paroles de chanson Biking (Solo) - Berry
Uh,
turn,
what
goes
around
comes
around
Ay,
turn,
turn
the
music
up,
uh,
yeah
Goes
around
comes
around
What
goes,
alright,
like
like
Life
goes
in
cycles
Everything
that
comes
around
goes
around
'Fore
it
goes
down,
get
you
some
ice
Life
goes
in
cycles,
what
comes
around
goes
around
So
'fore
it
goes
down,
nigga,
get
you
some
icicles
Audemars
before
all
of
y'alls
Wristwatch
got
a
Russian
face
like
an
oligarch,
uh
12
o'clock,
boy,
silly
nice,
huh
Willie
in
traffic,
I'm
Philly
nice,
uh
E.T.
on
the
handles,
uh
Handlebars
like
a
Xanax
Shammgod
with
the
AND1
moves
Throw
that
shit
'round
your
neck
Right
quick,
broke
boys
get
fixed
Right
quick,
Nigel
Sylvester
with
these
bike
flips
Uh,
that's
a
full
cab
and
a
back
flip
Uh,
sidebar
Arm
stretch
a
tee
like
I
nailed
it
Raf
movin'
slow
like
a
creep
Shirt
in
the
breeze
like
I'm
sailin'
And
I
walk
in
my
sleep,
I
can't
help
that
(I
can't)
When's
the
last
time
I
asked
for
some
help
that
I
couldn't
get
from
nobody
else,
yeah?
I
couldn't
get
from
nobody
out
there
(I
can't)
When's
the
last
time
I
asked
for
some
help
that
I
couldn't
get
from
nobody
else,
yeah?
Nobody
I
don't
get
weak
in
the
knees
Hundreds
spread
out
like
a
fan
Vert
feel
like
some
Gucci
sandals
Open
the
sky,
get
a
handful
Torso
marked
up
like
a
vandal
How
you
not
fuckin'
with
cash?
God
gave
you
what
you
could
handle
Gave
you
what
you
could
handle
I
got
the
grip
like
the
handle
And
I'm
bikin'
I'm
bikin'
with
me
and
my
Daniel
Hades
got
the
angels
TV's
got
the
angles
I'm
brakin',
got
Bikin',
I'm
bikin',
I'm
bikin'
slow-mo
Maybe
the
four
wheel
excitin'
us
mo'
I'm
cold
when
the
temperatures
dip
below
70s
How
can
I
be
burr
around
L.A.
coast?
The
diamonds
is
plural,
the
Tiffany
broach
On
my
lapel,
at
the
table,
I'm
givin'
a
toast
The
first
wedding
that
I've
been
in
my
twenties
Thinkin'
maybe
someone
is
not
somethin'
to
own
Maybe
the
government
got
nothin'
to
do
with
it
Thinkin'
maybe
the
feeling
just
comes
and
it
goes
Think
I
want
me
a
lil'
one
that
look
like
my
clone
Me
and
my
baby
can't
do
on
our
own
I
landed
a
trick,
got
my
impossibles
I'm
fuckin'
with
Addy,
I'm
watchin'
my
dose
24
hours
like
they
never
close
I'm
bikin',
I'm
bikin',
I'm
bikin'
these
blocks,
yeah
Since
Ben
Baller
sold
all
his
ice
up
at
Slauson,
ooh
I'm
bikin'
uphill
and
it's
burnin'
my
quads
(obstacles)
I'm
bikin'
downhill
and
it
sound
like
a
fishin'
rod
Savage,
I'm
bikin',
yeah
From
coldwater
to
the
shaw
Alcoholic
way
I
handle
the
bars
This
a
PK,
PK
Ripper
Nah,
you
can't
fuck
with
the
boy
That's
my
problem,
yeah,
I
got
'em
My
tire
smokin'
when
I
stop
Okay,
nobody
fuckin'
with
me
My
accolades
hang
from
my
neck
Pedal,
I
drown
in
the
heat
My
sapphires
drown
in
my
sweat
White
mags,
but
I
jet
Jackson,
I'm
savin'
the
streets
I'm
Roger
Rabbit
in
the
air
I
don't
care,
Big
Willie
Style,
yeah
Nigga
one
wheel,
one
wheel,
one
wheel
Nigga
one
wheel,
I
fishtail
downhill,
yeah
I
rose
my
rate,
brand
new
brakes
Why
I
name
it
Slater?
Ask
my
date
I
don't
get
weak
in
the
knees
Hundreds
spread
out
like
a
fan
Vert
feel
like
some
Gucci
sandals
Open
the
sky,
get
a
handful
Torso
marked
up
like
a
vandal
How
you
not
fuckin'
with
cash?
God
gave
you
what
you
could
handle
Gave
you
what
you
could
handle
I
got
the
grip
like
the
handle
And
I'm
bikin'
I'm
bikin'
with
me
and
my
Daniel
Hades
got
the
angels
TV's
got
the
angles
I'm
brakin'
Got,
got
me
fucked
up
Got
50
thousand
racks
Got
50
thousand
racks
Got,
got
me
fucked
up
Got
me
fucked
up,
up
50
thousand
racks
Got,
got
me
fucked
up,
up
50
thousand
racks
Got,
got
me
fucked
up
Got
50
thousand
racks
Got
50
thousand
racks
Got,
got
me
fucked
up
Got
me
fucked
up,
up
50
thousand
racks
Got,
got
me
fucked
up,
up
50
thousand
racks
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