you love Don't step on cracks in the street Make your wishes count on the clock You don't leave your shoes on the bed If you want to be with the one
Tercüme: Dokuz Gün. Yatak üzerinde Ayakkabı.
on the one you love Don?t step on cracks in the street Make your wishes count on the clock You don?t leave your shoes on the bed If you want to be with
't harm me If the shoe was on the other foot you probably try to starve me Don't get your life token I know I got you shooken This Bed Stuff fly girl
My niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9-9 Betta kill 'em all dog Bed make as they fall wid the 12-gage you bustin' on niggas So what now, come
With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet Tryin' to lure your kids, with him, into bed It's a sick world we're livin' in these days
brain is hurtin' Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em Open up your mouth
new shoes, come pickin' time Get new shoes come pickin' time Every night when I go to bed I thank the Lord that my kids are fed They live on beans eight days
the crop when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at e-double, kickin microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin
new shoes come pickin' time (Get new shoes come pickin' time) Every night when I go to bed I thank the Lord that my kids are fed They live on beans eight days
down) And representing, H-Town (H-Town) My homies, are always down (always down) Whenever, I'm rolling round (rolling round) I keep my hand, on my strap (on
land got glocks fa days on the 9-9 Betta kill 'em all dog Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on niggas So what now, come nigga get buck
m under surviellence my phone on deck But I don't be on there cause the crackers is on it Greezy my home, grizz his too And we is the shit tryin feel our shoes
incredible!" With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet Trying to, lure your kids, wit him into bed It's a, sick world we live in these days
pocket full of rocks that icey Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers
