of you riding me, baby I declare I ain't lying So you just get off of my back, baby Can't you see you're hurting me Well, you get off, get off, get off
Traduction: BB King. Get Off My Woman Retour.
tired of you riding me, baby I declare I ain't lying So you just get off of my back, baby Can't you see you're hurting me Well, you get off, get off, get off
t get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1: YG Hootie]
can celebrate Ok, I'm on my grizzle On my grind Go ahead try, top my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think
A King A Couple Mill, Work The Bling, Plus My Backshot Mean And Iam Fresh Out The Coop, Im Bouta Kill The Scene! Blah!Chicks Get Back! The Baddest Chick Back
I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin
and I copped it off on ebay I pop champ like its my b day, force power Under my hood like its an olympic relay My Flow Rida on time, no delay I rais
ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't
my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter
A, B alike, C alike The proper knowledge is needed Wit' Satan off my back, I'm at peace at night No more cops, no more Rodney King's No more peekin
need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If
Vet navigation system for any State Them special made tires To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside Stunna motherfucker, Rim trucks Sittin' on them motherfuckin' gittas, B.B. King
