I can take another bet, she loves to fuck, I must confess Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through I can't stand to be insane
Well I can take another bet She loves to fuck, well I must confess Well everything is so abused The little things, she puts me through Well I can't stand
I can take another bet, she loves to fuck, I must confess Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through I can't stand to be insane,
Traduzione: Freddo. Lo Switch.
I can take another bet, she loves to fuck, I must confess Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through I can't stand to be insane, you
peddal the four let this settle the score Now check it Won't have to rest to switch hands and Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans It a happened
Heard she gave my man Hurt, the same dirt on the same skirt, as the week passed; It's like the freak fast, catchin whiplash when them Jeeps pass Throw on the switch
tounge and the iron hand I make the final stand The final showdowns come round and hit ya As I throw down my gauntlet so switch the picture If ya, look
I wish you'd give me what I'm looking for I hit the light switch, then hit the front door I say farewell to the western front I?m having? second thoughts
we call it that? So if u knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys Ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches
cop fur when it's cool Chinchillas women wear, for the pool And I drop the Ja, I rule I'm like 50 Pacs not two, boy cold from sick ha-choo Ask myself
clever shine Like diamond grapes on leather vines Forever I regard it As the first fool that started Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted Hands, black hearted, cold
your head and I ain't even tryna sweat this shit Just spit these messages cause I'm blessed with it What if you had the chance to be able to switch hands
takin' nine showers Divine powers, ultimate man Hour glass runnin', dumbin' with a sword in my hand Drunken monk stance, run for ya Clan Switch form and open up like doorman Cold
Been greeted with a smile, In my back twists the knife, So quick to flip the switch, Never know quite what hit, Behind lines you know, True colors always
at times dilluted Rhymes are executed For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold Life's an
fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch
s like back on the bike To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets old and too cold
