bitter at the world, so sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing cause theres so much more to see dont wanna be rich, I just wanna be happy I'm still young
we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these lyrics
Översättning: Kill The Young. Kill Your Unga.
Översättning: Young Punx, den. Din musik är Killing Me.
at the world So sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing Cause there's so much more to see Don't wanna be rich I just wanna be happy I'm still young,
That we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these
, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill
a muthaf-cker Lil n-gga bigger than gorilla Cause I'm killing every n-gga that Try to be on my sh-t Better cuff your chick if you with her I can
the floor Don't stop keep it moving Put your drinks up Pick your body up and drop it on the floor Let the rhythm change your world on the floor You know
and barbies when i was young So baby Scream out Loud Scream-Screa-Scream-Scream-Screa-Scream Loud Cover me with your tender love with care Your not
Eagle on me you'll think I'm an Eagles fan Tony Braxton sniper rifle make you never breathe again Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill
her go but i love to watch her leave but i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and now we murderers because we kill time she saw Dr.carter
country folk And after him came President Polk Zachary Taylor liked to smoke His breath killed friends whenever he spoke Eighteen fifty, really nifty Millard Fillmore's in Young
my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin
lay down, I'm sick of the fraud, I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage. We all know your last name's what got you your job, You's a put together
me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter
me hows it taste? When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking
, call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock
