Can't stop this feeling I got, I can't stop this feeling I got I can't stop this feeling I got, I can't stop this feeling I got I can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this feeling I got I can't stop this feeling I got I can't stop this feeling I got I can't stop this feeling I got I can't stop this feeling
Traduction: Prince. Ne peut pas arrêter ce sentiment que je Got.
is my foe, I just can't tell no mo' Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I don't
don't nobody love me in this cold world fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it, I ain't tryna
can I get some more? Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em [Chorus] - 5/6ths {"Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat if this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP
callin, can I get some more? Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what
their life so don't know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up
I'm the man I ain't made it yet Tell me who the baddest, I'll see if I see them naked yet Won't stop til I get that mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes ain
hair (I swear) She don't like wearing shoes in December But I don't care (I don't care) [Chorus:] I got the girl (with all the cards) I got the girl
all know how i get down. I got my game goin (game goin), i got my grill showin, (grill showin). And i'm a big big balla and i love to flaunt it(love
to my ears Oh man, how can I describe, the way I feel Fuckin' great man Ok, let me see How could I begin [Verse 1:] Locked in mariahs wine cellar all I
You waited this long, now stop debating Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husband's heart problem
operating "Hey" You waited this long to stop debating Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know you got a job Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart
me some Fall shit Sweetie I am a track's demise, I will kill this song til it actually dies With military jacket and some pack supplies I won't say I
