I want to with you Girl, I want to with you Put a little ring, third finger, left hand Stay with somebody Who will love and understand Girl, I want
Tercüme: David Ball. I ile İstiyor.
up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You
next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I
you so damn lame Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle?
what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (
you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got
grass Stash the right bitch pull out his kite from this white bitch Talkin' 'bout dear ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you
I. See I been that way since knee high Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi No lizzi I'm hizzi Like kells I believe I can flizzi And yeaaaahhhh I
they hunt me Whatcha momma taught you HUH?Whatcha momma teach you (HUH?) Don't know why I fought you, don't know why I beat you STAND UP to the systematic
with pizza loaf We have no 'Chillito' Man fuck that! I'm looking at this shit right on your menu I want a chillito Perhaps instead I make for you a fresh
love without you Here beside you is really where it's at what do you say to that [ ac.guitar - dobro ] I promise I'll never leave I'll always want you with me Loving you
, Cyrus I'm inside my lab stabbin' rhymes on black papyrus Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate? I
, I get cheddar wit the fees I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever you need My neck on bling, wrist
To all you bitch-ass haters you ain't gutter I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'fucker [Chorus] You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you
hotter than any you other cats get Practice You lack this I'm the real McCoy First with Jeff I was startin' Then with Martin I'm a Badboy See more green than David
back I got, I got that swagga back, I got, I got that swagga back I got my swagga back All you see that you see when you seein' me You ain't seein'
like a run, to you Windows like a broken crystal ball Show me the missing pieces of my life And now I want them all, with you Breathing faster, I Count
