So what if you don't like me? Underneath our skin, we still bleed I can deal with your sarcasm It takes more than that to put me under your thumb You
Traduction: Slick Shoes. Joe est malade.
So what if you don't like me? Underneath our skin we still bleed. I can deal with your sarcasm. It takes more than that to put me under your thumb. You
Young Jeezy] Guess who's bizzack (Back) Still smell the blow in my clothes Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin them O's (Cookin them O's) Like Horse shoes
you provoked I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a
shine like white gold And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy