pills and powders baby. powders and pills. we spent the night last night in beverly hills. there was this chick that looked like beverly sills. we got
All day, we roll around gettin high If you feel me young punk, throw your smoke in the sky I'm a real rapper, with some thug mentality Nina ross so my
day, we roll around gettin high If you feel me young punk, throw your smoke in the sky I'm a real rapper, with some thug mentality Nina ross so my boss
the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer
of our timea??, undoubtedly a blurb I had written myself. Because of this, and also because men were not allowed to enter the convert, they asked me to come out. The night
Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills We spent the night, last night in Beverly Hills This chick she looked just like Beverly Sills We got killed
out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer
sign I'm building our lives on the dreams we string together Like Christmas Lights Slow down baby, the summer is over, it's almost time to go home But don't worry baby, the nights
me, Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea, Listen to my plea, listen willow weep for me, Gone my lover's dream, lovely summer dream
York type You know the type to push niggaz off bikes One summer only rock Air-Force Nikes Gonna put it down answer the door right Go hard to the paper with all night
hangin in the window In the evening on a Friday night A little light shining trogug the window lets me know that everythings alright (Dank an nina fur
