Lyrics:
airstream, poetry, New Orleans, the shape of ur mouth
cafe cars, corner bars, back roads, we did the south
And I told the elevator operator
see u
face I'd rather see
I just wanna, I just wanna be right here
There's a million things
That I could do or say to prove
I just wanna, I just wanna be
les voyelles, dès qu'on sonne les consonnes
La musique est bonne
Je prends souvent le temps d'aller de l'avant
Je ne perds pas un instant, car c
have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy
see
A jeep full of freaks just staring at me
D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover
Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over
They got out
bah oui (oh)
T'es pas content j'te salis (wow)
Le temps c'est d'la money (money)
C'est c'que m'a dit ma Rollie (Rollie)
Rien à foutre qu'on m'valide
Rit.: Mare dellu Salentu
Intra lu mare dellu Salentu
Mare dellu Salentu
Intra lu mare dellu Salentu
N.P.
Lassa pigghiu la rincorsa moi
Cu zumpu
Stă pe mess și telefoane
Că măsa-i profesoară, da' ia 7 milioane
D-aia-și face paru' blond
Peste ten își dă cu fond
Să atragă-un bagabont, cu mașină
kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he's all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we'd
Konvict...Music...and you know we up front.
I see you winding and grinding up on the floor,
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I
guess that's just the way it goes
I ain't tryin ta preach
I believe I can reach
but your mind ain't prepared
I C U when you get there
Chorus:
I'll see
than Robin Thicke
Ho's, got a list, but I gotta pick
I'm gettin' bitches to strip
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
See, I'm a nigga
robbin' with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dogs who ain't got release days
I was doin' fraud way in D.C
I was doin' fraud
Yeah see, Brandon, fool, I told you, we
Gotta go over some hard beats, this time
Nate, Nate, Nate Fox
We 'bout to get fucked, fucked up
They said
KRS-One from Boogie Down Productions
Special shout to Melodie
We got my man Chuck D in the house from Public Enemy
And I am cool Moe Dee
So ARE - YOU -
chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate
charleston qui tient
Pour nous prendre aux tripes
Faut se lever de bonne heure
Dire qu'il y a des types
Qui sur c't' engin d' malheur
Arrivent à faire croire
to the suite, go sleep in the bag
Sweet freak in the sheets
I'm a beast with the gee so D
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with
[Chorus]
I got 5000 ones lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp
Noir c'est noir
Il n'y a plus d'espoir
Oui, gris c'est gris
Et c'est fini, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ça me rend fou
J'ai cru à ton amour
Et je perds tout
d'ambitions
Je sais que le monde est fait de fictions
Je sais que le ciel c'est de l'horizon
Qu'il soit rose ou bleu comme nos illusions
Je vois que la terre
Noir c'est noir
Il n'y a plus d'espoir
Oui, gris c'est gris
Et c'est fini, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ça me rend fou
J'ai cru à ton amour
Et je perds tout
you see the booty shake
See I was sitting in the lounge
With my tight skirt on
And like a 3-D movie
He was watchin' the thong
All up in my grill
So he
très, très, loin frère (la la la la)
Nous c'qu'on veut, pas d'accidents, frère (la la la la)
Histoire de pas te casser les dents (la la la la)
Oh,
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