It's a lazy afternoon And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view But us two It's a lazy afternoon
Oh well, Annabelle, Baby. The prettiest girl in the town. Visions of grandeur, but no one around ya. Keep your feet flat on the ground. It started off
I've been lot in Los Angeles nothing but big blue skies and breast crawling down sunset on my hands and knees lookin' for something to give my heart a
CHORUS: He's a thief in the night Where souls are for sale, but nobody buys Please, believe me when I When I tell you His love Is a steal at any price
Traduction: Je suis Soundtrack Reed Fish. Prix \u200b\u200bRich - Je suis sur mon chemin.
Traduction: Je suis Soundtrack Reed Fish. Prix \u200b\u200bRich - Queen B.
Traduction: Je suis Soundtrack Reed Fish. Prix \u200b\u200bRich - Répartition Breakup.
Traduction: Rich Mullins. Steal A Tout Prix.
City girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace
City girls just seem to find out early, How to open doors with just a smile. A rich old man, and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player
i know where i've been There's a road We've been travelin' Lost so many on the way But the riches Will be plenty Worth the price we Had to pay
I like cadillac So we shooting till the song is up Little boys are acting up Baby mothers are going crazy And the leaders all round cracking up We goat rich we fry Price
lonely But them broads I deal with got me still singin I hate you bitch I don't wanna die lonely But I kno 90% of the hoes jus fuck with z-ro tryin to get rich
dying [Z-Ro] Poverty stricken and headed to prison Running because of the life, you looking for codeine Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price
fair Somebody put a price on my head for living dead Hoes was capping but now they in my bed, but they choosing to giving me head Rags to riches, sagging
les anomalies, Si la vie est sale, ca veut pas dire que c'est moi qui la salis, En plus le fait d'avoir vendu des skeuds, on croit que je suis riche,
table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Get out my face, hoe! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I don't give my riches