(U-God) (Chorus) ruff out here im out here fightin cold and hungry fish ain't bittin Life's so frightening i'm damn near thumpin cold and crumbling
[U-God] [Chorus] ruff out here im out here fightin cold and hungry fish ain't bittin Life's so frightening i'm damn near thumpin cold and crumbling
Traducció: U-God. Fam.
: [U-God] [Chorus] ruff out here im out here fightin cold and hungry fish ain't bittin Life's so frightening i'm damn near thumpin cold and crumbling
Mr. Perez Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth And nothin' but the truth, so help you God? Fuck you, Honor Pitt is back for another one This
hungry So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story, about me People ask me how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T H U
out there promoting him Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice him Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian The God of mixtapes
nice I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, nigga sittin on a Beretta said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry
, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always take it out on me why u always showing out in front company? [CHORUS] [8 Ball] man aint never seen one look like u
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may god forgive the nigga who lives
slangin dem quarters, I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla! Pushin in weight, from state to state, Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U
, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they
There's only one u, there's only one u There's only one u, you're the only one You're the only one, you're the only one, oh, oh My baby he's the perfect
Houston, Texas, the third largest city in the U.S.A We really off the hook, we off the chain man No doubt, off the rip, ain't no telling about me Busting
moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like an ode to God That he
bitch Ain't nothin stoppin us, tell u what the problem is I'm on top of my game but these niggas won't acknowledge it So a nigga hungry as a plastic
bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only
