you're a winner, Didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it You got the title now, I'ma tell the whole world To give it up for my girl Round three
Lulu's in the back room Screaming in her cell I'd like to switch her off But I don't feel so well You could move closer I think you have a pleasant smell
He is down on bended knee And that's all very well Like to live with you someday I think that would be swell I love the way you kicked my face in Then
Red is calling in the dead of night I can hardly wait Head is spinning I just don't feel right Something that I ate Saw you falling fell from so high
Singing sprightly, living brightly God we do it oh, so well Come and join the party with me Come and live in pleasant hell And how high they rise Where
My sweet honey bee, you are the one for me, no No matter what your mother says If I could be most anything, I'd be the one that makes you sing With all
Dawn breaks twice and I breathe awhile If I could speak, I would make you smile And you'd be free watching over, over me But it's always in my head All
Tercüme: Secada Jon. 12 Rounds.
: Kaos] Oh yes mami, come over here and Lay your head on daddy chest mami And plus ill put them hickies down on Yo necks mami, we could be goin 12 rounds
world burning The bellring breaks my heart ' I hear his voice calling And there's no way out I think I'm going down It's time for final round I never
trying to figure what Loon and Puff make [Verse: P. Diddy] Bitch please! you ain't been in a helicopter Flying 'round Jesus statue wit a mountain in
my mind Need a Starbucks and a wifi Or a jet airliner to fly me anywhere I said do you wanna take a drive in my truck Don't pay no mind to that 12 point
convicted,bleek told me dont play wit em donkey told me fight, man my mind goin through a motherefuckin cycle,got my movement to hold me down when im gone away,12
) A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that
s wasted Purple codine, sprite, pink, don't waste it Mix up, grandma drank it, didn't taste it Now grandma sipping syrup leaning wasted Walking 'round
up Now him have Benz and nah memba him friend But di odda day him get back on di old block Broad daylight like round 12 o'clock And come pon di corna
