(Don't cha stop, don't cha stop) (Don't cha stop, don't cha stop) Don't cha stop, don't cha stop Don't cha stop, don't cha stop Your rhapsody is blowing
Übersetzung: The Cars. Nicht Cha Stop.
is wet and dreamy and it's just what i like so dim down the light don't cha stop don't cha stop don't cha stop don't cha stop if it makes you feel good
ll leave ya block shook Fuck ya hoe and get a hook Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it Rub me
click strictly don't fuck with me We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me Spray with me I got that AK with me Don't play with me Because I spittin non stop
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky,
til them jeans So why don't cha come entertain me, If you're the right one for me, Show you things never seen, And your body screams, Half bright lights, Peroxy foreign cars
America's Top Model And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles [Nicki Minaj:] I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow Don't care about your cars,
or you ain't Iz u iz or iz u ain't Iz u iz or iz u ain't Iz u iz or iz u ain't Iz u iz or iz u ain't Iz u iz or iz u ain't Iz u iz or iz u ain't Iz u
the mouths that it trickles down to Niggas want beef, I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly
voice of the youth I don't lie, I speak the truth [Chorus: children] + (Pras) They, don't, know, how it feels (When you a single mother) (And don't have
Going, Gone you better raise up cause ain't no telling when it's on. (straight soldier don't make me have to show ya.) Straight Soldier don't make
don't let your time do you [Verse 2: Beanie Siegal] Until I went to jail You couldn't tell me I ain't seen it all that box a motherfucker it can stress
Dutch, niggas want none trust! please believe me I don't give a damn how gassed up or eager he is. It started won't stop, who don't want us to blow like
Get cha money, get cha money: Dogg Pound!) {Snoop Dogg} A-B-C-D-P-G-C Ain't no L-I-M-I-to the T (Ain't No Limit) I'm fuckin wit G's that's makin moves
my dead dogs, pull off like, fuck the world, I don't owe y'all nuttin If I do, take it in blood, the Memph don't front I pump, for the goods, nice house
Verse 2:] I can ganks and make a million And P, but cha'll reppin' his muthafuckin' business in the streets I don't hate cha' Baby it ain't that critical
, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang
