Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Prevod: Slim Thug. Dope po.
high when I flow Pulling that dope when I hit the door Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me
grenades Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin' Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin' For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the
what it is, patna This some light work, ain't even gotta call a doc for Mobsta, had the old Phantom now the drop, son 3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug
Man, I need a lighter, man, right here Yeah, whassup, Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit, shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today Is that right?
it so hood, levin' in the wood, candy paint goin' for them photos kept 'em good, she like that, I know that she like that [X3] [Verse 1 - Slim Thug]
fell off (niggas) My niggas run the North (are) You can't fuck with the Boss (trash) here come another loss [Slim Thug] Brace yourself, for the
Pssh, man I need a lighter man Right here Yeah, whassup Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit Shit I almost hit this motherfucker today Pssh, is that
It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,
And the game that we go don't stop I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup And you know that we always blowing herb And in the club, man, you know
they can catch it from anyone Send niggas to the ? the rest to hell I ? I don't like niggas unless it's jail And I don't box slim dog slim I'm less than
for the moment 'cause I'm afraid of my future Don't let me die, oh lord why I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry Shell shocked, I get that
[50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
go ahead and cover y'all eyes Look out here I come, stunt man number one I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun The boat, the plane, the Viper man
Talking: Ay man check this shit out, This just for da record man, The nigga young jeezy, the nigga fakin' man That nigga is not a thug man, That nigga
, how much dough you got to spin? It's so long you gotta spin, grab your man, slap your bitch Feelin flames with them clits, when the cops come, stash them dope
disrespectin' laws Just doin' it the Bone Thug way Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie And all these Mo Thug killers We them ex-dope
