Well, I'm ready, I'm willing and I'm able To rock and roll all night I'm ready, I'm willing and I'm able To rock and roll all night Come on, pretty baby
Traduction: La bande. Je suis prêt.
to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes
In My Damn Chain! I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign I like you but, I really like your damn chain
I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes
the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
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 my wrist, I'm looking good Doubles breasted tailor made, I'm
me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin' If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the
to see (Unbreakable) Through the technical difficulties (Unbreakable) We might have to take a break But ya'll know we'll be back next week I'm singing
know I'm losing hope 'Cause she's so (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) And I'm just like cellophane 'Cause she sees right through me I know she's glitter
I thank you for coming out here but you know I just came here so I could see Bon Jovi I don't know I just wanted to see a free concert So I just decided
hand I'm never really free All my fingers need to taste Is just the skin around her waist There's a war paint on that pretty face but I'm ready. Oh
a rolled up bill and I?m ready to go I let the scent die in and out And I don?t care how long I last, On the constant drink and drugs, and don?t get
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, And if I'm fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir. At least I didn't fake it. Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
Fanny prepares to face the future without him: I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, Guess we didn't make it, At least I didn't fake it. Don't tell
