Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight home with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don'
Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don't stop
Traduction: BB King. Je vais quitter mon bébé.
Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight home with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don
sickas cell, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you Then I'm find
I'm pullin through, I see the little black hole that says I missed you. I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go I'm stress free there's no worries
yeah the king of the motherfuckin m-town See I reck you haters like i reck this cars Then I Then I trade it in like i trade this broads Walk up Walk up
fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Baby baby baby Look, baby girl work it, just don't quit See I love it when
in this muthafuckin house now Shakin and bakin, I'm stopin cause I'm gonna break it down Now here I come, and I'm a come and I'm a never quit So all
on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness I
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness I
clip and I'm pullin' through I see the little black hole that say, "I missed you" I can feel the expansion in my chest I let go, I'm stress free, there
for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I
in me I can't quit now, too much money's invested in me To my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby! All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, these niggas
for another who ain't Booya gonna suffer, Toni Cottura, dying would I for ya, My family is Booya like Daisy is my flower. Bülo made it yes! Jan and June gonna
