She's love, she's love (Woah) She's love, she's love (Woah) She's love, she's love (Woah) She's, she love (La da di) She's love, she's love (Woah) She
Tradução: Fin De Moda. Ella es amor.
: She says she's read too many fashion magazine She's forgotten what real love is like And as the basement collects more kids off the street They smoke
boundary. There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the
blessing's the reason I manifested quick love songs so quit stressin' I'm still present never stop love boo-boo, it's the deepest know that The Lord loves
to end up huggin, let's dance {Tray Deee} Lil' momma got a gang of ass Plus that mini-skirt make me think she fast Passed by and asked if she'd like
the studio yo [1] Word? [2] Yo we got a jawn [1] Yo, is she live? [2] Yeah she's live [1] Sup wit her? [2] She's just, real nice to talk Sometimes I used
think you wanna play." [echoes] [Intro:] HEHH! You hurtin' yaself nigga. [Beat starts playin' Cum'ron's: "Welcome To New York City"] IT'S BAD! It's BAD
she'd returned to Wisconsin and he to Locust, Pennsylvania she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She
Oh! Guess mami's love me, yeah they be spoilin' me, Only 17, call me the definition or teenage royalty. [Chorus:] Uh oh! It's Xkwisyt the great! Oh! Uh oh! It's
money getting bitch, I love that shit Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon call If you got a little money she taking her clothes off She dance
ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge /
bitch, a down ass bitch A money getting bitch, I love that shit 'Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon' call If you got a little money, she taking her clothes off She
pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two Actin' like she forty, she
back, Blazay Blah, so get the fuck out my face Oh what a disgrace, you can't disgrace Boys I'll erase you boys to mincemeat Human means T, O's, N's, why's
A money getting bitch, I love that shit Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon call If you got a little money she taking her clothes off She dance
She says she's read too many fashion magazines She's forgotten what real love is like And as the basement collects more kids off the street They smoke
Slim And the chick the honky's ran to see She was the honky-tonk's fantasy Tina Turner, the living legacy And she's still got you tripping off the legs