you can hurt me baby, if you like You're already gone This is a song And these are the words This is a song And these are the words This is a song (
alone Hurt me baby if you like It's already gone This is a song and these are the words I don't wanna hear it Don't wanna hear it This is a song
Traduction: The Magic Numbers. C'est une chanson.
it alone Hurt me baby if you like It's already gone This is a song and these are the words I don't wanna hear it Don't wanna hear it This is a song
star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know
never let go. Cause your loves like magic, presto. Girl let's tangle up like a pretzel. Karma sutra loving baby let's go Girl I put you in a trance like
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces {in background:} Watch me get down and just do my thing baby {8X} Word is bond Let me do my
a homework excuse This time the Magic Number is two 'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce My destiny of love is brought to an apex Sex is a mere molecule In this
Yeah it had to be a Rock n' Roll song A song for lunatic let's go to Honk Kong Yeah it had to be a Rock n' Roll song A song for lunatic Let's all play
Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is givin me grace Now wait, another
in Nordstrom A culture, help a playa apart Catch these bars, you know I play her like a sport (hah!) Obie is never that nigga paying for that loft Payin
hand Just as you write my number down Just as the drinks arrive Just as they play your favourite song As the magic disappears No longer wound up like a
stick her anywhere cuz this motherfucker's so fine But I'm a beat her with the meat first I got a hell of a reputation as a champ but I'm a freak first
Snoop Dogg playa playa, I'm always with a bad bitch, you can say I got a bad bitch have it, see a bad bitch is like a fat blunt, I got one but you know
what is mine Surrender now or face my spite I grant you it may be Friday night But did you know this day Also numbers thirteen First I'll give you
back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this
number because you remind me of a month in the summer... (Darling, this song is dedicated to you) I can make you feel the same of you give me your number
on eyes I can't lie get high from rhymes to you know what I'm tight What a lady, what a night, oooh, and if you think this song is through, there's Untouchable
