get around much anymore I thought I'd visit the club I got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't get around much anymore Darling,
Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Oh,
Traduction: Paul McCartney. Ne pas Get Around Much Anymore.
Traduction: Paul McCartney. Don `t Get Around plus beaucoup.
Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Oh, darling
Give me fifty hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise (boy) I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get
Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get
(woo!) Its more heat when I spray off rhymes The prices is up like floor seats at playoff time, You Feel Me? [Paul Cain (PAUL) (DJ Clue):] Chea ( Yea
Fizzle my man Fabolous right now Paul Cain hes in the building Street Fam Its about to go down Fab please please bless it [Fabolous:] Yes sir Got my homie Paul
I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
I get my paper yeah I get my bread I don't give a damn what you bitch niggas done said Talking down on me cause I'm a get my spread I ain't tripping
lace your shoes up bitch, (up bitch) I bet you won't fuck around, (around) Cause I'm the coldest nigga in my town, (my town) You can get your shit, and
you ain't know now you know From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame [Hook] Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good Nothing but diamonds around neck and around
(Paul Wall Ft. Z-Ro and Yung Redd) (Paul Wall 1st Verse) When you up, you up And when you down, you down but when you fall off just peep out who still
she's trippin' [Bridge: 112] [Chorus 2X 112] [DJ Paul] Now y'all can't shut this down yet I just got this girl wet From this watch and this chain around
Yeah... yeah... it's 50 n****!... Yeah... yeah... yeah. Yeah [Verse 1:] Smile n**** my next album might be my last Got what I came to get, the stacks
she showed me it Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] It's Paul