Whatever gets you off? If the Kid can't make you come, nobody can Need I say more, baby? Do you wanna straddle my brass? If the kid can't make you come
Traduction: Le Temps. Si l'enfant peut ne pas te faire venir.
fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits Make fits like seizure, lick
cell phone If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back and now I'm black I wouldn't
When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take
hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that?s on you, that?s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I
hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures
Later on you gonna love me and Right now you probably want me, but Later on you gonna need me and (yeah) Right now you don't like me, but Later on you
So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come
you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you
don't wanna have to leave you I don't wanna have to go So baby don't Let it happen Because you won't like if I teach you a lesson There will be no Second
[feat. Fearless] [Dappy:] I feel like a slag! In so bar for too long time to get tipsy Don't mean if I buy you a drink now come later you're gonna lips
the bed And how I got to thinkin' About all those things you said About ordinary people And how they make you sick And if callin' names kicks back on you
Hey you got me in a trans, you take of yo pants You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN! [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin
only one at your side, helpin you through your drama. That's you Sellin crack but can't make no profit, Cause you smokin it up, and you just can't seem
Cause if I'm locked up, can't nobody pay me [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla I ain't gotta follow, plus I'm
time Not me, I gotta stay free Cause if I'm locked up, can't nobody pay me [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla I ain
the po-po, cause I'ma flow the tree Make tracks stop, beating up the block Ass end hop on the 4's and chop Can't let these haters take what I got Blue
