at night After all is said and done Ain't no [Incomprehensible] phone me Baby, you're the only one Baby, no, no, no, no, no Jimmy, Jimmy Jimmy, Jimmy
the way you put them down all night And no other nigga phoned me Baby you're the only one Baby no no no... Jimmy Jimmy No no no Jimmy...Listen up
Traduction: Truth Hurts. Jimmy.
's wheel-chair-Jimmy at? " On my chris brown shxt. I'm still here. gimme dat. I'm cuttin lights out like it's bedtime. These other rappers luke-warm like redwine. The truth hurts
whoever wins gets nineteen kegs Aynsley: Nineteen who? Guy From Alabama: Kegs, you know . . . Aynsley: Cakes of what? Meredith: Gee Jimmy, that's cool
[Lauryn Hill] AhhhhhH! Check the crippled man, sittin in the church My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt She's paralyzed from her feet to
If you trust me with your heart I'll make it better never worse Let's be clear, listen dear, I'm here to help not hurt Calibrate your shoes Gucci Louie, Jimmy
still dyin' check my resume, I am oh so loco Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt
die You get one try and I've tried everything A cannon's loose you were telling the truth And I lied caught offside so don't say anything And Jimmy
praise my crimes Because I know that that would be impropriety I'm just a ball of slime So come and get forgiven just like He forgave me -- act now Read God's truth
the fastest. Aynsley: Yeah? Guy From Alabama: Yeah, and whoever wins gets nineteen kegs Aynsley: Nineteen who? Guy From Alabama: Kegs, you know . . . Aynsley: Cakes of what? Meredith: Gee Jimmy
to meet the fucking quota Still there's niggas at my heels to get my paper Stacking up in the bank, the layers on the cake-a Thinking like jimmy, tami
tell ya something, J-I-M-M-Y This is about a real nigga, real nigga Jimmy Bones, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Jimmy Bones, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy [Hook] They say
it at the five and dime Played it til my fingers bled Was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit
A FOOL , THAT I COULD BELIEVE , AND ACCEPTING TRUTH , THAT HURTS , IS ALWAYS HARD TO DO , THE SELFISH THINGS I DID , WHERE NEVER MEANT , TO HURT
home, an' occasionally wear thongs. No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses, my pumps, they leave big messes... An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts
Check the crippled man, sittin' in the church My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs And the man
