a name, just a name Turn my head (Turn my head) Turn my head It's aimed at you, yeah, now Turn my head (Turn my head) Turn my head It's aimed at you
your juices turn my head turn my head it's aimed at you funky temple your dress is torn to shreds your eyes are crazy i bowed to save my head and i
Übersetzung: Live. Turn My Head.
Übersetzung: Live. Turn My Head (Bonus Track).
on your juices turn my head turn my head it's aimed at you funky temple your dress is torn to shreds your eyes are crazy i bowed to save my head and
lovin' that your giving, I ain frontin in this love but, Can you let me love you from your head to toe (Whoa) Let's go (Whoa) Boy come to me (Come to me) Let me turn
end I pop my collar in the club, get my drank on and in the winter man I gotta put the mink on I'm a pimp I got my picks and chooses with 'em I got too
ll get capped Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn Fuck a bitch My money is way more
comin' to get me I got the four four When you come to down me playa please don't miss Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed If I live I live
my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This my shop, this my Glock
in the club Yup that's me, I'm your number One Love, Go Head, Lil Mama, Go Head Now Drop Go Head, Lil Mama, Go Head Don't Stop Go Head Lil Mama, Go Head
low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I need a dollar for every time that my
yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homies dumb out, my homies dumb
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
good Girl you make me feel good Girl you make me feel good [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] My cafali bitch stay in L.A. And my prada mama live in B.K. You know my
you hear my vocals Comin' out them low lows From L.A. to NY On the Red Eye Teflon in my luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary
