To return I must be told That you know what I know Call me, baby Call me Call me, baby Call me Call me, baby Call me Call me, baby Call me But my plane
Übersetzung: Diamond Head. Call Me.
I'll do your main lady, in a blue navigaty That's game baby, you can call me a game shooter But since I drive a bubble people call me Lex Luger I pull
they rich to me this shit funny i no u see me coming cus on the front of the Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim
wish Today we satisfied, and today we stole them kisses Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding it definitely, if they plan for me
got me high! Let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!) Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin
me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call
man can hurt me So I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery I rose up from the slums
move and CLAP, now your brain's gone You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy
Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought
different bitch Bitches love me. (yeah!) - Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!) Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!) You want buy me shit? - Meet me
niggaz Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
that gangsta, get a gat hit a head in a hat call that a riddle rap shit, f**k the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread the barber, i cut ya head
my wake up call 4:30 in the morning, he didn't call me Either way I'm feeling, try to fake it up Cause I love how you touch me boy Oooo~losing control
am bawling Babylon yuh pull di chain from mi han Mi still under yuh Babylon system God knows, Freedom for some I am bawling Oh Selassie I, rastafarian calling
sookie now [Verse 1: Big Krit] In my crooked now I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down Country
