missin' you 'Cause I'm missin' you, I'm missin' you All those lovely things you do I'll tell you true it hurts the way I'm missin' you
Oversettelse: Little Feat. Glipp 'Du.
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the fuck I inflict pain with pick And I'm coming to stick you let satin be with you Nobody will probably miss you when I diss you If you want to fuck
to stick you let satin be with you Nobody will probably miss you when I diss you If you want to fuck around with these two blad headed mothafuckas That'll leave you
your ass out of bed Cause you know the bus is coming If you miss the damn bus then you better start running Brown bag full of grub Yo you gotta eat
, this is gold wit yo gut It's understood, oh he be someone you can't see And that someone is me, too deep for you to believe >from the day of yo birth
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays Back then, when it really didn't matter days You would take that beating Cause you wasn't trying to be the only one who missed
FOLLOW MY LEAD AND YES, INDEED YOU WILL BE... POPULAR! YOU'RE GONNA BE POPULAR! I'LL TEACH YOU THE PROPER PLOYS WHEN YOU TALK TO BOYS LITTLE WAYS TO
it Coming back, coming back alone I miss you each day, day, day I miss you, why does it have to be this way? Yes, I miss you each day, day, day Why
that's split your skull With a tool, if you ever fool, with us all Did you ever think, if you blinked I wouldn't get you for your links, and your cash
off just frontin' But baby don't blink cause you badly miss something' (C'monnn!) [Chorus:] Yes I am a bad guy I can see you like it You can be the headline
Yung Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white When I'
you widdit We can be me and you, I know you feel it You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la" All you want, you can get it You can have all my time, let
You could just vision All of the memories Hennesy guzzling and you buggin Cuz you was just with him God called for his son it was time You gotta have
club you get it in your mug if you frontin We gangbang, it's just that our slang's a little different Aim a little different, spit game a little different
Excuse me miss why can't I get you out your panties In the back of the car On our way to the bar I got you on my list (I got you on my list) Grab your
