see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test? So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test... So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
Traduction: Over It. Assis sur mon Mains.
I see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test... So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
m sitting pretty looking sexy got my dickies on biting on my lips kissing on you boy I'm so gone I love the way you breathing up and down on my neck
up Blowing my feddy on do-do, I'm down to my last buck Losing my mind, looking at everybody like they evil I stay solo, don't even go kick it with my
It ain't by cars, it ain't by broads, it's about this motherfucker label right here That's the answer and that's that The watch is on my left hand, straining on my
blue sea there's always someone watching over me the power of communication every little word's a big sensation sitting in the palm of my hand everyone at my command it
my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap Spit it
it overtime [x5] Cause I got money on my mind, Give me every penny, every dime. Put it overtime [x5] Cause it's now or never. Put it over time. [Ace Hood:] Well I'm sitting
walking in the sand That's when we said our first hello Two perfect strangers hand in hand Give me more of your voice, I can't resist it I'm sitting in my
written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
by my side Me and you at the park taking walks outside But Instead, I keep on having these dreams Waiting for my phone to ring My baby wishing that it
Fat man sitting on a little stool Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you Hands me two tickets smiles and whispers good
home But if I should become a stranger Know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Now I have moved and I've kept on
you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you
