forever I don't want a man I can live with I want a love that leaves no room for doubt I don't want a man I can live with I want a man that I can't live
forever I don't want a man I can live with I want a love that leaves no room for doubt I don't want a man I can live with I want a man that I can't
Übersetzung: Spitze. Ich will einen Mann.
want me, then you can have me I want you to want me and love me unconditionally [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You want me to want you, you want me to need you
I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..
odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot Hell no I ain't forgot nigga I just
Lots of things I really want here Lots of things I really need There's an animal soul inside That I've gotta feed My hot mamas feminine body (??) Always gets a
brothers and my coalition Chorus: All I want is to be free You keep pushin up on me All I want is to be free You be you let I'll be me Let me do
sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With
developing Alright, I got my sample, so now I need a drum kit Let me try out this one kick, ya thats somethin I can run with Now I figure out a pattern
The whole world gettin' high (GETTIN' HIGH!), when I say it on the track! (ON THE TRACK!) And I say it with a Gat! (WITH A GAT!) - I never gon' sleep! (
I'm serving I'm Erick Sermon I saw the window was open and I jumped through it My shit if you don't get pumped to it I quit Heres my rhyme book go ahead
a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain
a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you
more I laced my crew The rocks got bigger, watch face got blue Tricked a little bit, shit I lace my Boo Fuck it, my mistress I laced her too Cop my jewels
Whose blistered paws Harvest cut For wedding clothes they?ll never wear Marching down a road that was never there It takes place on a sunlit lace and
-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I put them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your
