Street love, street love Street love, street love I knew it from the first time you said hello That you were special We come from two different worlds
, Girl I Wanna To Give You, All Of This Street Love I Wanna Give It, All Of This Street Love Baby Your Heart Is Safe With Me Take All Of My Street Love
Girl I wanna to give you, all of this street love I wanna give it, all of this street love baby Your heart is safe with me Take all of my street love
Fordítás: Lloyd. Streetlove.
I wanna to give you, all of this street love I wanna give it, all of this street love baby Your heart is safe with me Take all of my street love Baby
Thou shall not run these streets, thou shall not hit these clubs Every night of the week lookin' for some groupie love Thou shall respect your heart,
you move, the way you groove I'ma fan, and you're the celebrity She good at freaky stuff, shawty got me geeked up Like Faybo, I got Play-doh, let me show you street
It's a major move right here, baby Gotta get wit it or get lost Ya understand? Yeah It's Young Lloyd reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia Decatur where
, you'll regret it Cause I target the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops beheaded I keep cream, the pistols my street team Triples on my sweet
you not see I don't need your sympathy I won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness please So she took me back to her basement flat Which was down on Charlotte Street
mission street When you go down on your knees You're so hard to please When you go down on your knees It feels like up, down on mission street
Hey, hey, it's goin' out to all the ladies I know You know what time it is when I come to the door, man, ya man Girl, I came to see you in this club
I'm lovin' how ya twurk, I'm lovin' how ya do I'm lovin' what ya on, I'm so grown off of you Now, don't quote me yet but girl I think ya might Be someone
Am I being pulled from across the room I can feel her watchin' me But I'm playing cool, me and my dudes Tryin' not to spill my drink And she's showing
I can't see how anyone could ignore ya Girl, you got my mind going outta me Girl, let me admit that I do adore ya 'Cause there's a lock box to my heart
mozarella - no, making worlds bettter Cheese will come, believe me I'm, never focussed on the cash Ask Mel Gibson, Jesus Christ, I'm bout the pass... ion [Lloyd
