have some more oor Ooh, whoa, ooh, more (More) Gimme some more Ooh, whoa, ooh, more, oor, oor, oor Baby, I'm feigning and I need some more Some more, some more, some more
thought you'd be my friend stuck with me until the end thought you'd be okay thought you'd share my way thought I could trust in you but you broke my
Thought you'd be my friend stuck with me until the end thought you'd be okay thought you'd share my way thought I could trust in you but you broke my
Übersetzung: Seide. Mehr.
Übersetzung: Seide. It Takes More.
some more More, (more Yoodle lae Hee)Give me some more More, Baby Im feaning and I need some more (more, more, more) Baby Im feaning and I need some more (more, more, more
A white suit from London, and shoes from Paris Don't you wanna spend about an hour with me The scent and the aroma refuses to breathe It's more like
the only way you 'gon see Baby at a concert ya know [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Now do ya have more riches Than the sea got fishes Can you do more broads
nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin
live for Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground" You ain't with Tommy no more
on her hands and her knees 18 half black and half vietnamese looking like she taste better than Koloa and milk with the dirty red complexion skin smoother than silk
that But I like the real big cats See, a cat got a little more strength So they can take a little more length You gotta feed a kitty real slow But a cat
me And I was helpless as a man of God could be Nurse Rozetta I won't let her Catch me peering down her sweater Fantasizing silk suspender on her thighs
Mi bus' off her blouse and draw dung her skirt Di gal she a gwaan like shi don't really want turn on likkle more di gal bus mi silk shirt Chorus Verse
an African prince just lookin at the water glistenin off my body Picture me an Indian princess diamond necklace from the house of cartier Picture us layin on silk
abandoned... Silken threads like wings still shine, Wind swept pleasures still make patterns in her lovely hair... so dark and fine... Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more
sundown on the union And what's made in the U.S.A. Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong And the pearls
