has flown to you just like a dove It can fly, it can fly And oh, oh, please take my heart and keep it close to you, take it in, take it in My heart
has flown to you just like a dove It can fly, it can fly And oh, oh, please take my heart and keep it close to you, take it in, take it in My heart attack
"It breathes, it eats and it hates The only way to beat it, is to think like it" [Talking:] At it again Hmm [Equipto:] I surprise with the amazing,
[feat. Chip Tha Ripper & Whatzisface] Yeah, as comfortable as a mug The rug under my feet you see it keeps me from pulling it up I'm young, I got my
pumps Shit to make ya body shift, make ya body jump Take it to the heat, take it to the street Less they short, ain't no talkin shit, take it to my meat
Now you hear me, and you out to take mines I break it down, line for line, so forget it And I know why I spend time here, cause I shit it It's on now
slandered my name on that Gee Street strip Yo, Heard that Dread ran him off the Gee Street clique Picture hard to scale, It's heavy white, It's very
ain't half steppin I'm a cold young man west Cleveland represtenter My bitch could take your bitch home with her I'm hot and cold, but never lukewarm
over Respect the gangster, and the drama that come with it Honest, there ain't another crew more dumb with it Got cash, pockets stay all fat Cock back blast, hot
playin' them mind games I got it stitched up like a tailor When we at war, I call my favor Party on they boss, the rest gon' flake Take his head off,
) I take 'em in the middle of July With tha drop top down in the park When it's summerin' These ice creams lookin so fly That I just cant lie It
Tell me whats your flava [x4] I take 'em in the middle of July With tha drop top down in the park When it's summerin' These ice creams lookin so fly
you can't get no whiff of this I roll it up myself and then I smoke it till the end of it I I'll burn it half way down and iput the clip behind my ear
tell me that if you smoked You'd lose your hope, and it would stunt your growth I used to chip in with the other young folks Back when it came in little
Old Fan With A Chip On His Shoulder Who Only Owns A Half Of A Magazine And The Only Way To Have It Seen Is To Put Me On The Front Of It Again Only