Cos you don't care nothin bout the things I say You don't care nothin bout the way I feel today But I won't let love R.I.P Love R.I.P... If you say that
Перевод: Blue. Любовь Rip.
you don't care nothin bout the things I say You don't care nothin bout the way I feel today But I won't let love R.I.P Love R.I.P... If you say that
color coupes but I'm in love with the black one On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in Yeah, I
homie Oh you ain’t think I knew that s-h-i-t? Sydney portea what dey do? Haha, my president is black I’m important too though, my Lambo’s blue I was, I
Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways
when he comes 'til he touch ya chin You're in love with the girl See I'm a crip in dark blue Chucks And I does what I does, yeah, I might say, "Cuzz
't whoa C O's ain't whoa, P O's ain't whoa Play y'allself, I get the G I Joe D I C K riders ain't whoa I'll rip your torso, live the fast life Come through
call me? (Tramp, tramp, tramp) T R A M P, uhh huh, get the fuck away from me (Tramp) 'Cuz if you get too close I'm have my folks Put ya'll in emergency
I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryin' to smack