Testi:
Frames The Fake

a lie.. And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side, And your telling me I should forget you Come on the guy's a fake What

a lie.. And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side, And your telling me I should forget you Come on the guy's a fake What

a lie.. And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side, And your telling me I should forget you Come on the guy's a fake What

a lie.. And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side, And your telling me I should forget you Come on the guy's a fake What

my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame

let out, all of the launch yet That's why ya plams sweatin', you fake bitch I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six You fake snitch, you get slashed

electric kisses, i'd apparently notarized forms excusing scalp slippage (sign this), the pain came on a makeshift main stage, and sentenced to in an inoperable eight bit frame

tight grip on all that fuckin cash we need Ain't seen no fire or no brimstone, but at this time it is warm Fake wall between Christian and Islam, this

about mines I live my life through your car Alpine Don't talk back, ho you thick In this club ho who you wit? Holla back, don't be fake like fruit I