CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Creationish
Books for the fire. phones for the wire. you gave them everything that they wanted like you were working for them. impaled on the fence. no stance to understand, you keep a safe distance
Mama ain’t work every shift to be questioned by her own kid
With my sisters and me in the LTD my family barely fit
She was not to be f**ked with by them crakkas that she served with
What would you do if somebody under you pullеd social rank?
Would you play that sh*t?
Convenience convincеs. god imitates creation. this is literal: rot or riot
Mama ain’t work every shift to be questioned by her own kid
With my sisters and me in the LTD my family barely fit
She was not to be f**ked with by them crakkas that she served with
What would you do if somebody under you pullеd social rank?
Would you play that sh*t?
Convenience convincеs. god imitates creation. this is literal: rot or riot
