April, the cruelest month I reckon this much could be a contender There's only so much sorrow a man can take I can't change my face, don't you remember
April, the cruelest month I reckon this much could be a contender There's only so much sorrow a man can take I cant change my face, Don't you remember
Vertaling: Hot Chip. Playboy.
: April, the cruelest month I reckon this much could be a contender There's only so much sorrow a man can take I cant change my face, Don't you remember
a lotta girls that'll love to replace you Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back Cats talk slick, we never mind that Funny never find that Puff a dimestack Write hot
sick Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch Kill a bitch nigga quick And run a train on his bitch nigga [Verse 3] I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips
? But I had this one broad She was so damn sprung she use What? Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera And a VHS camera I promise you playboy It was somethin
Nasty Nasty nasty C'mon, uh huh You know I like em when they're *nasty* Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh All I ever wanted was a nasty girl to make a nigga hot
in the brief case Surviving in the drought where it ain't no blow It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no dough It ain't no bricks, no chips, no food So tell
that'll love to replace you Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back Cats talk slick, we never mind that Funny never find that Puff a dimestack Write hot
on [Chorus: Shade Sheist & JD] Get your head out your ass playboy (playboy) Get your head out your ass playboy Stop holding your nuts Get hot and make bread playboy
