sisters too One thousand times A girl like you One thousand times And your sisters too One thousand times A girl like you One thousand times And your mother too One thousand times A girl like you
Traduzione: Tom Jones. A Girl Like You.
of way, hate it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a place we stand And then you have to worry
that's scared of a scuffle, YOU The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven, you all about nothing, YOU Biatch (Cam) Told you
wah?!? Dedication to show dat! wah?!? Chuckin' MC's like stones Bad boy forever like Sean Puffy Combs Inside, outside runnin all zones Set trend, get girls like Tom Jones
with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher Got a girl
like tile Phenomenal style Checkin' out your vertical smile Gonna pack my bags gonna hit the road So say goodbye cause I been gone for a while I got west Nile its a disease Gonna buy you a
Chain, Peep Tha Rang, Peep Tha Grill Boy You Try To Take It And You Gonna Meet Tha Steel Boy Im Reppin Texas All Day Im Not A Gimic You Know Damn Well
Chorus: Kobe] Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird, aoow We on the corner
super super So don't you dare come at me Like ex Luther Cause you sir will lose like most losers All I need is a shot like... I mean a bullet cut the
my brain like a pound of crack Turned me into a big flower creature that quacked Grin like a Cheshire Cat, suit like a jester Body like an elf, voice
And she ain't have a home but had a jones for guys that was black She looked down at New Orleans and was like (I like that) The news was so sad, it was like a
dat? Wah Dedication, we show dat, wah Chuckin' MC's like stones Bad boy forever like Sean Puffy Combs Inside, outside, runnin' all zones Set trend, get girls like Tom Jones
that's scared of a scuffle, you The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven You all about nothing, you biatch Told you
And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath, you'll find she's had a little nip of gin Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I
it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a place we stand And then you have to worry bout your whole
She comes to my bed like a whisper Slips in the sheet like a ghost Says to my ear "hey mister, You need to take this girl to the coast I need to
