take it anymore i don't want to hear these words you're made to take the fall one step forward, two steps back, step back now! fake boys, fake girls, fake boys
Fordítás: Folyadék. Fake Boys Girls.
She drove a thousand miles a day and i don't wanna hear those records play she told me i'm not coming back we drove a thousand miles a day i don't wanna
I'll make mistakes on you take every call lets talk for hours i know how you look but i cant wait to see the way you look at me it was like a dream just
Its annihilation waiting for a call slowly driving me insane a mind wasted on the coldest of night dreaming alone for the end of time the longest months
I wonder if i peeled the skin from my fingers could i stop touching burnt flesh dripping down the back of my neck would i fall every time she starts
There's a thousand things i wanna say to you bridges burnt too fast too think it through and every time i jumped the boat she told me stay cool theres
(Instrumental)
you can stop and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped Let's go.. "And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at guard.." [P. Diddy
Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys
And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uhhh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake
ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard, I swear to God Life is a dumb blond white broad With fake tits
Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
VERSE 2 - Tyga:] Son look up father just shook us never was around like bush is war just came like Kane with bishop movies too different to act not used ta boys
to say this off the chain Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain And when these fake niggas
with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man slump you gon make them boys
to get my hormones in gear Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth but not in your hand Black pudd'n Separates the boys from
