For what you did to me And what I'll do to you You get, what everyone else gets You get a lifetime Let's go Do you remember that day when we met You
the batch all itch no scratch FUCK FASHION FUCK (FUCK) FASHION Suck my addiction coz you got to FUCK FASHION FUCK (FUCK) FASHION Spit out victims fashion FUCK
For what you did to me, and what I'll do to you, you get, what everyone else gets, you get a lifetime! Lets Go! Do you remember that day when we met
Oversættelse: My Chemical Romance. Det er ikke et fashion statement, det er en Fucking Death.
: For what you did to me, and what I'll do to you, you get, what everyone else gets, you get a lifetime! Lets Go! Do you remember that day when we
All itch No scratch [Fuck fashion Fuck, fuck the fashion Suck my addiction Cause you got to Fuck fashion Fuck, fuck the fashion Spit out victims Fashion fuck
Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck
't go Above while: [Puffy] I'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make
motherfuckin' days This is Revelations, if it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck
deserve it, flawless diamonds, Louis purses My mission's to purchase earth for her, present the gift without the curse Her pleasure is my purpose, pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion
their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM Yes,their fashion
design me Somethin' Tommy Montana From Queens had before the '90s Drug dealer car Rush to the bar Move niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are Black
like strawberry shortcake, P Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in That millionaire boys club fashion Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck
up Yo, turn me up, turn me up, up some more Up, up some more, up, up some more Yeah, up, up some more I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest BBC fashion
I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave