Can make me feel the way you do I love you, I love you I love you so, baby You know I just can't I just can't let you go
can make me feel The way you do I love you, I love you I love you so, baby You know I just can't I just can't let you go
Traduction: BB King. Je ne peux pas te laisser partir.
shit Every other city we go Every other city we go Things just ain't what I used to know Things just ain't what I used to know [Verse 2: B.o.B] Yeah
I can't spell and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on
I'm bustin at em look how fast I reach mine The only thing hanging is the pants on you Knock you out u swear I had ciara's feet dancing on you All my
I don't answer my phone I can't hear it cause my music to loud I'm bangin' on chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome(rollin chrome) I'll keep rollin' chrome
his grind, chasing that feddy These fellas they ain't ready, they lightweight and I'm heavy The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto I keep dropping bombs, cause I just can't let go I
I call it like I see it, and I can't be nothing but real I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal I'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon
they let me slide I guess it's because of the dark skin I have Ain't no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have Is it a hundred mile motherfucking
shit I'm the Los Angeles king and "You Remind Me" of Mary, the R&B queen I got the "411", what's crackin' What I owe you for helpin' me go four times
like that? How can, you be so thick, and have a waste like that? It's important to keep it so gritty-gritty, I know You can, smile in my face and then
due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don't wanna see a thugsta hit with a Grey Goose. Or
On You Bow Cause I'm The Shit I Know Ya'll Smell It And They Sayin I Ain't Got If You Let Them Men Tell It I'm The King Of The Countdown Who Wanna Get
she to you? Don't lie to me. Who is she to you? My eyes can see. There's something going on between you 2. I think you better let me know, that's fa sure
most venomous rap I be the god father of the club banger, let me hear you clap You can applause me from the very beginning You can give me yo, standing
