Es ist Freitag und wieder mal sitze ich hier in dieser Bar kurze Rocke lange Beine grelles Inventar und keine Langeweile Der Typ gegenuber macht mich
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee Three, four, five, look at him jive Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee I met my sweetie
im a G you aint know a muthafuckin thang about me i tell you one muthafuckin thang about me bitch i got so much money on me ~Rick ross~ [verse 1] im
I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face And instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome body
I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me I tell you one muthaf*** thang 'bout me *** I got so much money on me, Ross
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee Three, four, five, look at him jive Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee I met my sweetie
Wait! Oh yes, wait just a minute Mr. Postman Wait! Wait Mr. Postman Mr. Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please
I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face and instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome body
Traduzione: Ross, Diana. Please Mr. Postman.
Traduzione: Ross, Diana. Mr. Lee.
Traduzione: G-Unit. Sarò il Shooter (Rick Ross Diss).
Traduzione: Lars HUG. Il sole è così rosso, Madre.
Traduzione: Rick Ross. Sto AG.
: One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee Three, four, five, look at him jive Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee I met my sweetie
