ll Always Make...I Lost My Head And Now You Want Me Dead I Must Take Leave My Love For A Few Nothin' More Till I'm Siging In The Drink She Wants Me Dead
Vertaling: Een Man Army. Sy wil my dood.
i'll always make...i lost my head and now you want me dead i must take leave my love for a few nothin' more till i'm siging in the drink she wants me dead
a cheater She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who
Nevada I ain't dead like the Wiley in lethal saga, nah, I'm a leader I lead the cattle like a farmer See a girl once, she'll call me a charmer Stage
again Now they want me in the army but they can't harm me 'Cause I ain't no punk, I ain't under man to Uncle Tommy Props to Islam, it's getting brothers
Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin' Her and Barney had an army
who would break first, me or the dame Then she broke, and her mind was my possession (Prince I love you) That wasn't the question I only wanna know one
I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some
is brought to you Courtesy of the young man, young Carter And the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this Say
brought to you Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this [Hook] Say
Being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top I told the bitch to keep
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
[Chorus] If our worlds collide (It's my world) I hope you know that one of us gon' die (It's my world) It won't be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, It's
TV About the army yeah them bitches want to draft me What's on my mind is a bitch climbing in my bed Don't want no sex I want to dig into this bitch'
I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted
Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me
