you say i'm your best friend. well, you're not mine. always complaining about money all the time. why don't you grow up and listen to me. money can't
Traduction: Voodoo Glow Skulls. Guy cher.
: you say i'm your best friend. well, you're not mine. always complaining about money all the time. why don't you grow up and listen to me. money can
[Spoken:] One two three four five six There was a guy, and his name was Johnny B. The loudest man in the land Alright Ok Alright Ok Alright Ok Uh huh
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap I'm so fly, but you already know that i Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy But lil' man gon' talk
top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY
before I drop for real 'cause after I drop I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap typical mentality
Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That Way I Will Never Cheap Talk And I Call My Mommy Sweat
m a hustler, people, my life in the streets Watch the game, get you life in the streets My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost That way I will never cheap
Who's got What it takes to be My guy What it takes to make Me shine What it takes to get Me fired up Who's got What it takes to be My beau What it takes
't think so That boy there, well he's playing a fool He thinks he's funny and he thinks he's cool We'll I don't think so I don't think so Cheap date
beat Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap I'm so fly, but you already know that i Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy But lil' man
fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck out of here Chorus One: Eminem You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy
took a big trip They said you moved away Happened oh, so quietly They say Shoulda took a picture Something I could keep Buy a little frame Something cheap
they got is romance What a tragedy Every boulevard has lovers Every lover's in a trance The poor people of Paris I feel sorry for the French Every guy
she . . . [Gaston:] {whisper} Guess! [LeFou:] Now I get it! [Both:] Let's go! No one plots like Gaston [Gaston:] Takes cheap
