as good to me as you but now all my dreams they have come true now Which leaves me with one final chore To say thank you for all the time you gave And all
Übersetzung: Fünfzehn. All The Good Times.
cant be The kinda world where we all get our chance The time is now And we can show them how To turn the music up and let's all dance 'Cause all
hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all
a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, homie I'm still all good Let me show what
all about. Cuz I know what you feel girl. I know just what you feel, girl. (Dawn) (spoken) So, you're like a good demon? Bringin' the fun in? (Sweet) All
what it's all about. 'Cause I know what you feel, girl. I know just what you feel, girl. DAWN So you're like a good demon? Bringing the fun in? SWEET All
it's all about 'Cause I know what you feel girl I know just what you feel girl (Dawn speaking) So you're like a good demon? Bringing the fun in? (Sweet) All
partying That?s what it?s all about Because I know what you feel, girl I know just what you feel, girl So you?re like a good demon? Bringing the fun in? All
cloth, These niggas is different kind of soft. Everybody know it all, Nobody follow a protocal, The money's only good until you blow it all. Stacking
All I see is fireworks, All i see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All i see is fireworks All i see is fireworks
: TALKING] Uh, what up y'all! Soundtrack what's popping baby? Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco Representing that first and fifteen Jyea
how dog get, when dog gone bite Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cuz it's all good, it's all
love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this [Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always
all angles Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you Punk motherfucka... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] All you talk is poor... All
love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this [Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without