Translation: Ross, Diana. Its My Turn.
Translation: Diana Ross The Supremes. Its My Turn.
bed squeak (There goes the bed sheets) Err'ybody rip the swag off 'Fore I rip the tag off Why my pants sag off, cause I'm rappin' my ass off Flow so
you miss my face... I remember when you would say you hate my ways. I said I'm not comin back... its you fooled me once, but you cant have that ego turning
love its all a big mistake, and i dont wanna play the fool ive giving up alot of me for youuu how can you let this be?, how can you not defend me? are my
and pixie dust I try But it's so hard to believe I try But I can't see what you see I try, I try, I try... My whole world is changing I don't know where to turn
Silently the senses abandon my defenses Softly, gently, night unfits its splendor Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from
goodbye again I could trust you, but it's out of my hands I once believed your promises Believed in every word you said I still love you but my heart
does she no now you no it now u know it (nicki manaj) ok i get it let me think i guess its my turn maybe its time to put this pussy on your side
whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth Hop up out the bed, turn my swag
, direct from us, street intellectuals, and im shrewd about decimals, and my man can speak patois, and I can speak rap star, yall feel me even if its
it up relationship gotta man it up for you to act right boy boy youve got to act right (Chorus) im a maniac a maniac eh cause if its concerning you then i lose my
hole in my head, my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head, Don't look at me funny Like
I feel a cold flush going through my hair and hey you know what I don't even care The time has passed me by Its gone with the wind Its all because the
, its funny cause, I never thought this would end, But then the season changed. Drake: You were my, you were my, you were my girl. Jhene: I was your
My certainties could turn into my currencies but you'll never see my shirt wide open With the chest hair blowing in the wind I know it You never see me loose it trying to justify my
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches