Fly away, Birdie, oh! Bring something home To my Baby-Bo; Bring her a feather And bring her a song, Soothe her with music The whole day long
Traduction: Paroles Enfants. Baby-Bo.
Fettucinni, love to see me Work for my candy, I'm a let 'em know [Repeat Chorus] [Repeat Hook] [Verse 3: Baby Bash] On Tha Cool, she baby boo
Capitol, my federal Fettucinni, love to see me Work for my candy, I'm a let 'em know [Repeat Chorus] [Repeat Hook] [Verse 3: Baby Bash] On Tha Cool, she baby
me, baby And I know you don't mean me no good That's why I blame myself, baby Because I didn't treat you like I should Oh, I was too good to you baby
baby, yeah baby, come on home" Jane Horrocks (spoken) Do you, do you really want more? Jane Horrocks Every hour in the day you'll hear me say "Oh baby
we'd part Ev'ry hour in the day...you will hear me say Oh baby, my baby Baby won't you please come home 'Cause your mama needs some lovin' Baby won't
you gotta get your hustle on. Gone, Gone Baby gone baby, don't be long. (gone baby) Gone Baby gone baby, don't be long. (Uu Uuuu) Gone Baby gone baby, don't be long. Gone Baby gone baby
so good to me. Yes, she is. I couldn't picked a sweeter cherry Off the cherry tree. She's my baby. She's my baby, aogh. She's my baby, My baby. That
angels sing (Chorus) Let?s make a baby king Let?s make him Lord of all Let?s give him everything Let?s make a baby king Now, you remember little King
Baby I'm Liable To Fuck Up Ya Whole Life I Gotta Train Her, Now She Suck Me With Ice I Call Her My Lil Bust It Baby Cause She Keep It Tight Whenever
baby Check the track record nigga, we been balling lately Coming down on a daily baby, thought we was broke Followed behind that Z-Ro, and bo'poking on
(feat. B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40) [Tupac] They say [Intro/Chorus:] [B-Legit] Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin [C-Bo] Where I can pile
GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be
baby! Can't escape my past When I flip Rocawear, I told 'em give me money cash Yeaaaah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my counts Still hustlin, baby
[Vinnie Paz talking] Yo, this fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby Esoteric baby, 7L baby We takin' y'all motherfuckas to war Teachin' y'all how to rhyme, awrite So
it for the G's, I do it for the streets, this one for history, I'm toastin' this to me, glasses in the air (it's a celebration baby), glasses in the air