Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Kissing and running, kissing and running away Kissing
Smell of you baby, my senses My senses be praised Smell of you baby, my senses My senses be praised Kissing and runnin' Kissing and runnin' away Kissing
Traduction: Rolling Stones. Heaven.
: Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Kissing and running, kissing and running away
ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape Unless it's fuck you, and in front of it followed up by a K No more, hollering out my roll dog's
(*Billy Cook vocalizing through song*) [Z-Ro] I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the
you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (
a milli, now it's colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies, [Juelz Santana:] Sorry, I gotta go I gotta get it, but she know how daddy roll I
in a milli, now it's colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies, [Juelz Santana:] Sorry, I gotta go I gotta get it, but she know how daddy roll
What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make his way home Like a holly Rolling Stone Back up to Heaven
are when y'all tried that Rollin' with the E since ninety-three, shuttin' shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? I know y'all niggas wanna roll
