don't tell me you love me, don?t tell me Don't tell me you love me, love me do Don't tell me you love me, don?t tell me Don't tell me you love me, love
Traduction: Kid Rock. Ne me dites pas You Love Me.
no one So, don't tell me you love me Don't tell me you love, love me do Don't tell me you love me Cuz love's one thing that I cannot do And it's the
you gonna love me and Right now you probably want me, but Later on you gonna need me and (yeah) Right now you don't like me, but Later on you gonna hate
, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't
up, say ?wassup? before you sleep tonight Tell her you love her and thank her for what she did You may be grown now but remember being a kid when she fed you, shit You
s almost done, why don't you go and break down enough for another one And roll me some [Mac Miller] Hey, then you can pass that The kid who rock a snap
to me Me I don't wanna have to leave you I don't wanna have to go Ho baby Please Please stay true to me Me I don't wanna have to leave you I don't wanna
on, girl (You go girl) etc. (Tell em brother!) (Tell em brother!) (Yeahhh!) (Tell em brother!) (Tell em - Tell em brother!) (Yeahhh!) (Tell em brother!) (Tell em brother!) (Yeahhh!) (Tell em brother!) (Tell
you that I understand You are appreciated [Chorus:] Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't
you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me But you will respect me Or get it in
/ 2Pac * Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? *
help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck. You'd rather be in
the hood I ain't hate, but I the low I didn't think he was good We wore timberland boots, carhartt suits, You can tell a nigga paid, when his filas shoes suede Rock
here) Revolution ain't them beats you record Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment Now don't
chest I don't need to wear a t-shirt Hoes looking at me like they trying to do some research Hoe, you don't know me Break me out the Kit Kat Titties
rock stars party like (You heard!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) Don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself
