: Why should I care If I have to cut my hair? I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast. I know I should fight But my old man he's really alright
Why should I care If I have to cut my hair? I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast I know I should fight But my old man, he's really alright
Why should I care If I have to cut my hair? I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast. I know I should fight But my old man he's really alright
Tradução: Que, el. Mi corte de pelo.
my hair. As free as my hair, hair, hair, Hair, hair, ha-ha-ha-hair, Hair, hair, hair, Hair, hair, ha-ha-ha-hair. As free as my hair, hair, hair, Hair, hair
walked in strong, mentally palming my nuts I got em swarming and stuck, she calm in the cut You know me? I can spot a Swan from a Duck My approach? Smoother
yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh) Why shouldn't I wear this much ice The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right? Why wouldn
, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I?d trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I?d give the
on my wrist, light bubbles in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my
: [Mr. Mixx cuts up] (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin
eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that
ain't nothing without JD And all the fans with me They say that I was better And you far from a flirt how you messing with Ciara Then you cut your hair
know it's a blessin' the way he brag, he gon' last one second but oh contrea don't stop and stare if i sell my jewelry and cut my hair still be here after
finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout [Fabolous:] According to my
we fail again its pales of hen So many tattoos the feds can't see my skin So I think about my cell again And my friends do you realize what kind of
