your arms Girl, I need you Wanna be back in your arms I won't be cool 'Til I'm back in your arms Girl, I need you Wanna be back in your arms You are
So look into your heart and know [Chorus] I won't be cool 'Til I'm back in your arms Girl I need you Want to be back in your arms [Repeat] [Verse 3
Übersetzung: B5. Back In Your Arms.
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' Tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty
I.P. Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay) Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin shit 'til they man gotta come and pick 'em up Got bitches in the back bouncin to
got guns, man, but we got more [Victorious:] Peep the bloodline, you dig I'm royal A hundred women for the roster, best believe they loyal No, spoil you outta all your
execution If y'all probably go to bed, cuz it's less confusion All your see in yo head, is my electricution But I'm comin back, and this time I'm strapped
your wrist cause glares I gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's on the Table, arms the strong
other hope like gifts Though I'm a nigga with an attitude, drinkin' Aimin' at your dude, scary, huh? Your bladder fooled Hinderant doctor, with a militant posture Bearin' arms
: Oooooh back in my arms again back in my arms again Oooh I can?t wait till the night is over don?t has a (?) cause I found the way back to your heart
Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into Yayo like 50's label Fuckin' freak Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your
, nigga (this is how we) [Juan:] ... The weapons is close One wrong hood get cooked, news stressin your folks I have your block, in them white tees reppin your
Smell my zip lock when my red line open Fat girls like yo that's my hero Enough of them to pull a 5 5 0 Hand cocked Negro after the cream I make your
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
your wrist cause glares I gettin' stares from dime bitches, is he alone? Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris's On the table, arms the strong
-5'n (uh-uh) When beef go down, I might just have to do some time, I'm ridin (fo'sho') It's on, you gon' be on your back I'm representin Detroit, until
got +Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into Yayo like 50's label Fuckin' freak Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your