just a grab in your skirt And this is my way to say with no delay I'm never going fucking your way, no I'm needing this time to make up my mind Every
I'm needing this time to make up my mind every time when we're lonely together I think of the options I've got you have disturbed me for a long time
a grab in your skirt And this is my way to say with no delay I'm never going fucking your way, no I'm needing this time to make up my mind Every time
Traduzione: Raised Fist. To Make Up My Mind.
violent And what I'm sayin makes many of them sick of me Matters in the least, I raise my hands in victory One is a fist, the other is a peace sign So
diamonds and karats The finest and fairest designed to blind the mind of a savage Luckily I was raised by the Adriatic That taught me how to keep my lyrics
body, rhythm makes you move your mind Rhythm makes your elbows groove, rhythm makes that behind move Rhythm makes the people move, rhythm makes you want to move Rhythm makes your mind
So by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up The grip and the bitch, yeah, stays
s best that you peel For real, yes I get dirty with my skill No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin
so rugged, I make a nigga act up Gettin so hype, on a mic that it cracks up The more I warm up, thoughts get drawn up Then I communicate, and rappers
I got my mind made up, originality.... And one things for sure... I ain't ya average MC [Verse Two] This ain't your average thug, dodging slugs ain't ya average rapper who grew up
dig) I hope I don't get stopped before I make it to my block [Chorus - 2x] [C-Murder] Ice on my wrist (ya dig) ring on my fist (ya dig) Hit you with
a heap of trouble if I didn't juggle these rhymes You know these God-forsaken issues make you wish you could fly Sometimes I wanna put my fist to the
shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, Pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want Pop
ain't true to find the zenfinite sound and a The revolution poppin off right now I make you rase your fist, raisin up right Raise your fist that busted
sides like Gamora My poisonous is released, gas from the canister Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it's axis I make a good day move slow like
a fist to a mic [B-Legit] I'm from the block where they raise you up Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up Big shot niggas fade you up I'm in the cut where
