Petite fille de novembre Si blanche dans la nuit de cendre Trouble adolescente en sursis Comme un phare en mon amnesie D'autres desirs et d'autres lois
All the gold And the guns In the world Couldn't get you off All the gold And the guns And the girls Couldn't get you off All the boys All the choices
She speaks to me in Persian Tells me that she loves me The girl with golden eyes And though I hardly know her I let her in my veins And trust her with
get busy on they ass See that?s how that Chi-Town made me That?s how my daddy raised me That glittering may not be gold, don?t let no body play me If
young girl They wanna give it to me Wish I was in a flick And I ain't talking movies If ya young,if ya hot girl Shake what ya got girl I keep 'em singing
me, never heard a song so pure They said don?t be afraid, we bring good news to all the world With great tidings of joy for every boy and every girl
the work Two clips inside the purse Fuck me I'ma ride you first fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm... I need my pussy Lee tight figero White gold
better kick, rocks) [Baby Bash] [Verse 1] You think you're so damn cold, you could play me at your game While you wasting my time, girl, you so lame
' is nuttin nice (b*tch), Im out in Ohio man I missed my trial, Feds after me cuz i serve this D, got blessed as Golden child [Chorus] [Oral Bee
got that pepper Don't step up, please fall back Y'all can't ball, all y'all are wack Haters need hugs, you thugs need love And groupies fall in holes that gold
[Verse 1] I was on Miami Beach Saw the girl of my fantasy She was into finer things Bathing suits and diamond belly rings She was something like I never
I was on Miami Beach Saw the girl of my fantasy She was into finer things Bathing suits and diamond belly rings She was something like I've never seen
turns into gold (Yes it turns to gold) Everybody knows I've got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby) When I hit the flow the girls come snappin' at
Maybe one day we can go Hand in hand down a golden road And if I get there b4 u go I'll be waiting at your door In the future hopefully Well b together
'll like a rap disease 'Fo 'sho, girl I got that mojo Give it to you so slow That ain't like them other niggas who be havin' no stroll And girl I'm layin
'm on Patron girl your on Patron girl I ain't drunk but I wanna take you home girl Chorus: Till I take you home take you home take you home girl, girl