wanna hold your hand feelin' kinda cold,need somethin hot to hold only wanna lay with you i promise you won't smell no fish i said fish (solo) fish,fish
Traduction: The Damned. Fish.
say I wanna hold your hand Feeling kind of cold need something hot to hold Only wanna lay with you I promise you won't smell no fish I said fish Fish Fish
weather gettin colder Or honeys by the pool [?] Chillen on the beach house, lounging by the sofa Riding with a chauffeur, on my way to blow up Roll up, fishing
I'm Talkin' Some Real Clientel Nigga Listen! Drop Em' A Line That's All I Do Is Go Fishin' Get Em' Hooked On Me Then I Turn Em' Into Fish Sticks This
all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind Now it's 2000 and 3, and ain't a thang changed I'm still fishing for feddy, bringing
up, and bleed the block And it don't stop [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] My nigga Herman Fisher doing fed time I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn
fuck, fuck, fuck) everybody crashed Then the niggas was gone and that was that, and since I couldn't breathe I put down my self destruct, and I passed That god damn
another bar there's like six of us two AM on the nose and can't get rid of us damn, them blunts got your breath smellin like shit damn, I took about a
and laughed at the way that I took off my polka dots on top of that the whales know I'm quick watch out and I get funky fresh as for the fishes I'm lit
(Unh, unh) The fish who keeps on swimming is the first to chill upstream I want your fish right by me that's how it has to be the songs I sing they don
Plus dwelling on this beef is a bad decision The only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism Making them mixtapes, mainstream coverband Wannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn
a while Your shake is like a fish You pat me on the head You took me out to wine dine sixty nine But didn't hear a damn word I said I see right
for a while Your shake is like a fish You pat me on the head You took me out to wine dine sixty nine But didn't hear a damn word I said I see right
this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin these little fishes
the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*} And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me? Well
, In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm
75, I'm sure I got a dollar know what I mean.. Just throw it in there they ain't gonna know You know what look, I'm sick of taking this damn bus everywhere
