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Übersetzung: Simone, Nina. Good Bait.
know the future got a lot of stuff for me Verse Two: B.G. I'm tryin' to get my mail straight Sell cd's and tapes I don't want to be jail bait Niggas
to cast me down! Bitter suite decision, sofa so good the day we met Eye for eye collision, pillow talking, only pillow talking Matinee romancing, the bait
ain't nice My girlie gonna freeze me With cold shoulder ice If I'm real late My teacher gonna use me For alligator bait So, I better be good I better be good
till dem call mi and di girls dem sugar dats all Welcome di king of di dancehall [Verse 2:] (Woman Speaking) (Come here pretty girl) Yuh body shape so good
di faith Nah go call mi name mi friend cause nuff ah dem nuh straight Wi busy making money nuff ah dem ah playa hate, di fassy dem ah bait <a href
queenin' It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin' Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin' You wake and wait to lie in bait
mi nuh haffi have no cash And any little thing from mi splish she splash Yow...all this blinging it's like you forgot Use cheddar as the bait den you
Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too Say, hey, good
be long gone before you know it, he'll be long Gone before you know it She say never have I known it when it felt so good Never have I knew it when I
But this young girl don?t smoke de reefer Nope, she might be a girl Who from a distance just couldn?t look sweeter Head to toe, good to
nostra to roast ya I get a lil' closer Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over! Hopin you fall for the bait, thinkin you safe Have
locked up If we mention our cares, Or sent to far Siberia To become bait for bears. We'll all be sent to Wall Street To become billionaires. Too bad, Too bad, Too good
act and a truth gone wrong Oh no It ain't my hollywood I went on strike when the union said I would Had a sign in my hand cause the times were no good
bitch, i lied, my name ain't lance i lied my way in and outta your pants i never played football for michigan state i lied to your neden and it bit the bait
be breezier I said please God or someone make it easier I went to Sunday School last Sunday swallowed the bait and I got the hook When I needed something someday I would read the good
What is his name? There is no shame. He'd do the same So what do you say? I don't have all day It's up to you. Which will it be Good citizen or poor campesino
