you want me to be there's a part of me waiting for people to rise all she wants is a good time all she wants is a good time all she wants is a good time all she wants
Oversettelse: Love Spit Love. Alle hun vil.
huffin' paint and I love it, the more I suffer I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin' hates me, and I love
S CRAZY) Admit this the lines that I spit is ridiculous (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, how dare he play me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Told him next time he want to fuck
on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they all
like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all
all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all
, that's it We don't love dem hoes! I don't want to love you I just wanna.. fuck you One night, one night Just wanna fuck you (We don't love dem hoes
act classy, ask for a glass, please Grab a glass and get what? Ask for some bubble so I can get 'em all wet I said I don't want trouble but she said wanna get busy 'Cause she
She said she like the flowers, she said she like the ?, she said she like the vehicle, she know? (how you got it for real?) She said she like the paper, she
you make it rain when you throwin' change in a fountain Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin' He say I ain't all that, she say I'm outstandin' Them lames all
We ain't never had a problem getting ho's to fuck Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up I let this nut get all over her Another thick bitch kissing all
you want it come and get it now Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin' up cheddar
time to waste (Check it) Why is you over here lookin' at me While all these girls up in here? What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like Indian hair Y'all don't want
day I cant forget about and I dont wish no death on homie just want him to hear me out think about the past and all the many things we talked about think about all
on, son She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, "She's fuckin' with dude, she wants some" Homeboy, you better get a clue, she
it, you deserve the change all she want is a few furs of fame pop champagne , wear the chain nah me and T ain't letting them wear the chain unless she likes all
