't hold too much They try to kill me through my dick with these hoes too much You stack dough too much You smack hoes too much Well you can blame it on
Prijevod: Kavez. Previše.
Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out (Marc Live) Enough talk, niggas talk too much
him or them It's insane Louise, she's all right, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too
safer man And if he can't give you what you want then come on by again. Priestess of the sun and moon and goddess of the wind You know too much to ever
safer man And if he can't give you what you need Then come on by again Priestess of the sun and moon And goddess of the wind You know too much to ever
' to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin' on and too much for me
Fitter, happier, more productive Comfortable, not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym 3 days a week Getting on better with your associate employee
I got it on an I.V. cuz I need it to survive Me, ???, and President Franklin got more than Felentine Man, yeah I could elaborate but it's too much to
mind's a cage inside the cage of rat Rabidly trying to get at you And your emotions, you and your emotion When your imagination has too much to say
fourteen She was hoping for a better world for this little girl But the apple doesn?t fall too far from the tree When she gets that call Hope?s too
Too much of nothing these days You often hold me tightly, I owe you everything You must be going crazy Opinions staking nicely and I'm still promising
I seek out the will You didn't know till its too late till now Divided by the things you could not see The land of the free There is no safe end And now
I dragged my bags off the plane today A little too much fun on tour Lord, please help me find my keys Or I'm banging down my own door All the cheerin
[Dappy] I dragged my bags off the plane today A little too much fun on tour Lord please help me find my keys Or I'm banging down my own door All the cheerin
took some paper along And that's where I made this song We talk real funny down here We drink too much and we laugh too loud We're too dumb to make
battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate, I done came way Too far in this game to turn and walk away
