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Traduction: Bijou. Ne vous voulez jouer (dans l'album This Way).
Traduction: Bijou. Ne vous voulez jouer?.
Traduction: Bijou. Ne vous voulez jouer? (Cette version Way).
chiffon satin room She never looks back She always looked good dressed in black CHORUS Oh...You're so special Oh...Who gives a... Do you want to play
this some shit, cool shit, real playa like [Chorus: Fabolous (Lloyd)] Hey shorty, we can do it real playa like We can go a few places that you say you
in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can
care Baby I Don't ever want to take the shirt off That's my dare You got a girl but you touching me like you don't care, Baby you Do you But just
till it's over But I travel with no passengers, you can't ride if you ain't doja I don't even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me Fuck
't goin back to the crack game (You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run) Bitches, let em point the finga (You can do it son; be a man and stand
Never had shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio. Do you
got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know
you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin
the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong You want war? I take you to war, now that
loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine
Cent] Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When I met you it was Guess and
you Thinkin' ima do it You gonna really make me hate you Prove sumthin, go out there and get it Bring it back to me Until then, you running yo mouth You
see him blast like an airbag Make his body bounce, bounce, 25 shell count Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with 50 missiles leave you livin
