Traduzione: Sapore di pollo. Dopo aver.
Traduzione: Sapore di pollo. Se mi chiedete.
Traduzione: Sapore di pollo. Tramonto.
Traduzione: Sapore di pollo. Make it Back.
Traduzione: Sapore di pollo. Dime.
Squint your eyes and look closer I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster I am thirty-two flavors and then some And I'
Y ahora las chicas en el club? Get low! Bailando para abajo tocando el suelo. Y mis negros en el club con las manos en el aire, tocando el cielo, rockeando
Y ahora las chicas en el club? Get low! Bailando para abajo tocando el suelo. Y mis negros en el club con las manos en el aire, tocando el techo, rockeando
Ooo girl I'd walk a hundred miles To see your pretty face each time you smile There is no distance for me, long as I can believe I'll see you tonight
get it the same (let's go) Pimpin ain't changed, niggaz still gettin 'em thangs Got the six with Shaquille feet rippin 'em lanes Got a chick that's a
babes Packin a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh! Thug shit in a major way I kick ya dog's ass like a Flavor Flav Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers
[Abel] La, la, la, la, la, latino, sexo, baile y vino, muevelo pa?ca nena, mira que rico, yo siempre estoy relajao, tranquilo chico, yo con la maniobra
trick) I only pop a coochie if it smells Gucci Get the lucci hit it for months and then smoke blunts with the hoochies ("What's the flavor Dunn" - Tame) You know the flavor
these ladies feeds on my day to day jocks chicks all around my neck like a flavor flav clock they say that they hot but I feel that they stay but we compare chicks
shake it girl and dats wussup you want it you can take it girl and dats wussup super duper fly baby girl you so grown bringing more flavor then some cold
so one of his people bought it See change, that's ??? ??? favor this time He sent the angel to sprinkle some flavor on this rhyme Sent the poor folks, rice, chicken
P-H-I-L-L-Y, North, West, Southwest South side P-H-I-L-L-Y, Give it to them bitches and niggas who stay fly [Verse 1 - Beanie] You know my flavor Low
M.C.'s fall to the dust. Some will rust cause I bust and I crush. You can't touch. I'm the child of the wild, the flavor of the nile. I gave you plenty
