) One on one (One on one) One on one (One on one) We can make love all night long Listen girl (On and on) One on one (One on one) One on one (One on
Traduction: La sueur, Keith. Un à gauche (Feat Lola Troy et Lade Bac).
me sellin thangs, guess I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth
oh oh) and if you shake it kanye give it some more (sweat) we gonna make you sweat konvict musik we gonna make you sweat akon yah we gonna make you sweat
kissin on I miss kissin on you You know I miss kissin on you I miss kissin on (you) Miss touchin on you baby I miss touchin on you I miss touching on
tires Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked You on some methane, my witchcraft is on
got me sellin' thangs, guess I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up But still Andre got action, they sweat like Keith, all on my
in a house, you could probably figure What she be doing with a bunch of horny niggas Doc, dopey, grumpy, sneezy Come one, come on, come on she was sleazy
got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof
to battle me, then it's cur-tains I'm no joke, the wrong one to provoke One false move and kerrrrrr-roak! So take it easy and slide on greasy Cause I'
love off Keith Sweat songs No one can do me like (you) I miss kissing on you You know I miss kissing on you I miss kissing on (you) Miss touching on
body make you jump up off the dresser (ain't playin I love that head) stop playin girl gimme that cat fore you neva get a phone call turn on some Keith Sweat
to the schools, maybe I get more love Three P.M. in the evening, I'm on the highway speeding My front-left tires leaking, should have bought a new one
the test but still left 'em somethin left After so many tears with this hard liquor, cigarettes by the ounce Left with a wet one, ready to bounce So
your tires Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked You on some methane, my witchcraft is on
