who never cared Fighting talk, who will be spared The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear Fighting talk on the stairs Fighting talk on the stairs Fighting talk
the crushing one-liners that you should have said But you always were reduced to angry words instead Fighting talk on the stairs Is enough to show who never cared Fighting talk
Übersetzung: Everything But The Girl. Fighting Talk.
gonna fight Oh yes we gonna fight Believe we gonna fight We gonna fight Fight for our right to love yeah Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter
is won. I'm risking everything to be someone. I will stick by you. We know but we will not fail. Lifting of the spirit and the flesh prevails. And the fight
Va Talk To Da Whole World Mann Better America Talk To Em Mann [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Its Been A Struggle For Me Wonderin Why I Cant Get By Wit My Life But
wit my life but now im free and i done did some right and wrong but i still see the light N i done been around sets and drugs hustlin but momma aint
and me [Kelly] I don't know,whatcha callin' for So don't you come try kick down my door Everthing is mine to keep: Mone,car,crib,my kid,everything [Avant] Everything but
pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh no I won't back down, oh no (Verse 1) Cadillacs appeals, Coupe Deville's Brain dead rims, yeah stupid wheels Girl
when she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off But Bob wouldn't knock it off cause he
, excuse my French Just read my lips, girl, everything's me [Chorus x2: Lloyd] He's a goner, hey, you just say the word Baby girl, I'm on that, hey,
be a straight up G Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquor And my momma wanna leave him but she love the nigga Everything kinda changed when
freeze me out like that. Please talk to me. Lily: I thought we we're friends, I thought we told each other everything but I guess I was wrong cuz u kept
real fuckin' shit goes down Take a look around all them pussies can be found they talk a mean fight But fight like hoes I'm from South Central, fool Where everything
or maybe cuz I talk fly But no lie, as soon as I speak to em They all want me to screw em I introduce myself, and panties start falling No dinner-dates, fuck stalling Your girl
Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin? at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you?re feelin? on that girl
