Tradução: Joya. ¿Quiere jugar? (Esta versión Way).
chiffon satin room She never looks back She always looked good dressed in black CHORUS Oh...You're so special Oh...Who gives a... Do you want to play
Glock Won't Fit How You Make In The Streets I Tell 'Em Lord Knows You Know The Feds Outside You're Better Off Doing Shows Cause What You Play For You
who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse
stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do [verse
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They want to bring
you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart If you wanted urine in your face, all you had to do was say it You
I'm like I'm not tryna be you man The things these fellas do for romance You can hate but you can't stop my swag [Chorus] [Verse 2] Hey Tecca Nina
Verse One: Mase Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed
Let's do this shit for the kids, man I got a call right now I'm a answer my call, but I'm a just say it like this I do this for the gangstas, man, for
cocked Zazemi You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, If you lie, that's the only way I let you
all his life so What could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that
every heart so please beleive me wen i say, (chorus)Everywhere you go you hear, music, you feel it in your soul once you, do it, so if u want to roll you can, do
This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all
Pricks And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta Wit This Gift Im Live Wit This Ink U Could
so many haters you never know, alright [Verse 1] As I read this letter and as you listen I know right now I'm either dead or in prison I'm writing this
from the slums From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue Verse Three: Rubbabandz Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you
this (Gangsta Shit) Play with me if you want to nigga Trick where's my money at You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit) I wouldn't have it any way
