When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore
when the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore
Traduzione: Heavy Heavy Low Low. Kids Kids Kids.
no number for it, this should be concerning ya mayne Look, ya can't sleep cause ya sin so heavy Ya sweating in ya sheets cause ya sin so heavy Ready to
hip hop shit, sing a long Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is It's that back yard bangin shit, that I rocked for the kids Clack clack, move
about it nigga we about it I'm low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude Just low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude Just low life'n with this
a clip I seen pappy get a brick or crack from fity fifth I'm not a game, I'm a gangsta Slap you with the fifth Lay low, eh yo! Back up in the mix I'm
town When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep Thats when real G's come out on the creep Midnight movin through the city on the low Sippin' on
y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low
of coke, and only gunna get a hundred dollars You could probably get some money if you come and holla Cause I got haze, and I cop K's So my block made heavy
Yeah...for my street niggas [Chorus - girl singing (Oschino)] The sun never shines in the ghetto It always rains in the hood Heavy metals ring in
me over grape juice and ciroc sips Married to a doctor, cuddle master Don't fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her On the low, she fucking
mouth to So now he gotta die, ha ha [Verse 1] Fo' fo' and 357 they cocked and ready Switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti Shit get heavy,
the low But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O.d Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live
script You see me riding on flash, when I'm parking the whip Before I enter the club, and endangered species Looking sharper than a mugg, and them heavy
, it's real You heard Millz real, and better believe it stupid cuz -- Nah, come on, Slay you know who to holla at I'm heavy ever where from Harlem to
where your kids at Where your other crib at, so that sheisty shit'll getcha kids kidnapped Skip I don't believe you did that, not the kids I'ma get mine
I got a hood bitch fetish I don't want her number unless she hood bitch ready Gettin' money, still off in the hood heavy I'm addicted, I can't help it
