I Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party
you I lost my winning ticket to lotto Still every time I raise my glass I try to drink away my past To the world I might appear to be the life of the party
Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party
Traduzione: Joe. Vita del Partito.
Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party But
wheels Bad bitches on big hills and Lugosi eatin' the big deals. I'm careful with pussy, pussy, cause pussy that shit kill What your life like? - My is like a rollercoster. [scream] Life
[INTRO: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Gettin dirty, y'all A.G. Party Arty D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [VERSE 1: A.G.] I hit
light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party
around you, damn But naw fuck it, just go for the kill And punch straight through it, these niggas straight foolish Thinking life is amusing, party and
I can keep paper chasing Or I can mash on the gas, catch for generation no more Clover hation Southern, gotta throw a platinum party And if them niggaz
Some girls go to church on Sunday Live life by the golden rule You got girls gonna graduate one day Some come laude from party school Some they walk
I'm the life of the party, baby, since you said good-bye Just ask old Joe, He knows, I'm here every night And that good old boy in the mirror looking
ya chance but'cha blew it It's time to turn Texas blue, I thought'cha knew it [Obama's speech:] The main party that brought you two terms of George Bush
doubt ????? god is a drought I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression ????? mixed with scherm for this musical session (STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life
For realer, live * nigga *, shit in my eyes If ya test my strength I'm a give you a surprise * nigga * Some want the quiet type I'm not the cat in the party
drive for a drive for Rodeo She spent pesos on those Lebeaus Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole She was so obsessed with her body and clothes To every party
a drive for a drive for Rodeo She spent pesos on those Lebeaus Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole She was so obsessed with her body and clothes To every party
