your wings and you gave it all to watch over me. Finally found your wings and now your song plays on in me...on in me. Find it irresistible To pull the
a hand 'cause there is paper everywhere. Smiling and spinning; Blindfolded and laughing. It's time to go home. Christine asked me if I'd write a song about your
of you we may never know. Finally found your wings and you gave it all to watch over me. Finally found your wings and now your song plays on in me...
Traduzione: Over It. Your Song.
Hab mich heut getraut an der Bar vorbeizugehen, wo wir damals waren beim ersten Rendezvous. Und ich kann auch diese Serie wiedersehen mit diesem Typen
, made me cry And the summer is forever It's the endless summer And it's not about your girlfriend And it's not about your boyfriend And I'm not about to lose it over
make it vibrate Breast meat thigh meat make it rotate Round and round like a merry-go-round, girate. She got it from her auntie n 'em it's in her genetics
else Take your place, I love you momma Just for that I dedicate this song to you I love you mama! [Verse 2: E-40] You're supposed love your mama, even
keep talken shit bitch! that's what we callyou when keep when you hopping on dicks bitch! because it fame son already no the name son you talken shit then you no your
a showoff, my guns go off Kept it in the closet, damn it got to go off Took it outside, blazed it in the sky It wasnt just me, it was booze in my house
t having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, I ain't having it I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having
part of me Love flows, through my arteries That's how it oughtta be, we formed this comrottory You could travel planet Earth, to search it If it is worth it
with the princess cuts So much ice on my piece, look like a cooled cup Man hold up, haters in a trance Southside crunk, pop your trunk and make it dance huh [Lil' Keke:] It
on wellfair Sit your ass down somewhere Cause real playas don't care. [Chorus x2] [Lil O] Hey I see you over there baby lickin your lips I'm diging your
rear y'all Yeah, pimp juice 'bout to tear off In these niggaz asses indeed it's a classic We 'bout to get wild homeskillet Long as hoes feel it, fuck
acts Q 45's, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola, the game ain't over Hold up, soldier [Chorus
