I'm telling you straight up I'm loving him I'm telling you straight up I think about him Sitting here wondering how How I'm gonna let you down This love
Übersetzung: Glitzern. Straight Up.
[1] I'm telling you straight up I'm loving him I'm telling you straight up I think about him Sitting here wondering how How I'm gonna let you down This
up when I'm after you Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9 Movin up like you got it on yo mind
infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight
a day late and ya tryna stay straight But the only way to get it is to slang that weight Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day Came in the world with a sparkle
brotha Disconnect a boy like a damn change number Uhhh, hang up and try again I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga
down, Back up, back up. Tell me what cha` gonna do now. Breath in now breath out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna
up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me what cha` gonna do now. Breath in now breath out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell
: [Tone] Unstoppable, Trackmasters, Rockland, come on [Foxy] Na-na so sick, make your toes twitch Get up in yo' ass and ride that shit Oh yeah, dare
enjoying my sparkling wine, we certainly are Well, be careful because this shit will get you fucked up Bitch I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling
dressed up when I'm all messed up I'm feelin' fine Think what life would be with a girl like me And a love like mine I'm not the girl next door oh no I wake up
they catchin' up, we smokin' up And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark St. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
I should slash my wrist And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (Uh, huh) Took the code straight
moved her body All across the dance floor Tore me all apart, straight to my heart And it was nothing but a freaky art Live from 113th Street and Seventh Avenue Straight
it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash
mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk I hope you're with your bitch 'Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
