you dont need to tell me, I know, you don't, I know, you don't, Need to tell me, tell me. Kiss and Tell, Everybody else, and you're at your best, when
know you don't need to tell me (x12) I know you don't I know you don't need to tell me, tell me (x2) kiss and tell everybody else when you're at your
, you dont need to tell me, I know, you don't, I know, you don't, Need to tell me, tell me. Kiss and Tell, Everybody else, and you're at your best,
they're, like Oh my! You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why. I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre. I’m an itch that they
mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the.44 mag Shut up bitch, show me
out You ain't got to tell me homie I know I'm da best out You to hate them days I was the odd man lefted out Now I'm in everything And I rock heavy bling
at one time I?m so much cooler online So much cooler online When I get home I kiss my mom And she fixes me a snack And I head down to my basement bedroom And
Tell like "damn what you feedin' up" Her, her, her body so ridiculous I kiss it when she ticklish Big booty were record You can find it up in Guinness And
around and use it on me You tryna take my keys? You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre [Dr Dre:] They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my! You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cause I know why. I
that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us
slow down, and take a look who the hoe now At every industry party, gettin' so damn drunk Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked Remind me
my! " (whoo!) You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cause I know why. I dip through in that six trey like sick 'em Dre. I'm an itch that they can't
slow down, and take a look who the hoe now At every industry party, gettin so damn drunk Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked Remind me
you want to talk about it? Miley: NO! Robbie: ok?. you had a fight danana, she made you mad, and now you sit and stuff your face you got the process sugar