is so far down. My pants are fallin? to the ground, Two?s company and three?s a crowd. Regret it, forget it. How I met your mother, How I met your mother
Übersetzung: Friday Night Boys. How I Met Your Mother.
so far down. My pants are fallin? to the ground, Two?s company and three?s a crowd. Regret it, forget it. How I met your mother, How I met your mother
have you changed your mind? I haven't read a word from you since Phoenix or Tucson. April is over will you tell me how long before I can be there?
: Where would I be if I never met your love Can't imagine ever gettin up Without knowin your grace how you placed me in your righteousness I can't get
See money that I have might be good for something .. to another And little Miss Fortune is short to become Unfortunately just like her mother I've seen her back when I
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'." Poor boy - where you been? I already tol' you - won't tell you again I say, "How much
done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I dont respect these niggas, i'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I
! (ahh oohh) Oh, I'm rich I feel so elated it's time to go. I love you baby. Before and after I'll remain to the day with a theory, from here to lake
another but I try not to think about that. I try not to think at all. I get cocaine from this girl I met and my brother buys me alcohol. And I stay up
the clothes, The hoes, I suppose, I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just wanna be, I just
Bold But I Roll With It, I'm Impressed Cause She's Sweet Then She Says "I Heard Your Song And I'm Obsessed With The Beat, I Mean, The Lyrics Are Good,
And I'll be actin like I don't know how to work a phone But hit redial, you'll see that I just called Some chick I met at the mall that I barely know
your mom and I know you miss your dad When I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even
beat stops*} Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man
your mother ho Reel Life Production's fuckin' up your stereo Ridin' like a rodeo, hoes wanna hollar so Pull to the curb, what's your name and your number
than the amster blow I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match and the worst
, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape And hang niggas