Lyrical scars tattoo your body in a few unwanted ways when you of all people deserve something more than that you need to be asked What would an angel
Well I thought life would get better as I aged but life's not like wine and all my problems still remain and I don't know if things every chance all
As the evening slowly fades to night you stay just as bright as the first time I laid eyes on you I search inside of me to try and find a few romantic
All those songs were about you I just made some story up so things wouldn't be wierd between us but I wanted to tell you everything right there but I
Money don't mean a thing to her but it'd be nice if on the front of a backburner She wasn't thinking about the things that she could have had If she
Everything feel into place tonight I put my cards down played everyone of them right now I'm ready to take home the prize I've gambled for. I see through
Traduzione: Ledoux, Chris. Cash che ho ottenuto.
out of control, that boy balling, that boy top drop low crawling That boy's nineteen, that boy's not stalling That boy mash for his green, that boy stacking cash
(feat. Big Pokey, Chris Ward, Lil' Flip, Mike D) [Hook x2:] Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (
all that you do And I'm gon make sure, all your dreams come true We had some rough times, no lights no gas Days without cash, that's the reason I mash
better do your homework you'll find out who you fucking with 'Cause I ain't full of s-cker shit, I'm joking no Chris Tucker shit I ain't even smilin',
G-Unit and we always in beef Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames! Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin Boxes
not glowing Where we're headed you're NOT going Tell your girl she needs to stop hoein Heard she got caught showing, her naked ass for no cash Loves
git an Ak'sent girl ya got ??? u not Ak'sent ur name is not on da VIP list da VIP list u kno Chris n Moe went Benjamin Franklin cash no checks U kno ??
ass, Allah you akba, make 767's crash, smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash, I keep a half a pound of cash, I thought I told you cats,
in _Menace_ and drive-by men Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank Hoes on the strip, bringin that cash in [Chorus] [Lil Chris
goin berserk charles CH is perfect with the Kurt bars just incase you mr. Like wilson, rappers on my rader, so it's hilson School niggas like readers make what you feel bend Ask chris
