Chorus 1 I love you but I don't like ya, Don't like ya, don't like ya I love you but I don't like ya, Not sure if my friends do either. You are great
Traduction: Right Said Fred. Je t'aime, mais je ne vous aiment pas.
Bling] You look You don't know me Until you blow me Suck it! [Suga Free] I better boss up [Chingo Bling] Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates
wuz right here In the Columbus but they loved me not When I went to Cleveland they said where you been When I'm unconditional with my loving And at the
lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my
t hear me or he didn't want to answer which was so strange because even if I don't like reunions I've always loved Billy. I'm so gald he's working I mean
said never give up you can make it God blessed you don't let them haters take it [Hook x2: Romeo] [Verse 2: Romeo] Mama said whatever don't kill you will make you stronger baby But
you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion and I won't put you in 'em Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
it, before they go see what it is I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real [
is right here In the Columbus but they loved me not When I went to Cleveland they said where you been When I'm unconditional with my loving And at the
I called billy But either he didn't hear me or he didn't want to answer Which was so strange Because Even if I don't like reunions I've always loved
the tales that I tell so well Now I'm in Atlanta I still love the O I gave you my bitch but you can't have my flow I guest appeared on 47 albums Fuck
'all You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo' years So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened, bitch I don't stop rappin', ever since the
, you know why, that shit I said about you) Digital, these niggas should be crazy (That's right, you ain't shit, nigga) Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby (You ain't shit, but
I ain't goin for it, stop cryin Like Ms. Melodie said: I ain't buyin it Game over, girl, you finished clockin You wanted your walking papers? (You got it) (You
chicken [With jalepenos and [Incomprehensible]" I betta boss up "Look, look, you don't know me, till you blow me, nigga" I betta boss up "Don't be a
shit right hereman All these rappin niggaz talkin about they dope boys, they real niggaz man I don't know - I don't see these niggaz, feel me? So I wanted