Translation: Raggende Manne. You Can Have It All.
Sitting at the crib with my feet up Phone starts ringing, getting blown up Got another show that I putted up It never slows down You walk in and throw
Now what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
I met this girl down the block from me Used to tell myself she was too hot for me But then I saw her at the corner store So I ran on over just to grab
There's a voice that cries out in the silence Searching for heart that will love him Longing for child that will give him their all Give it all, he wants
songs come on my radio some are fast and some are slow some about sunshine some about rain but to this old heart they sound the same even though love
Gee, I really like your tits I'll say anything that fits We carry our vision wherever we go If you keep your mouth shut It's still gonna show We're all
I conjure up the thought of being gone But I'd probably even do that wrong I try to think about which way Would I be able to? And would I be afraid? '
Pitch Black 6 Kick Back Let Me Purp Her Fight For The Draw Make A Nig** Wanna Show Her Thinking How I Might Of Lost The One I Always Searched For The
Thought I could define it, One look in your eyes when it proved me wrong, I find myself speechless, This feeling of completeness is so strong, And I was
Yeah Takes my dinner, drinks my beer Spends my money but I don't care She's my love, she's my dear Love is here, I was there, ah Yeah
Back again, et the trend, t'was me the great SP Alongside Tamic girl, I all on you, girl, anytime I all on you anyplace Any gal weh want it it tell them
We're all gonna die When I was a very young boy, mama told me we all gonna die Mama said son love can't be trusted, it's just another weakness We all
You think that youre the second coming Sorry to say it doesnt do it for me Must be a drag when youre so stunning In all that you are And all that you
All of them, they must be slaughtered All of them, they must be slaughtered The father, the son They guide the lowly goat The mind it takes to end a
She draws the costume correct In thick, black and red eyeliner Yeah, she's too young for the club But the guys at the door don't mind her The boys are
Que dependencia Dan su olor y sus besos De la forma de hablarse y mirarse Que hacen que el techo del cuarto sea de cielo Que dependencia Sus suenos despiertos