1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Give me more lovin' than I've ever had Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not Make
Traduction: Plain White T. 1,2,3,4.
1,2 - 1 2 3 4 give me more lovin then i've ever had. make it all better when i'm feelin sad. tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not. make
YUUP! In your Broad I I I I'm So Hard. YUUP YUUP YUUP, So Hard! [x4] (Hard as a MuthaFucker) O My God Termaine Just Won't Let Up [x3] [Rihanna:] They
Intro: [Aaliyah] Give it up... we gon' show, you how we party (repeat 3X) Verse 1: [Magoo] I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks Don't salt
niggas get me mad, I don't need bread 30 bands I got swag. My show 15 bands, quarter every month muthafucka let's stunt. 2 chains, 2 rings, 1 bright, 1
tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1
't keep thinking that we will quit We'll always stand and never sit We're 2 live, 2 black, 2 strong Doing the right thing, and not the wrong So listen
t'ing you want. Everything? Every t'ing [Bill:] Monica? [Monica] Yes, Bill? [Bill] Monica, what would you do for a job here at the White House? [Monica
but still them haters pissed (like this) put em up You ain't never seen a style like this V-neck and some fresh white kicks (like this) put em up You ain't
best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4
was gonna play it on piano Had the drums come in real bold But I couldn't think of anything good to say So the big ballad strings will never get played
city when they hated Don't be bucking on my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me So label me a runaway slave
, too much now throw it up Then I?m back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don?t stop, git it, git it I say don?t stop, git it, git it Party don?t
bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with something better than that . . . [1:34] Don: Good evening, this
one night, (what? What what what what?) Verse 2: Red bandana in my back pocket I'm for real, This ain't pastel colour cacky suit and I ain't for real, I don't
Rick Ross, Ludacris, Twista, T.I., Chamillionaire, Pitbull, Slim Thug, Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Young Jeezy, Yung Joc, Young Dro and Bun B) [Verse 1: Lil