You're a supermodel You're an angel You're always running through my mind I wanna be with you Every day and night I'm gonna love you till the end of time
Übersetzung: Carter Family. Er nahm White Roses From Her Hair.
: Ich nehm deine Katze und schuttel sie aus Bis alles herausfallt Was sie jemals aus meiner Hand fra? Spater klopf ich noch den Teppich aus Und find
: I'm half-cocked, a gun, a star? How did you dance long more sinner? I grabbed the bolts and kept the faith I bang the tears that roll down your face
: I got a letter this morning, what do you reckon it read? It said the girl you love is dead I got a letter this morning what do you reckon it read?
. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried
there I'm in love with the Queen of the Supermarket As the evening sky turns blue A dream awaits in aisle number two With my shopping cart I move through
to Danimal Lector, body collector And you are about to get broken In like a new clutch Your rocklin with them two fucks Who killed white noise Them white
a move Answer to this roll call Roll call [x2] You got what I want What I want [x2] [Lil' Wayne:] Um ok they call me young carter and I'm big-dog That
' but makin' boyfriends becomes exs Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus Ta-dow How ya like us now Got niggas sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin
man, 'Cause it's all part of my plan. I-I-I'm ready for ya. [Drake - Verse] Uh, red lipstick on the wine glass cameras in my mind, Flash, black lines aray white
: (A.P. Carter) Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring I will pawn you this heart in my bosom Only say
me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch Money long like Shaq feet Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet I heard he got that soft white Extended
: Gucci made money that's what you call money mall money small money you ain't got no money Black cars stupid walk white folk's money 6 day work week
: This ain't Sinatra! - This ain't the Carter! I am the "chaperone" nigga - who brought ya! I am the author! - This is Holy water! From the Holy Father
and chop, chop, chop Get them on, nigga cos tonight we're havin chopped liver And I'ma cut out'cha heart Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte
my dick for a penny That's fuckin' nasty what kinda bitch does he get The kind that smells like shit with a scabbed lip Pushin' all that trash in his shopping cart
the Illmatic on bootleg, sh-t was so ahead, thought we was all dead, Wayne did a millie, 50 did a millie, Ye too, but what Em did was silly, the white
