' me around In spite of what I do Tryin' to make things good for you Take your economy car and your suitcase Take you psycho little dogs Take it all away
me around In spite of what I do Trying to make things good for... You take your economy car and your suitcase Take your psycho little dogs Take it all away
Übersetzung: Cake. Take It All Away.
pushing me around In spite of what I do Trying to make things good for... You take your economy car and your suitcase Take your psycho little dogs Take it all away
out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm
of aces You can't beat the B.G. I went the race of races Solga box I lace it Yo' spots in the world i takes it Bulldog barrel I shakes it Cashmoney boy
to say We crumble up ya crew like they was paper mache The vapor we spray Make your vagas to delay Power to get props we could take it away Ya never
it with a Gat! (WITH A GAT!) - I never gon' sleep! (NEVER GON' SLEEP!) Fuckin' hit 'em up, if you ever wanna trick. (EVER WANNA TRICK!) All it takes is
Vita] Yo, yo, yo who that be? V-I-T-A Big Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a day It's hard to say
it You can look into my eyes See that I'm dead tired 6:00 in the morning Money still on my mind So if you want it I'm the one to supply Be there in no
it is Baby you need international phone call to call me It's Global right here I need bitch who motivated And know multiplication It's serve collect
and throw up a ten. Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him. "Don't fight the feeling if you
You know it all comes down to love I tell myself I can do it all I juggle everything I drop the ball Sometimes it feels my life's impossible But then it all
Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on baby, take
cake all night [Pre-Chorous]2x so addicted, bottoms got an apple in it, wanna feel it bottoms got an apple in it [Chorous] her back is so redonkulous, it
chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension
away, But we're just looking in It's second nature to say, Hey hey hey, we've done nothing wrong! Turn them off, all tactless singers (Don't ask why,