be my love You could be my love You could be my love You could be my love, you could be my love You could be my love You could be my love You could be
Vertaling: Kraker. Be My Love.
Slapped my face, slammed the door A dozen roses lay on the floor I saw her friends and I was told She blocked my number from her cellphone You said we
manhand'? it's real as it get Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be
young Don, the heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my
love you, baby, come on I love you baby, I love you, baby You drive me crazy, I love you, baby I'll never betray thee, I love you, baby I love you,
s a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are
global effect, on even Polish people Young and restless down to the old and feeble Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz Be all into my bounce so don't be
like Check it out, right My ol' lady, right You know, my girl Take something simple like eating soup I crack, I crack the crackers up in the soup I crack
you don't love me anymore It feels like you don't love me anymore It feels like you don't love me anymore It feels like you don't love me anymore It
the things I never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazines. Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen. Oh every time I close my eyes. I see my name
the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen Oh, every time I close my eyes I see my name in
I never had Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (CHORUS) Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name
I never had Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen [Chorus] Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name
things Ive never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, smiling next to Oprah and the queen, Oh every time I close my eyes. I see my name in
every turn, your money's left to burn You'll be wanting a contract, you'll be waiting a while I'd like to give you my contact but that isn't my style
talkin' bout it Cause they can't tip all on the scene with ya Talk about it T-t-t-talk bout it When you get elevated, They love it or they hate it You
