could I tell you this Could I show you that I just wanna be with you again

here) Yo, I'm on the guest list (what's your name?) A.K.I.R. (you ain't on the list fam) Fuck is you talkin 'bout yo? (You ain't on the fuckin list, get

hurt You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot Wheels You a double A-R god, the bluntiest You know we

don't be trying to roller skate Fuck all the discrete shit; I get on some deep shit I am 21, tell me who do I compete with I'm on my elite shit; you could

is kickin' like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be

fuck your sis, that ass gettin fat She might be 15, but she 21-stacked You mad on a fuck? The pussy ain't no bigger See, you can still be my homie to

act, lookin for some niggaz to hit And if you ever think it can't happen to you You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes I ain

what I'm gonna be That's kinda sad, cuz a pick-up she's-a gonna be Wanna be in my videos with ho's, 4's The pose with pretty toes and clothes She goes

youngest son is a thug Wakin up in cold sweats, filled my body with slugs Nightmares and shootouts, keepin me awake Don't be amazed when you see me with a .38 I'm all alone with