Letras:
Rolling Stones Come On

t mean maybe. Come on, I'm try'n to make you see That I belong to you, hon, and you belong to me. Come on, come on, come on, come on

to check it I wish somebody'd come along and run into it and wreck it Come on, since me and my baby parted Come on, I can't get started Come on, I can

Tradução: Rolling Stones. Ven.

don't mean maybe. Come on, I'm try'n to make you see That I belong to you, hon, and you belong to me. Come on, come on, come on, come on

to check it I wish somebody'd come along and run into it and wreck it Come on, since me and my baby parted Come on, I can't get started Come on, I can

bitch neck Give her VVS stones and keep her fuckin wrist wet Jimmy Iovine give me big check Coz I valeted the Valentines Day Massacre Put it on his desk

hood nigga lost with no direction So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival

Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects To park in a four door Bentley on my set. Same hood, same motherfuckin steps I sat on and

black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can admire, but don't look too