we do? Do I have to cry for you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I can't go on, living like we do Do I have to cry for you? Do I have to cry for you?
Vertaling: Nick Carter. Moet ik dat doen Cry For You.
't live my life The way you want me to You know I can't go on Living like we do Do I have to cry for you? Do I have to cry for you? So tell me what
t live my life The way you want me to You know I can't go on Living like we do Do I have to cry for you? Do I have to cry for you? So tell me what it
talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you can call me so that I can send you a special
you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court I give Nick everything he need, why you filing child support? Left me, and now you hurt cause you ain
don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack you right in front of your troops You
he hot If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin' ya out If you catch me without the burna burn me, I beg of you Shoot off the leg of you and kick
Young Money If you could you would get rid of me Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard But I won't let you get to me You should already figure
This for everybody... Who doesn't have a lot of money But you have a little money, and when you get that little money... You spend that shit I work hard
this I'm beggin' you please What can I say to stop you From walkin' out on us I'll do anything to save our love She said I'm through with talkin' You
do you want me to do Tell jokes, dance, act? Nah, I want you on stage I want you to rap 'Cause if you don't You're gonna have Some disappointed friends
is uneasy that nick might make advances in such An intimate room. Nick: You are woman, I am man, You are smaller, so I can be taller than, You are softer
the game You dig? You know My people just tryin' to make a way out of nowhere, you dig? You know, the trials and tribulations, you dig? It's hard times
Like Lil' Whodi Wayne I'll have yo block scorchin' hot You need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo box To you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control
't know who's running it, Tragedy on top of tragedy you know it's killing me. So many people in agony, this shouldn't have to be, Too busy focusing on
