[Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse 1
A fool there was And he made his prayer To light that glare, pucks that getter And girls to fit her to care But this fool that was Had suddenly found
I love you, Samantha And my love will never die Remember, Samantha I'm a one gal guy Together, Samantha We could ride a star and ride it high Remember
Easy come, easy go That's the way if love must have its day As it came Let it go No remorse, no regret We should part Exactly as we met Easy come, easy
Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore Calling me back to you once more Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana Dreams
sweetest and the shortest story told Short and sweet were those good old songs of yesterday Short and sweet Lord was the warm and tender love she gave to me Short
Chorus: Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts (4 x's) (That's what I texted) Verse 1:
[Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse
[Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse 1:]
Traduzione: Bobby Bare. Breve e dolce.
Traduzione: Valentino, Bobby. Boy Shorts.
: [Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse
Smack that, oooh. Smack that, all on the floor, Smack that, give me some more, Smack that, 'till you get sore, Smack that, oooh. [Bobby Creek:] Bobby
soars through the sky And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise [Hook] In my rap world we bump 75 girls Playboy short, right before court staring
[Originally by Bobby Darin] Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing
[feat. Lloyd Banks] [Bobby V:] Can I get you in the bed? Lay your pretty body on that bed Girl I am gonna rub my fingers through your hair And I am
could talk, muthafuckaz'll be shot I'm about ta go 51-50, got nobody wit me Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey Smokin' Newports, no support But like Too Short
