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'Clock and those walls are slowly closin'. You get home so down and worn out, thunderstruck. Yeah fits you good, Oh fits you good. Yeah fits you good
Fordítás: Adams, Bryan. Illik Ya Good.
Clock and those walls are slowly closin'. You get home so down and worn out, thunderstruck. Yeah fits you good, Oh fits you good. Yeah fits you good
O'Clock and those walls are slowly closin'. You get home so down and worn out, thunderstruck. Yeah fits you good, Oh fits you good. Yeah fits you good
help I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean
out, Ima get ya, love ya momma, Thisa do ya, Ima bomb ya, Neva with a homie, Show me ow ya wanna momma, Money good, but ya a lona, So its no good momma
I thought I told ya I'm supposed ta, whip up your town in Testarossas Heatin like Folgers mayne, I'm young black and rich As good as it gets, and givin your point guard fits
you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop Turn up the radio and drop the top I see you look so good
Good to go, good to go Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks all day, new fits, alright Drop hits all day, then party all night Good to go, good to go Good
again And you get embarrased And I got nothin' to do But make you look Stupid as parents You f***in' do-gooders Too bad you couldn't Do good at marriage
only thing that looks good on me - is you Ya it's you - it could only be you Nobody else will ever do Ya baby it's you - that I stick to Ya we stick