insane But baby, I want to be loved I'm crazy 'bout every little thing you do I cherish the way you hug me Your kiss so sweet, honey, it can't be beat
Übersetzung: Rolling Stones. I Want To Be Loved.
A Glove When I Blaze A Fatty, I Aint Ur Baby Daddy, U Flippin Now He Tryin To Grab Me Out That Navy Caddie, I Aint Ur Avy, Poppa Was A Rollin Stone
be, Love when she takes charge of me, Give my baby confidence to be What she wants to be, flyest chick On the block With the golden glow I see, got them
what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to
I be your buddy in bed, let me be your best friend Girl, its more than lust, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Cause I
I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I- twist that la, la, la
if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high. (I be high... I be high...) But I... Twist that la-la-la-la. {Whoooo! } [Verse 2:] I get
you want me: do ill do it) Cause Ill be your lover (ill be your lover) Ill be your best friend Tell me what I gotta do (tell me what I gotta do and ill
star I'm a rock star Do I blow you away? Do I stimulate your mind Would you taste my love if I give you time I have none to waste with you I guess
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Won't you ring the alarm? I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another
long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Won't you ring the alarm? I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another
my life in paradise I don't need no extra strike, I just wanna be alright I just wanna be alright I just wanna be alright I just wanna be alright I just
'Cause I be rollin with the brew in the trunk So, now you know that I be way past tipsy Because my lips be steady takin sips, G So many sips that I be
the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come We won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong [Chorus] [Wish] I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I
Jesus sent me is roll of a loco soul But load a revolver, hold up Now buck 'em all to hell 'cause I'm showin' 'em And I seen that the bulletholes was
that for a small donation My lost soul would be saved I said I don't think so preacher I'll come back another day All I want, is to be a Rolling Stone
U can tell by the faunt I do wat I want Wake up wens it's lunch Walk like I'm drunk Swagga so uh Gold yard trunks go around I got ah bunch Tell till you
