blues, oh the blues, the blues Talking about the blues When the blues come over me Talking about the blues I have to go away The blues, the blues When the blues come over
nothing When the blues come over me The blues, talkin' about the blues The blues, oh the blues, the blues Talkin' about the blues When the blues come over me Talkin' about the blues
Traduction: BB King. Le Blues Come Over Me.
blues, oh the blues, the blues Talking about the blues When the blues come over me Talking about the blues I have to go away The blues, the blues When the blues come over me
with a women from tha start my mind marinated full of liquor remember me in "tha who the [? ] is thicka" but I'm on swangas Today and everything is blue over
x band Me in the [? ] and that Street Military R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery But it ain't over chip on my shoulder Catch me brand new candy
I can't find nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread And my partna Duke called me, and said he was coming over You know what that mean, them
, nigga then come get some [Hook - 2x] [Cl'Che] Got em all asking, who could it be That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E The classified lady, sho nuff Watch me
it Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't wanna come behind me with it bro Uggh, I killed this shit I ain't
on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a
sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B U N B
top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come
't hear it, I told ya It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!) On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa constrictor, Twista inflicts the
s to youngsters Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with
, show your paper If you shining, show your bling King of the Underground, holding the throne down Want to try and take it from me, hater come on
B] It's Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain't tripping See, Texas is the home of Screw music and drank Coming
