if she was pretty I got a little too loose A little too loose, a little too loose Keep little secrets far too long Guess that I'll put them in a song
Traduction: Mr. Big. Un peu trop lâche.
and ever since that time it's been a steady decline I had the brains I had the power had the building blocks and no I don't want to have one of our "little
pretty I got a little too loose A little too loose A little too loose, oh, oh, oh. Keep little secrets far too long Guess that I'll put them in a son
non cagarmi il cazzo. Stumuk: A non cacarmil catzo. Massimo: 'Cause I have a big bunch of minchia! Stumuk: A big bunch of minchia! Phyllis: It's great
, made fatal, what drug paper do straight duct tapin', apin' a few takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece
uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, funky bid'ness [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a
my pen, begin to let loose again the bullets like duck, duck, goose, stuck in the middle of a frame, buck, wit a little bit a game, stuck and its a muthafuckin
but baby don't put too much Sprite I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip
in my bedroom, laying under some sex lights A freak at all yeah, freaky freaky Couldn't let that ass pass me, too jazzy and sassy Too cute and too sexy
cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart And forgot that I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big
done had her, my dick gone gag her Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr. Flinstone 20 inch chrome aimed straight
a whole lot of balls Mr. Go Hard, shawty, if it's that soft I wanna grab that, have that delivered to the boss I'ma rump and a jump and a stump with
have a big bunch of minchia! Stumuk: A big bunch of minchia! Phyllis: It's great you're learning Italian, I love . . . That's what I want! More, a little
Oh, come on. lt's a shame to hide such a beautiful face. Why you shoot him, honey? Why don't you give a profile, a little smile like the girl in the
s what I'm called, on the street Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro Kickin' the Bobby bullshit, too smart
