t need a fire I can't think of a word that describes you better Than indescribable Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of
Prevod: Band. Ali ni to Lot Of Love.
lost a lot of weight Tell 'em I'm out on the road With some old rock and roll band Living like a gypsy can Just don't tell 'em I've gone crazy That
king sack And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the life Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that white At a reasonable price nah, I ain't
, like working that 9 to 5 Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that
turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal
makin' mils wit' it I ain't mad but that shit wasn't me Had to get up off that jewelry and crystal, couldn't talk that They my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't
know why, brother? Because I got it like that A: uh huh G: I ain't jokin', I ain't playin', it's just my brother I got it like that A: a ha ha Verse
Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little
, it takes a lot of lovin' And a little money to be a friend of mine But baby, if you know how to shake that thing I'll try to squeeze a little time '
throne, the top, I'm alone If you ain't close to a billion, take yo broke ass home Motherfucker You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money
what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't
we working I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be paying To come in this crusty ass club, if I ain't playing He's like "I'll put you
us, Globetrotter nigga When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah)
don't give a What about that Grip that thang Cock that back You don't wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a
's a lifestyle I wouldn't recommend Wild 'n out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (Fuck out of here) We made a lot of friends and even more enemies
' I mean she even cooks me pancakes And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches If that ain't love then I don't know what love is We even got a secret handshake And she loves the music that my band
