me [Keith] (So many things) so many things, so many things (So many things) so many things, oh yes we are (So many things) so many things, so many things
things) So many things, so many things (So many things) So many things, oh yes we are (So many things) So many things, so many things (So many things
Traduzione: Sudore, Keith. Cose.
shorty wanna creep I'll bring her home with me Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas cd Bootleg that Jay-Z Stole that Outkast Been had that Keith Sweat
I'm mixin up the brew take the 40 to the head now what you gonna do deuce tre is in effect, like Keith dont Sweat dont need to break necks just to gets
mah 'How deep is your love?' Grew up on deck ,who put dem hickeys on your neck? Ugh, how many babies did you make off that Keith Sweat? Don't even trip
on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith
[Rodney] Darkchild, uh, uh Keith Sweat, Da Brat I like that Who the one who put you on girl? I'm the one that put you on Who the one who put you on girl
and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat,
be Gortex With the highness of the ruler on my cock All this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stop It be Keith not Bill Murray not Sweat Your polotics
peace Keith, Cowboy and Scott LaRock [Verse Three: Sonny Black] Can you tell me baby why the world is so cold Why is Hennessy the only thing that warm
M-O-N-E-Y Livin illegal, is the way, so they die Cause I ain't got time, to see if things work out Things get hard I'm robbin no doubt That be the way
Verse 2:] I know this trick named Trina Trina drives a Beamer Everyday around my way She comes through at a quarter to 2 If her man only knew like Keith Sweat
s feast (let's feast) Oh Lord thank you for this beef [Gucci Mane:] It's no sweat but I keep good Keith (good Keith) That strong loud kush they call
come on now I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta But better...YET...I make you Sweat like Keith, And have
