out what it means I must be out of my head It must be something I said So come on I'll waste my life You think I'm out of my head But I'm romantically
Traduction: Mobile. Out Of My Head.
out what it means I must be out of my head It must be something i said So come on i'll waste my life You think I'm out of my head But I'm romantically
when you miss me, girl Baby, baby B-baby, baby Hey [Verse 1: Baby Bash (Carlos Olivero)] I'm out here stackin' duckies Playboy all about my bunnies That
you, that I ain't got a female Because I'm fresh out of jail, you prolly think that I just wanna bone Hit it quit it, then delete your number from my mobile
I was evil I'd be rolling in bread until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head but my mission is keepin ambition I'm trying so hard even though my
and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on his mobile, just to say goodbye So call my name out
Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a needle in my
I) I stand up and hit my head on the mobile (and you) and you look around too (and we) time passes easily (ai-yi-yi) (ai-yi-yi) I've opened up my mind
roll 4,5,6 wit my hand on my shit I'm a gangsta on point ready to flip, fo you dummys i got dum dums all in my clip I got bundles of that D man I'm tryin
your underarm smells And your kitchen looks like hell I know where the summer goes If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot Put your head down
to live in paradise I love my brothers on a Saturday night break out (up?) I'm on my mobile talking to the president I've got a head full of money I
my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed Mental slave grip on your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my
a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out Things about you to tell about, mellow out I'm the one
you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out
How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out
Accentuated by the mobile dungeon of fluorescence As I fall out of love, this wasn't supposed to happen Not according to you Please don't allow your