me, To hold you near. I still need you, So dry your tears. I only wanted to be, Loved by you. Loved by you, and you. Loved by you. Loved by you. You
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be loved by you oh loved by you you loved by you baby you loved by you oh Loved by you baby loved by you you loved by you eh hey loved by you tell me
out; Don't know if I'll give you a shot yet, Little Mama, I'mma peeping your style. Do I think, you're dope enough? Yope, - one way of finding it out. The way you
son Finally asks that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night, through my bedroom door Now do you love
you around 17, like Brandy, you just wanna be down Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet You move a crowd Bustin rounds, activating a riot That's why I love
fuss Giving up much love Dyin for a street, that they ain’t even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again
And in comes Romeo He's moaning You Belong to Me I Believe And someone says You're in the wrong place My friend You better leave And the only
riot, it's a riot, it's a no You are frantic, don't you panic, let it go We are, we are, we are In the cities, on the streets, around the globe They turn anything you love
ya So you know when you fuckin with me Right, right You fuckin wit Oh oh, what are ya doin now? Told y'all niggaz Ya just don't listen Why must you be
I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there
many times that you told me you wanted leave No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn't breathe No matter how many nights that you'd
people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend? Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one black friend, so you're in Sorry
the trigger I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by
lives in the drain, who cries when they sang, you hide but you cant you hide but you aint i advise you to thank you dont find what you cant revive what you
La Sostenga Moriran Como Al Que Repenga Porque Somos Hijos De La Calle So Real Harder And I Love To Party Here I'm Coming And I Don't Hear No Body You
wants And if you ask 'em why? You're bound to get this response (He's a genius in France, genius in France) That's right (He's a genius in France, genius in France) You
