my place come on put on some next im ready ready set my place my place lord have mercy lets go back to my place my place lets go back to my place ready
lemonade and not so many beers Maybe I'll remember my next thirty years My next thirty years will be the best years of my life Raise a little family and hang out with my
go back to my place come on put on some next im ready ready set my place my place lord have mercy lets go back to my place my place lets
Traduzione: Prossimo. My Place.
Verse 3: E-40] My mama hip! My mama ain't no sap My mama listen to Al Green and she listen to rap When I was funkin' with my own hood drama She had jumped
booty do. Lift it up and let it drop. -And dont forget... -Chorus- Verse 3: When I slide through the place my slide goes walky but they digg it. I stick my
to settle the sco', for those who claiming best Y'all niggaz can place your bets, cause the best rest in your T-E-X So who's got next, step to the booth
Place, Hey, it's all going down tonight, Junkie chic has earned the right Summer's late and so am I, I sweat down to my toes, New York City unrefined to my
a crowd at the back wall and when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and next years bride. Uncle Sam and Uncle Joe take their places
walk down these haunted alleyways The city lights and sewer steam like apparitions stay Stuck in my mind like the candy lies that I feed to my self Pin my
than I love you Sometimes it hurts to carry that burden alone Lets be clear and get a few things straight No ones ever gunna take your place in my heart
you're at 1200 put the boogie in your body bag [Verse 2: Nfamous] Lyrics are my language, my ink stains canvas I study syntax in my world map atlas Looking
, wouldn't you Trade tour daggers in for tarantula perfume They could have come in use Through the next clearing lies your impending doom This is my kind of place
i wanna call you my baby/ Cuz I wanna look at you, girl u make my mind crazy/ I wanna make you mine ta love as my wife/ Cuz you're worth givin' my one
a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Get out my face, hoe! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I don't give my
to go and get sprung Young girl now let me think Can I get your attention with my left eye wink Or maybe please can I call you baby Will a buldge in my
my thoughts "Where all the fucking murders take place?" And I'm anything when, I'm 'bout to get paid Got all these bitches on my dick, from the money