love, sweet and fine to remember Maybe tomorrow, your fever will find me Waiting for me now, lady love Find you waiting, lady love Waiting and waiting, lady love Find you waiting, lady
Traduzione: Great White. Lady Love.
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said And that's Johnson He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin' Acts like he's the only white boy
little wood on Chop chop, heat it up, beat it up, eat it up With Dre and G wildin, these freaks love each of us Now it's new to Louise to love Cause peepin
nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white
get bust Majestic, gettin shredded while I'm twirlin n switchin up T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we lounge around in our white
back of your peeps Always catch niggaz comin from the back with the heat Love to watch they knees buckle when they smack the concrete You ain't gotta love
great mike, Bun an Wayne an Drake in here man this gon be a great night, Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white, Try to cross me
the great Mike Bun an Wayne an Drake in here man this gon be a great night, Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white, Try to cross
Star-Spangled Banner (Smith/Key), Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (Stephen Stills)] One, two, three . . . BILLY the Mountain BILLY the Mountain A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely
it: white sand, blue sea, But I don't know who they are and I'm damn sure they don't know me But I come in peace! Cool! White Flag! White Flag! No War
[Chorus:] Makin love to the money I swear the sex great I kicked them hoes out but let the money stay makin love to the money like a sex tape I'm talkin
[Chorus:] Makin love to the money I swear the sex great Kick dem hoes out but let the money stay Makin love to the money lika sextape I'm talkin kim.
A lady was walking on a midsummer's day The birds they were whistling so merrily and gay When along came a white steed in the finest array And it carried
A lady was walking on a midsummer's day The birds they were whistling so merrily and gay When along came a white steed in the finest array And it
waters poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the neverending story prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her the lady in brightest white