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Превод: Нада За кућну. Ако, и само ако.
Tell me have you heard that lately I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin', only if you make me I think I'm addicted to naked pictures And
'm on a world tour I will give up everything even start a world war For these ghetto girls and boys, I'm rappin' 'round the world for Africa to New York
a flash if you must And I swear I ain't askin' for much, all I want is I want the money, money and the cars, Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a
? Is it true? I've never been a victim of love before So I'm not sure what I should be looking for But I know the signs are in my face Hope it's not
And she cried to me, so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2" And 40 that was all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollars
t live without my heart I hope you come home soon, soon Girl I will wait for you If it takes a lifetime to do Girl I wait Wait wait wait for you oh Our
street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if
you fall in it 'cause shit stinks And it seems like every time I fuckin' do, I get jinxed Cupid must've put a curse on me Six weeks have went by and we only
allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch Jumpin' in and outta bitches like I'm playin' hopscotch Jumpin' in and outta sixes like I got a car lot And
-sy Garant, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller Sleep
and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything
that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack bone I'm a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her because the Bugatti a
get the fax and No one decides who the definition of talent is And Mrs. Murry look at what my talent did And what yo' business is It's been a couple years
