You and me together Baby it's forever (You hear me) Said you and me together Baby it's forever Forever, forever (Could it be you) Forever, forever Tell me if you could be the one for me
and me together Baby it's forever (You hear me) Said you and me together Baby it's forever Forever, forever (Could it be you) Forever, forever Tell me if you could be the one for me
still in love with you. Tell me that you love me, and you are here to stay. I don't never want to see you go away. Tell me that you love me, and
Dics ke somos amioz! dbriamos ser algo +! i se ke piensas lo mizmo! pro tu sabs disimular..! Dics ke komo amios m kiers eternamente! pro komo algo
steam (come on) A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112 (P. Diddy):] Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show
it got back to me Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B Nature moved to Marcy Man dick riding nature
got it's all laid Shorty with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin' wit me A true
politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me
kali, no sorrow Uptown trestle, Uptown of course I grab you ? they got me turn up to North And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me
m about as sharp as a bowling ball But they like me better than Charles De Gaulle Entre nous, it's very true The room temperature's higher than my I.Q. But they love me
No, baby, tell me why don't you? Well, now, baby, tell me why don't you? Aw, baby, tell me why don't you? No, baby, now want to make me some? Oh, now
No, baby, tell me why don't you? Well, now, baby, tell me why don't you? Aw, baby, tell me why don't you? No, baby, now want to make me some? Oh,
much stress So I stay up on my P?s and Q?s And watch out for the G?s and fools 'Cause the homies that I thought I had See me stackin? up a grip and they
too much stress So I stay up on my p's and q's And watch out for the G's and fools Cause the homies that I thought I had See me stackin' up a grip And
I am so dope put me on the triple beam Ammo on my waste I got them racks up in my jeans Call me Mr. Lysol the boy is so clean Catch me in the club you
G code Click-clack deep hole, the industry Debo We built these niggas ground up now what they figured we fold Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em Tell me
- Tity Boi) (verse 2 - Dolla) Ask me a q Ill give you an a Bitch please why you gotta hate Hoe be normal Not so horny Bitch please tell me Why you
