Lyrics:
into my twenties Now my heart is glad my head and hands are free Now my heart is glad my head and hands are free How far I’ve flown All those nights I
Party like we're twenty one, twenty one Love you but I gotta run, gotta run I'm calling up everyone, everyone And if you want the addy You should
stopping till whole fucking twenty three on Brand new glock with the fucking beam kill in its fucking over ain't respond Bitches hit the line mad I aint
to do. For 20 years that little Golden Band Was a bond they shared in life, She proudly wore it there on her left hand, It showed that they were man
bought it, I'm so sad[01:20.28]You know how I spend a check[01:21.40]I get it in flex[01:22.89]My new bitch she get wet[01:24.28]I make shit get
twenties My scope I keep it on steady Pull up shooting like Nelly Ball so hard like Penny After you kick it with a nigga like me Ain’t nothing you can do but
chimes[00:15.27]It rings[00:16.65]I suppose I wouldn't know[00:20.34]I try to be positive[00:22.02]I find solace but still the clock chimes[00:32.34]Does it ring for
Come here baby Come real close Lemme tell you something You don't even know In 20 minutes imma bring you home Walk in the door and take off ya
I don't know If I'll make it to Twenty-eight I have no clue What fate holds for Me tonight Or the next five years Or any other Day I just know
We're single now and we're twenty-one We're twenty-one We're twenty-one We're Two, One Two, One Two, One Two, One About to jump the gun for the big two
the score and nobody can block it I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket Let that boy hit a lick til' that hornet say stop it Got eight
2.0 baby I on Go f yourself Me and my Head high, my breath light My past is 300 Baby baby baby you're so blonde Baby baby baby you're so blonde 2.0
corazón J'suis le futur Hugh Uffner 2.0 L'amour braque Francis Huster Problèmes d'égo Ola chica Tout en finesse à la Oladipo Bien trop sale bien trop ghetto
I miei raga non in 4 e 20, ma in 20 sul 4 Delle 4:20, rincasando da lavori eterni Ero di casa in ferrovia, fanculo la nostalgia Salto su un aereo e
afraid Tonight, I fight with my dreams Princess, I'm coming to save you Twenty years from the stars Because I'm falling in love with you Step two, I try
over And never find a better man than me Oh, when I die, please bury me In my twenty dollar Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch
to go inside my bag Didn't want to pull up now when i come through i make em mad 20 Bottles on my tab yeah Ima make sure that you Mad yeah Ima make sure
And this is how I answer the question Where was I? An inside And an outside Of a building Twenty stories high Am I dreaming? Or is this a building
Technicolor 20/20 vision Hit twenty then fucking karma came in I got niggas that been really waiting Crying silent they can barely take it Lost
hold the fuckin' pack down Dont open up the club cus we won't let you close it back down Twenty different brothers twenty mothers it's confusin' I got
a vision That's 20/20 pimping Boy we sliding and slipping We popping and gripping Since Slip and Slide records had the city rocking with it, ya I function
Uon kno bout da struggle, uon kno bout da pain Shoot first no questions, and we ain't sayin no names Trappin twenty seven, and hittin licks in da
Give me some room Give me some space Give me a line Somebody call the police Tell them to give me like twenty to life Cause everybody about to die
that real ones Middle finger up, give no fucks That's a dub Tryna chop it up That's a dub Don’t give a fuck times 20 That's a dub Now u wanna work That's
Discuss these 20 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In