paroles de chanson Face Down feat. Panther - Black Tiger Sex Machine , Panther

Ohhh ... Fast life
Raising through these brick walls
They raise that glass high
We're not making you shine like Chris Cole
Oh yes, they spit your name
And it feels like fire and pistol
Montreal to Boston that wise masked off this fall
All the bass stands in the flow
Drop that beat down cause it dope
I got a wrist flip and that dope
I got to blow it out of my soul
Let'me get cake down from that flow
You can just tales hard as I go
Hop and get down (down) with no guild
You can just tell I got no chill, I got no chill

Work hard and you and up counting 'em bills
Play hard and enjoy its best thrills
I'm a shotgun these copies always get hurt
Gotta got it first and you end up
Face Down ... in the DIRT!