I wanna be felt by you I wanna be touched by you I wanna be loved by you I wanna be anything you want me to I wanna be felt by you I wanna be touched
You let me see If we can get closer everyday I wanna be Held by you I wanna be Touched by you I wanna be I wanna be loved by you I wanna be Anything
Übersetzung: BB King. I Wanna Be.
pretty and so smart I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car She say daddy I love ya I say I love you too I miss my lil' angel, tell me whatcha
t be faded I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut
be the one Ggggg g king 80's baby Gabriel Anotnio I wanna be the one your givin your love and I wanna be the one your kissin and huggin I wanna be the
bitch nigga for ya I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
hoes wanna get me cause (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) King of my own castle, I'm a master (HEY!!!) Stop and I'll fly right past ya, you knwo what I
you listen If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like men) I say what I want coz I can If I didnt id be a liar Mommy im on fire Come
beat starts] [Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts"] [B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! [50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain
funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll be
Real Crips and I'm-a always hold you down, that's real shit I'm the Los Angeles king and "You Remind Me" of Mary, the R&B queen I got the "411", what
In the morn', I'm gone Chorus: [Aaliyah] I wonder if I take you home, Would you still be in love baby Because I need you tonight Wonder if I take you
I'm might let you have it... You think that I'm teasin', but I ain't got no reason; I'm sure that I can please you, but first, I gotta read you... Ooh
way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp
artists with nothin' to say. I'm a give it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don'
