What can I say What can I say What can I do What can I do What can I say What can I say Won't you come back Won't you come back What can I do, do, do
Перевод: Soft Cell. Что!.
What can I say What can I say What can I do What can I do What can I say What can I say Won't you come back Won't you come back What can I do, do
Randy Oscar De LaHoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather so soft my
hot top notch - for you to cop No more mr. nice guy My whole life I've been smiling when I felt like whiling Jealousy swinging on me made his attack (he soft
hot top notch ---- for you to cop no more mr. nice guy my whole life I've been smiling when I felt like whiling jealousy swinging on me made his attack (he soft
Bazaro My girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told
my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they
what it mean Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter Wise up move the tempo of this hype groove You know this shit is dope So what
, girl, I got it Listen to what your body say We can do it every other kinda way Hit it in the sun, up in the shade Tell me what it is, I gotcha, babe
be to test me and expose their futility? Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard I think I smell your brain cells fryin' The family's behind you
point, you need to ask what she want (Want me to stick my finger in your booty) {OKAY~!} You can't turn a hoe into a housewife I don't give a fuck what
your draws That's why I'm laughing every time you call 'Cause I know that you're in love with how I broke it off The nigga strokes too soft and she
about what freedom isn't than about what it is, cause I've never been free. I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is.
to pass be at all my f-cking parties, grabbing money off the ground, [Drake] Yeah, all hell mr lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling
to pass be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground, [Drake] Yeah, all hell mr lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling
hell that you brought me in I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout You better shout to get a rap out What
soft bright eyes never have to Survey the battlefield, Much less its collected relics of which, I am one. So, my flesh bullet-ridden remains hidden Underneath these soft
