Don't go wasting your emotion, Lay all your love on me, Don't go sharing your devotion, Lay all your love on me, I've had a few little love affairs
Traduction: Étapes. Lay All Your Love on Me.
dear, Don't go wasting your emotion, Lay all your love on me, Don't go sharing your devotion, Lay all your love on me, I've had a few little love affairs
without your love Is one long sleepless night Let me show you girl That I know wrong from right Every street you walk on I lay tear stains on the
live without your love Is one long sleepless night Let me show you girl That I know wrong from right Every street you walk on I lay tear stains on the
know where Twista be on fifty T-Pain invited me to Magic City I'm about to have some fun 2001, in these pocket all my e-fizzles with me I like the way
[Z-Ro:] Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing
You hate me now, but see me lay a pistol in my palm It's a hustling team, but still we thugging on, my word is born [Z-Ro] They lay me down, lay the
Man fuck y'all.. [Z-Ro] Nigga fuck all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz If I wanted some ass
mind Let me stick my dick in your behind You can pour me a glass of Dom Perignon Then suck my dick until I cum Soft is your body, tender is your kiss
thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me
pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee i'm all over that nigga, come identify the body my middle finger to you hoe niggas run up on me, and ill be
gettin petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row But I learn to look ahead of me Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on
fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your
your lover But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me
