Come and get my love, don't turn around I will never let you down, come and get my love Don't waste your time, you're magical So sensual, emotional, so beautiful Come and
Fordítás: T-Spoon. Gyere és vedd My Love.
do with that? Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, come on over here with that Sugar sticky sweet stuff, come and give me that stuff Everybody want some Melodies that get
last one Met a new freak, she thicker than the last one Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my passion I don't show compassion And all my B***hs yellin
, take your time, do it right Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings In my ear to get my hormones in gear Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and
time, do it right Mmm, lick my belly button Whisper sweet nothings in my ear To get my hormones in gear Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and
my son, make sure he's doing what his mama say Before you take me God help me get my family straight My auntie got AIDS and I'm watching her suffer
we from, The 50's are bloody and the 100 dollar bill is dirty brown they love Me. I mess up my livin' room, and studio with my money, A G-note is purple
, can we all get along? Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the morn' And make decisions when wake up and yawn Come on, you can tell me if
Whoopsy daisy, as she busts my eyes close Excuse the pitch if I slip and my rhyme's slow But I got a feelin' ho is appealin' I'm sittin' underground but my
go I'ma murk niggaz and get my fetti right now [Chorus 2X: Z-Ro] I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin for my holster Sometime I feel my
you locked behind the wall When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit Well I
sh-t thrown on the block don't let it get too hot And moving that "get you high sh-t" Me I'm in that cockpit On my suit and tie sh-t Tryna cash it and
still love you, still feel you, still there for you No matter what, you will always be in my heart With unconditional love Come, listen to my truest thoughts, my
4X] Don't touch my money man Don't touch my money man Don't touch my mothafuckin money man [N.A.R.D] Welcome to the city of big ballers and players and
slippin' no time to get laid Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9 Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my
' ya now if you can't flaunt it Take your ass home and work on it But if you got butter on your biscuit then eat it And, take it to my homies and feed
my training wheel you are my chamomile you are my friend come again some other day you are my pantomime and you are my moonshine you are my sunshine
