fighting for It's all about love It's all about love The war to find a cause It's all about love She's beautiful, she's a princess No shoes on her
Traduction: Dix 13 Concept. C'est tout de l'amour.
Traduction: Ten City. C'est tout de l'amour.
you hurt me so bad, baby After I've been so good to you Your love is so good, baby You know it's hard to complain But I've been out here knocking about
a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring Don't you know you're ridin' with King He's on a mission of mercy on a new frontier He's gonna check us all
Johnson Ten O'clock, in my ride Drivin down the 95 Gettin to my baby's house Is all that I can think about Champagne, moonlight It's gonna be a lovers
finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything
of me y'all I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all From the hood to Hollywood they
tonight Life makes me horny [Pharrell] They talk about yesterday But I'm just thinkin 'bout tonight Don't take it no kind of way But I just wanna dance all
m just like get it, get it Do it mix, since when I said get it, hit it No it don't but it sound good when I did it, did it True gangstas, girl they let
act all calm Acting like it aint good tryna hold that cum But you know that I'm the best You kow you teddiverset It's the first ten minutes you aint felt
wanna make Love Tonight (tonight) Well if it is (Well If It Is) Wooooooooo Let Me Here You Scream Yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh! (Yeeeeeeeahhhhhh) Yeahhhhhhhhhe (Yeahhhhhhhhe) Tell me who's it
was a favor It's not about the paper, it's not about the fame And I don't know no Triple H, but this is all about the game Competition I ain't winning
or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:] It all
them handcuffs Playing for a blue van, cause if it's red nigga that's FED I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red But I
my head right Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro:] I ride all
s mine ain't gon try to act like I don't know who it's fo' Y'all niggaz be telling lies, straight up snitching Probably piss sitting down cause y'all
