And I wanna say Chorus I get the (sweetest feeling) Baby the sweetest (sweetest feeling) Honey the sweetest (sweetest feeling) Loving you aw (sweetest feeling) Baby the sweetest (sweetest feeling) Sweetest
And I wanna say Chorus I get the (Sweetest Feeling) Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling) Honey the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling) Loving you aw (Sweetest Feeling) Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling) Sweetest
翻訳: ウィルヤング. 私はウィーフィーリングを取得する.
Lets go cause I'm feeling like I'm running and I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
night I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be be be be I
things I?m willing to do for her, I wish I could have a threesome with two of her, I would sing a love song if I knew the words, but I?ll be damned
I feel, I feel, I feel) And make me baby, I want, I want to make everybody to feel free with me (I feel, I feel all wrong, you must me wrong) Because I
la) Now I remember the good ol' days Broads and boxes and blunts to blaze Now I got three children to raise I-I-I never won't be perfect I know But
I'd be rare And then I would pretend I didn't care Use my fear and pray that my forever would be fare And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty
I still stand tall, I walk through the valley, wit a life preserver Feelin at times, that I might just murder Yo but that aint what I was sent for I
doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden Spazzin and blastin; blastin and rat- a- tattin And naw I don?t cook em like potatoes I mash em I don
house? Young miss fillet a fish, salt water trout Pretty young thing got a tongue ring and dirty mouth And she whispering them sweet nothings I hear it out, I
your so fine Young tender, would you be mine I get you in my car, drive you to my house 'Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out I wont ask and I sure won
I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin I live the fast
at me I gotta get up put this city ?fore it try to trap me I gotta leave, i wish I could stay but I?ll be home for the holidays and to those that I used
I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
cold war It's Chica-I-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by
