just can't deny that it's true Loving you, still loving you My heart keeps reminding me, baby, I'm still loving you) Still loving you, still loving you, still loving you
Tradução: Tormenta. Still Loving You.
the night The tides won't change, seasons rearrange When the world is through I will still love you Girl, you're like an angel from above Sent here to shower me with your love
them You said I want love, I want it all You look better now than last time But you still look better from afar The life that you wanted was not in store You
freak that's Greek Or distinguished English I fly in for a Hawaiian And if you dont know who i am [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm
New York City's haze You rats can keep running through your city's maze Until you get sprayed with the pesticide I know you in that hole, you best to
a snake When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just
) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [Fabolous
revolve Niggas love when you broke but they hate when you get large Wait for you to slip and try to find a way to get you robbed Run in ya crib and duck
t even warm up and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter the crossover
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain'
cent store Cuz you cant stop wont stop two weak motha fuckers who just need to sit down before you get the fuck clowned And if i see you around Imma
newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
[Verse 1: Game] You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive Kill a California, the door's commiting suicide Bitches ain't fucking with you unless you
eatin, and you be snackin like you on a diet That's why you window shoppin actin like you wanna buy it Actin like you gonna roit, like you gonna shoot
I feel your heartbeat like a storm. The cut across your eyes is turning gray This last day, our last night, I whispered slowly in your ear, "I love you
show me love [Chorus] I got sacks of weed And we can hit the cuts And roll 'em up Roll 'em up When you dealin' wit the mob Fool you know what's up Cuz
