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Slipping away, what can I say, won't you stay inside me, month of May? And hold on to me golden days, slipping away. Sunshine on my wall to keep my mind
译文: 泰勒，詹姆斯. 套房20克.
: Slipping away, what can I say, won't you stay inside me, month of May? And hold on to me golden days, slipping away. Sunshine on my wall to keep my
thick Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm the player for ya Sittin big on the 20 somethin
come up mathematically I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from my balls If I drop anotha album I did dat for
t no secret Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G. All
stand on the corner wit a pistol grip If you want to holla at us we ain't out for the squeeze All we want is yo purse 'Cause we out for the cheese Gator Boots and the suits
her knees by her bedsides A man walked in with a suit and a necktie [Chorus: Unknown Singer] Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days Asking for
puffing on my broccoli Doing 100 in a bucket, be like 20 in a 'rari (Meek Mill) And I'm back on this shit again, Pressie blue like Michigan I put on for
payers Knife waver gat tooter life taker Nice flavor real fruity like Cly Davis Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it I been rich since I was 20
neck I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far Bullets for your credits, runnin yo mouth How
at 7,000 feet Turbo jets in the cockpit You flock with weak kids on the block with For protection I'll ruin your whole section For major alteration
make g's? San antonio, can we make g's? Louisiana, can we make g's? Florida, can we make g's? Jacksonville, could we make g's? Indiana, can we make g
mean you can HOLLA! [Baby] (???????) the house and somethin' Bought a green diamond - 30 carrots for stuntin' I'm the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this game Slide me 200 G
iced out Tiny Toe, Big G, my round's iced out An' Exey icey hot, Busy is too We get money, spit ice an' wear Gucci suits Let me tell you 'bout what
'mon rock Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on
