Don't go to pieces, b-b-baby Don't go to pieces Don't go to pieces, b-b-baby Don't go to pieces Don't go to pieces, b-b-baby Don't go to pieces (Ooo
翻訳: 車. バラバラに移動しないでください.
multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't
I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
good time Keep your expensive cars and your caviar All I need is my guitar Keep your crystal and your pistol I'm rather have a pretty piece of crystal Don't
People always talkin' bout They be sayin they be sayin they be sayin Your reputation How you got a lot of hoes But I don't really give a I don't care
a wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys, they like cars
you wanna do?" She said, "Why don't you whip up somethin? in the kitchen?" "Yeah?" I said, "Why don't you?" And then she says "Baby, can't we just go
're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. You get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes
ain't hot enough to stop this entourage Rain, do or die, pick a piece snypaz, one big mob Better stop that heart Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin lexus cars
street credibility who you go get I give you that credibility for the right check Keep your future on the shelf, quiet where it's best kept Don't want
see a bad chick I'm hollerin' out A bay bay, a bay bay I hope y'all ain't wit ya boyfriendz 'Cause I don't care what dey say And I don't care what he
the wall won't do Gangsta u told me that we would always be together Said we'd make it through the stormy weather But ya locked up now U told me don't
if she don't suck it I aint mad, I can't do nothing but laugh. I made the girl cook 4 me n don't even cum by, hope this dirty shit don't cum back on taulaijah
, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfing like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam don't
plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam don't
bottom If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper to try it A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow
go back to the store That's crazy Talkin' 'bout some shit you don't own Oughta be ashamed of yourself Yo don't they call that frontin' holmes? You ain't
