do it come on and uh, do what you do chorus: I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough of your love verse 2:
Tell me now Can't get enough of your love I can't get enough, baby Can't get enough of your love I can't get enough, baby Can't get enough of your love
Traduzione: Bad Company. Non riesci a smettere.
seas, I freeze your mega dumb company Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves DUNCED Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad
ve been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once And ya'll trying to chase me You don't innovate because you can't innovate It's not a choice
s see what you've got Get your kicks out of mishaps of others the truth ain't enough so you'll add in some colors So proud of the stories you get to
and, baby, this is. This is your life, don't hide it, don't try to mystify how soft the flesh is. This is your life, get even, even if you die, don't
your ass get's flowed !??!?! Yo, yo, yo, hold up man, chill out, yo, yo, get this off right here You better get away get away I think I need a shrink
nigga don't I seem stressed lately Seem disturbed, lot of regrets lately Got a company, that I'm signed to but they ain't in my company, when all I need
your squad is benchin locally Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin Don't fuck
much for birthday wishes I've been too busy with bad memories You've made me I don't think I'll get over it To be honest I can't see How this could be
Can't you see; that's the way it's gotta be Fates got a plan for us, even when our lives get rough You make up, break up, you fall, you get back up Can't
Beanie Baby after my profit That don't do much for hip hop - that isn't respect it's cockfondlin In eighty-nine we called it tip-doggin; but you ain't know that rookie Don't
one and I can't pull it faster Aight you scheming bastard...that's 8...now can I have my master? [Kno] Yo, I hate posse cuts, this isn't challenging
thrown out the place We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you That had a bad case
to bring a crowd in. Of course, I don't have enough friends to make it sound miniscule, and I'm not an emo band so I can't make whining sound cool. My
