I'm starting to notice all of these tails on people I know And they weren't there over an hour ago My ears are ringing with the sound of squeaking And
I?m starting to notice all of these tails on people I know And they weren?t there over an hour ago My ears are ringing with the sound of squeaking
Prijevod: Say Anything. Rats.
say the devil beatin his wife The body bloody underneath the sheet is waitin for Christ The streets is hungry so I know they watchin Waitin to strike But anything
we got the Grand Canyon Last great American whale Last great American whale Last great American whale Last great American whale Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes Some say
club yellin' take it off My success is takin' off, I'm always workin', never takin' off I done that, did that, who her? I didn't hit that Cats be trippin' off them rats
Wale) Gold bottles, lot of bitches Didn't think I'm sorry I'm such a shallow nigga The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women Went out with rats
money I got everything You can't buy me all those minks and sables And all that stuff I want I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels Rabbits, anything
got everything. You can't buy me all those minks and sables and all that stuff I want. I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits, ...anything
rain you pour delicious When it rains it pours, when I rain you pour delicious You say you love me? But you don't know me! I can't feel anything (This
he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats Just rat, and catch your little body all rats Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah) The
Everybody say ah, ah Yeah, its 50 cent and Lloyd Banks and Young Buck Yeah, and Joe G-Unit! everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la la la) rock
Everybody say Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up An' still hit them
copy that cat Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne If ya stand for nothin' nigga, you'll fall for anything I'm bustin' any brain, they say that I
to study the flow of the blood in the lay of the land running off and eroding our relatives with red, white, and blue christmas lights in the greatest kingdom. i say
fucking L.A. bars, you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yeah, fuck your fucking act, you're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get anything
soda for your bitch ass, huh Cause that hoe shit won't last Chorus 2x [king george] Comin' from the bayou, a triple by the dosage Tryin' to dodge rats
