Tradução: BJ Thomas. No es pesado es mi hermano.
it's horrible And ya niggas can't stand it, until you left stranded And then vanish, understand it, capsize I release hoes that can't be sold Your goal like gold, that's
her everynight while she's in his arms i wish he wouldn't treat her that way chorus: he loves her most for who she is and let's the whole world know she's
: [feat. B.o.B.] [Verse 1: Jessie J] Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the tale comes first, And the truth
But that's enough about them, talk about me Yes it's B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you
ans, Mais ses parents helas, le refuserent. Il n'avait pas un sou vaillant. "Je reviendrai fortune faite." Lui a-t-il dit. "Je t'attendrai. Je veux aussi
I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars I ain't what's poppin bitch I'm what's popular If I'm the one to go at, niggas what's stopping ya I call my
Mo) You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio [Fabolous] Yo...Baby Girl where you at ? [Lil Mo] Right here...Right here...right here baby Here's another
Security let her through, trust me man she's alright (She's alright, she's alright, she's alright) (Cause she's gon ride, she's gon ride, she's gon ride
things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous
O.P.) [Jadakiss] D-Block [Styles] True indeed [J] Double R [S] Yes, true indeed [J] Desert Storm [S] True indeed (Sheek Lu' where you at?) [S] True indeed
: (feat. DJ Clue) [Verse 1] F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our
laying low like J. Lo Can't pack a six-fo True dyke like what they hit for Play the bar nigga, we dont disco Grown ass man don't harlem shake Good sense
me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla
out What up 50? Let?s talk it out But until we talk it out [Chorus x2] Don?t Don?t End Up dead Nigga Don?t Don?t up Dead [Verse 3] I remember when my
with a white bitch That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey The wife be at home with the kid's Look at them and see how a motherfucker
trillionaire And I really don't care how you feeling Big-faced hundred dollar bills I'm peeling Bottles stacked up to the ceiling And I just can't explain
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I
