No problems or worries in my life, Just smooth sailing in my sights But as soon as I turn my back, Everything just falls apart I try to take these things
Traduction: Quinze. Pas de problèmes.
my secrets, & they might see a new me, But if i tell my secrets or expose my weakness, Then i can let em? tear through me. Mummy had problems, Daddy
t nobody wanna follow So I had to make moves, on my own man I'm one of the few, Houston rappers with a home man Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga
take it easy! Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard
Once upon a time there was A lucky and clever guy who tried To remove his little big problem: Keep people waiting Fifty minutes ten or twelve Bad habit
, we really need a hit single . . . Just think, I mean, the way the world's going today . . . with all the problems in it . . . I think I can actually
wrote that song, I was in that feel of that all the kids today, they just feel like they haven't got anything to do with the problems. Everything goes
when I wrote that song, I was in that feel of that all the kids today, they just feel like they haven't got anything to do with the problems. Everything
you might have hated me Still, that's not the only problem that I can see Dead since 1973 You've been dead now.. wait a minute let me see Fifteen
just wanna be friends But baby my friends don't have keys to my Mercedes Benz, no I think I know what you mean, you wanna talk and such Tell me all your problems
dem (big boy) [Nelly] Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites (Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte (Big boy) the only problem
Lois Lane I'm Out For The Paper, Y'all Out For The Fame There's Five Left In Your Fifteen Minutes Of Fame I Ain't Got No Problems Bringin' Drama To Y
duck Muh-Fucker Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada) What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone Blood sweat and tears nigga, been about fifteen
Ever since you've been gone My tired mind runs on and on Through my memories Of being with you I got to wonder why my love grows stronger As these lonely
Sippin' Ziffendales, up in Chippendale's Shop in Blooming dales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has, no problems spittin' cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen
