Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh (Repeat)
Tradução: De Texas. No You Want Me.
I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't gotta be perfect I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin parties in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me
Back again mothafuckas. It's 3 Am in the mornin', like what? Niggas can't fuck with me man. West coast don. You know me. HA! AW shit! You know what I
stop making the bands, cuz i am one New york need me, Cali gave me a star if you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard you can go there if you ever need
in your face Midwest hip tight Texas Screwed Don'tcha want me to have your baby Don't you wish I was your girl I got that Good Hit Don't you wish I was
wants disciples, that's the aim So after the heart change they can rep the name Christ And we ain't saying we don't want to see 'em saved We're saying
get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still dont love bitches My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!) Speak it loud and clearly If you feel me
player you heard me? Can't do nothing with me hey yo Flip holla at me man holla at me man I'm tryin to holla at you [Talking: Lil Flip] I'm right here
judge wants you back Debbie Allen wants you and my taco wants you back Larry Hagman wants you back Eddie Murphy wants you back (?) The Alamo wants you
headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed me When I proved it to him Then I whispered Not even you can hide You see, you're just like me I hope you
beats I feel like when you hear this shit You goin' feel like me Nigga fuck you I feel just like you (3x) You fucking with the B.G. You fucking with
you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone And tell me how much you care (Wyclef) Yo, close your
I see you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone And tell me how much you care Wyclef: Yo, close
