's Mister White Keys He's Mister White Keys He's Mister White Keys Hey He's Mister White Keys He's Mister White Keys He's Mister White Keys Hey He's
He's a friend to all the stars Made a fortune selling cars Not beyond a little sleaze He's Mr. White Keys Wifey loves the tanning booth Just a little
Übersetzung: Cherry Poppin 'Daddies. Mr. White Keys.
Übersetzung: Cherry Poppin 'Daddies. Mister White Keys.
I know the player With the slick Trigger finger For Her Majesty Another one With the Golden tone voice And then your fantasy Another bill From
, duran Rest in Peace [B.G.] Now if ya know me then you know I'm bout that shoot em up and Bang Bang, got ya white tee full of red stains From the blood
is put it on your fuckin back Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes Times are hard to explore I made my own fort Fifteen hundred pearl white
: An army of white keys Guided by a black one Will play the notes In your eyes A three-act tragedy Artistic revenge For your mistake A sweet
I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold As long as the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white
myself But the way that shorty danced, unbelievable Whispered something in her ear, make her lead the floor Girl its getting hot up in here, maybe we should go Keys
Tupac) Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White
up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I ain't signin' on a new lease, No cooks, no keys, Models with the nose bleeds, White lace,
jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin
witness Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Brother brother, please, turn on the TV See a black man dead, from a white man's powder See a white man scared
hands in the air And cry for a switch Michael Stipe: Father, father P Diddy: Father help us, come on Michael Stipe: Everybody thinks we're wrong Alicia Keys
me home 2 a.m. I'm on a black-out binge again (ha ha ha) You know I don't need sleep and I lost my keys but I got so many friends And they keep, keep
bad im askin how could u expose everythin we had now i gotta go inside the little black bag i bet he'll be back tryna wave tha white flag nigga-nerve
, when a deal come around and the checks don't bounce, I'm scared Someday I might change. Someday you might tease, Somedayz I won't see, Somedayz you throw keys
