hide this feeling I must be crazy for leaving you Must be crazy for feeling blue But my heart lately has been untrue I must be crazy, crazy, crazy for leaving you
Übersetzung: A1. Crazy For Leaving You.
shots in my gak leave a bitch nigga wet Flat wit a bars head what you know about that A hot boy hittin' yo' set like a bad wreck Wear a vest you could
through your brain like dad's dick Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses Take a firm standin
theres no need to reload it I flush you out your house and you a rodent I'm out for the chips and the wealth Tie you on the truck have you piss on yourself
na-na-na) And then you twist and shout For your favorite star And once you've practiced every step That's in your repertoire You better come on down
you to me It's like 73 degrees [Verse 2:] YOU know me, like no other YOU hold me, like a lover Most would say, J you sound crazy (but that's what I feel
So Caught Up) With You (Still In Love) With You (Girl You Got Me So In Love) With You (And You See that Im In love) With You (You,You,You,) Baby Im Still
he looked like shit Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch!(Bring it to me!) [Chorus] Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all,
' And when I'm tired, the bitches are suckin' A double team with a friend of mine Luke's in front and I'm behind Just ridin' you like a pony While you
the law in my neighborhood You think that you're slick, and you can get over But not on me, Marquis, your brother When I first met you, you seemed to
and find out What's the cause of this excitement One brother was a dopefiend And the other was a dopeman And the dopeman had a AK Said he'll spray an
World Crazy, Still Looking For A Queen To Plant Seeds And Have Babies Maybe I'll Be The One Or Just Maybe Im Lost You'll Never Know Being Cautionz If
I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch And a nigga with a cellular
lame In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers
for you, and keep it money over bitches [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Fatal] I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you
you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too with nothing to lose Chorus Outro It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest
your man and baby you can be my lady but you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy Run tha Streetz.... [Chorus x2] (You can run tha
