paroles de chanson Long Live Ivana - GhostLaFa

Cameron Look at mommy hey Tudda
Cameron Look at mommy hey Tudda

Waco St veteran
Eastside Kurrupt
Niggaz know deal
You know what's in tha cup
Backstreet dope dealer
Crack in tha jeans
I ain't got a point to prove
Damn near all my uncles Fiends
And my aunties is hustlers
Relatives is killers
I did this shit for Celli
Shit I know that he remember
Legion court trailer house
Freezing in the winter
Ramen noodles
Chili dogs
Cereal for dinner
Rest In Peace to Zeb
Scooter
My Sister
Cameron still bad but he working on his Temper
Mama doing better
But she cry because she miss ya
And your daughter just like you
Still fight me when I kiss her
Long Live Ivana
Right after the funeral I took off to Atlanta
Posted in the studio
With pistols and a Camera
Gary Peyton in the cone
Burning Crystals in my candles
Look it's ESK forever
Shout out my nigga Meechie
TYT Boogie
Drizzle
Geechie
They used to ride the bus
And holler Ghost when they see me
Jogging down Martin Luther
Crack rocks in my Beenie
From Westside to East Park
Where I'm from you Funky Mack
Or you Squabble Heart
Montay
Charlie Hawkins or The Jackson Boys
Played Ball
Or I know some Mexicans buying body parts
Still cooking up just for wings
Just me & my lil brother
His Patners and Jesse Lee
A condo in Miami
Few bitches out of ya League
Plotting how to open hot dog etc on the beach
Ahh

Your phone going dead?
Nah nah what y'all doing?
Nothing laying in the bed watching coach Carter
Watching coach carter?
Yeah Coach Carter Movie