paroles de chanson Hard Fillings - Wali Bird
Oh
(Woah
woah
woah)
Yeah
Oh
(Scirt)
God
knows
(Oh)
Everything
that
glitter
ain't
gold
but
you
running
out
of
time
again
See
that's
your
problem
you
don't
listen
The
difference
between
us
is
the
distance
We
were
like
siamese
how
we
tear
apart
It
love
in
the
air
but
hell
everywhere
Nigga
that's
my
seat
how
could
take
my
chair
Oh
yeah
kool
aid
I'm
busting
through
her
wall's
Girl
you
know
that
feel
God
Filling
this
song
with
feelings
that's
hard
for
me
In
a
black
space
the
ain't
seeing
me
In
a
rat
race
I
could
see
the
cheese
A+
but
I'm
the
bee's
knee's
aye
she
bugging
me
suddenly
Just
spoil
me
with
loyalty
bitch
I'll
treat
you
like
you
royalty
Coming
to
a
conclusion
we
in
ruins
Flew
in
just
in
time
to
save
you
On
a
island
ocean
blue
Ain't
no
take
in
the
movies
what
you
doing
Ain't
no
losing
but
you
losing
all
your
sanity
I
rap
with
the
moon
and
the
stars
off
the
space
cadets
It's
hard
feeling
when
it
great
sex
Probably
didn't
wear
a
latex
neither
It's
hard
feeling
hard
feeling
God
I
know
you
see
us
These
niggas
party
with
Madea's
smoking
biscotti
with
an
Alyea
In
a
two
seater
yeah
I
need
Franklin
like
Aretha
I
want
a
SRT
jeep
like
the
creeper
Where
did
you
get
them
eyes
they
some
keepers
You
got
nine
lives
four
five
probably
leave
ya
She
a
queen
like
Latifah
Smoking
some
sativa
(Yea
yea)
Everything
that
glitter
ain't
gold
but
you
running
out
of
time
again
See
that's
your
problem
you
don't
listen
The
difference
between
us
is
the
distance
We
were
like
siamese
how
we
tear
apart
It
love
in
the
air
but
hell
everywhere
Nigga
that's
my
seat
how
could
take
my
chair
Oh
yeah
kool
aid
I'm
busting
through
her
wall's
Girl
you
know
that
feel
God
Filling
this
song
with
feelings
that's
hard
for
me
Uh
like
one
time
for
real
ones
Niggas
keep
playing
but
these
niggas
they
got
real
gun
Beggars
going
be
choosers
but
you
accusing
with
a
fake
tongue
Watch
out
for
the
snake
it's
a
rake
in
the
tall
grass
I'm
on
your
ass
cast
away
need
a
raft
Only
reason
I
laugh
cause
the
pain
in
the
past
I'm
just
ripping
through
the
tension
in
the
room
That
bitch
a
witch
on
a
broom
Don't
turn
bitch
and
turn
to
fish
and
get
consumed
(Oh)
Everything
that
glitter
ain't
gold
but
you
running
out
of
time
again
(Yeah)
The
difference
between
us
is
the
distance
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