't hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
on the generator No good food in my frigidator, damn And I'm late for work Don't that sound bad, horrible, no inspiration, no goals I know it sound like
Traduzione: T-PAIN. Suoni Bad.
t hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
hit it and run, I ain't the one (Yeah let's go) [Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (Say what) [May:] You wanna jump all on it, how bad you want it
gonna stay? If your thoughts begin to tumble like the hills in Tennessee Don?t waste your song on me (Because it all just sounds the same) She doesn?t
know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this
a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this s**t yet Thug style
I know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up
one, I've always been bad at goodbyes. Has there ever been a good goodbye? Foolish lovers just like me, Even lose their memory. For they learn to make believe. Missin' you is pain
swore you wouldn't lose then lost your brain You make a sound that feels like pain So please understand This isn't just goodbye This is I can't stand
outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain't
not write you, cause I ain't like you You're just a fad, your double-time raps? Just twice as bad than anything you ever had Shit talk and you're zip
Used To Blow If Pockets Low I'll Let Ya Know (Don't Turn Around) A Hair Trigger That'll Bust (Don't Make A Sound) I'mma Tell Ya What To Do (Lay It
, she say I sound funny Embassy suites sittin on the bed countin money Illegal hustlin, dirty money mustlin Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or