Mon vieux phono ! Et nous rest'rons, c'est bien certain Unis comme les doigts de la main Car mon phono, mon bon vieux phono Oui mon phono, mon bon vieux
vieux phono ! Et nous rest'rons, c'est bien certain Unis comme les doigts de la main Car mon phono, mon bon vieux phono Oui mon phono, mon bon vieux
What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush
(feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro Shook
ve been missing You are enough to keep me wondering through the nights that I've spent Alone Alone In hotels we are only voices Kept safe and sound in phone
What this scene needs is a savior All the money's in the melody, of course the ladies come for lyrics If music was anything it used to be, there would
We won't sleep Oh, let's go! This is for the best So I think it's safe to say, I can not live a single day without you Not around you, I've got
You've become blind by what you can't see Can you tell me was it worth it To see this side of my back, to dress my toe in a tag Took sweat and tears
Everyone has changed, yet everything's the same I promise to return once I make my escape (Hey) Make my escape (Hey) Everyone has changed, yet everything
without you I miss you so much Won't you please hurry up I need you home but right now this is me Kissing the phone I was reaching for the phone when
hang up!" [Bleeping] Mr Spindel: "That's it!" [Bleeping] Mr Spindel: "Damn you kids!!" [Bleeping] Mr Spindel: "Damn you!!" [Slams down phone] [Phone
on you, it's just because he's coming." Richie: "Ok. So look, uh, do you wanna meet at the Spring Fling Dance thi..." [She hangs up phone] [Phone rings
you'll hate me for doing so the carrot I had slipped out of my hands Beat the leaderhorse there's blood on the track Your values were never my friends I phone
Baby And Im Used To It Daily, Havin Phone Sex, See Im Gone Act Like U Were Right Here Freak Ya Like I Dont Care, We're Havin Phone Sex, Baby When Ur Not Home [Talkin] Phone
Chest mo e nata serat ca tu chiamm a me... Con la tua voce sensuale me saj fa muri'... Quando ti chiedo chi sei... mi dici meglio di no.... Forse ti
in the air, take a photo (click,click) press send yeah, picure phone 4 play (8x) baby girl sendin freaky pictures to my phone, to my phone, to my phone
the phone with his bookie al stankus is always on the phone with his bookie al stankus is always on the phone with his bookie he's on the phone to puerto
spend about an hour That's What's up That's What's up And hold and embrace, And girl I wanna taste That's What's up That's What's up Over the phone is