Quarta-feira, Abril 25, 2007

Ends.


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I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut. Everywhere that i went she was up in that cut swinging that butt like "place your ad here". Only rapped the benz and rocked the fly gear.
Brand name wearing, champagne wavin, jewels around her neck. A life-style she's craving.
Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending. If you do the lending, she'll do the bending. Straight machine-vending.
Its Money for tail. Shopping sprees get her on her knees.
And if you hit with the keys to your crib, you acting funny. Come home one day, find her counting out your money.
From the wetlands all the way to the apollo, if you're broke, she's spitting. If you're rich, she might swallow.


Some people would rob their mothers for the ends
Rat-snitch on one another, for the ends.
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends.
So before we go any further, im on my end.

Latest goodbye from Bruno da Silva Santos @ 3:06:25 AM
Pieces to mend my heart:

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