All I want is my baby woah woah, woah woah woah woah Every place I go, always reminds me All the times we had, are now behind me All I want is my
Traduzione: Rolling Stones. All I Want Is My Baby.
you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type get head then
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands
my name, switching my lanes in my bugatti Nigga, I ain't crazy, bitches like me 'cause I'm paid They want me, Lebron, Kobe, or Dwyane Wade When I say I
is nothing Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler He's putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller Me, I get busy, I put that work
like Joe and 'em, I cock the M-1 Get busy when I'm holdin one So many rounds I get dizzy when I'm loadin 'em Front, then I'm sober son [Chorus: Wali
Louis Alumni) [Intro: Ali] Check it out, my name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics You know us, know what I'm sayin' But what you might not know Is we
baby it just happens every day I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and I want it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away
of bodyguards My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas Dippin' off in limos and bitch y'all just maintain Givin' my babies all of my money But my diamonds
'all, with a gang of bodyguards My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain Givin' my babies all of my money, but my
a crook, word up All the time I'm in crazy drama When I pick up the phone call my baby's mama, aha She try to tell my baby I'm no good But she don't like
we ain't gonna come I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun (chorus) Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want
Shorty Shitstain:] YO! I wear all black, down to my shoes, to my black hat It be's like that, all my niggas that don't know how to act I roll with scam
though my ci-lo maintainin with the dread Rock the flat top until the [shit] went dead I'm known for my skills, all my technique's coast I wreck rhymes systematic, I