: Boy-girl, boy-girl When a boy meets a girl Boy-girl Finding out I'm finding out the things That I've been talking about I'm finding all the things
Boy-girl, boy-girl When a boy meets a girl, boy-girl Finding out, I'm finding out the things That I've been talking about, I'm finding all the things
Boy-girl, boy-girl When a boy meets a girl Boy-girl Finding out I'm finding out the things That I've been talking about I'm finding all the things That
Übersetzung: U2. Boy-Girl.
Boy-girl, boy-girl When a boy meets a girl Boy-girl Finding out I'm finding out the things That I've been talking about I'm finding all the things
still ball Until We Fall Chorus: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll! I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control! (Repeat twice) Verse 2
me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to
b mineeee [Lloyd Banks:] If u hearin I f**ked yo girl I prolly did Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u
Boy oh boy its good to know ya [chorus] [Verse 2:] If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets
the madame of Miami Ride around all day in a skirt no panties. So mannish, throws so cabanish South Beach gotcha girl skin so tannish. Florida, given u
Yall hear me now? Yes girls. Line up 1 by 1, 2 by 2 Lets go! Roll, roll it girl, roll it girl Roll, control it girl, roll it girl Roll, You know me love
time Baby, you say [Verse 2:] But your talking ain't helpin my crisis And it's looking very unlikely That I'm gonna remain your wifey If you keep doing your girl
Mais j'represente so real JJ fait move your feet Girl you see that I'm on my way, ils veulent savoir qui suis-je So j'vais rester fat Surtout original boy
: Yea 1 2, 1 2, testing, I said 1 2 (Bring it back) Yea 1 2, 1 2, testing I said 1 2 1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do Let's get more paper,
50 CENT] U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
