he said, "this ain't me, but i gotta eat and feed my kids, y'know this place ain't cheap well you can saint or damn m ebut i don't care don't condemn
Übersetzung: The Loved Ones. Chicken.
He said, "this ain't me, but I gotta eat And feed my kid, y'know this place ain't cheap Well you can saint or damn me but I don't care Don't condemn
me Goldie Locks 'cause somebody's been in your bed In your sheets, in your legs, how you love that? I can see you catchin' feelings gettin' mad Like a chick
me [Beyonce & Trina:] I could have another you in a minute Matter fact he'll be here in a minute babii [Trina:] Keep talkin slick... Ones a killa; ones
it, so you can keep yo purse thick Neva for the girls get to work, an early bird chick Got teachers, preachers, lawyers, and retiremen That love to see
: (feat. LA The Darkman) [Verse 1:] I gotta problem, I got the answer now No more singin chicks I'm messin with a dancer now She got a stripper pole
A Big Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a day It's hard to say or tell when there's love in the
back in the seat when I creep That's just how I roll With some fresh nice ones on my feet That's it goes And I'm tryin' to find a chick I can meet who
room all alone, feelin' stuck The pressure's kickin' in, and this Prozac ain't enough And I know in the future I'm a lose the ones I love It scares me
Ginuwine] Said we love them cars and we love them chicks And we love them parties and we love that Cris? And we love them houses and we love that ice
brrr, brrr, brrr) Gucci (brr-brr!) [Chorus x2: Gucci Mane] The pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me [x2] I think them bitches love that I'm a
richees wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys frenchies straight out the hair salon with a faggot ass name like Jean we the ones from the other side yellin "clown love
a martian, you wouldn't understand I'm just the dead body man "We got bodies, dead bodies We got fat ones, skinny ones Males, females, hermaphrodites
a martian, you wouldn't understand I'm just a dead body man We got bodies, dead bodies We got fat ones, skinny ones Males, females, hermaphrodites We
arose, let's go "So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin tags Leavin the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck,
hip that make me wanna spend, money [Chorus: R. Kelly] Pretty girls (where you at) I'm talkin to the ones, that came alone Pretty girls (put your hands up) The single ones
hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper I hate the ones
