Testi:
Lil Mo Pain Paper

the house mad cuz you never know if that person gone be taken away from you. And that's just real. I want you to listen to this lil story. I call this

[Verse 1:] Perfect, I know that you're perfect. It seems that you just can't do nothing wrong. I guess that's how you were raised all along. But honey

(feat. Jim Jones) 2 Worlds, 2 Girls, It Turns Into A Love Triangle I'll Tell You All About It So As I Zoom On Blowing Smoke To Get The _ Perfume Off

x2] [D-Gotti] Marvin Gators and blocks, eat gators and steaks on papers As I climb the elevator, housing and the ten acres Yeah the paper it grew, caused mo

playaz, we hustlin crazy [x4] [The Riddler] I'm from that city that breathed it live playa paper out there for everybody Trailthem creepin make that paper

I ain't tripping, po' the drank and get to sipping Sliding down the Boulevard, lil' nigga big pimping Breaking hoes changing clothes, play the game how it go Pushing wide body low's, no mo

't bring the pain and stop the fame There ain't nothing more to explain, you must insane It's like tryna stop a train in the rain Now if the bitch doesn't take ya pain

drive by's (Da, da, da) At my spot, at the angel spot so hot That we don't even see y'all passin' us by Leavin' although we exhibit the pain So much pain

in my game tah fuck with none of you groupy ho's I bring the pain tah, and rearange ya And blood stain ya, look at the way we do these ho's Lil' Lay