Vertaling: Paul Norton. Stuck On You.
STD's and Down Syndrome. I was like come on, go make me some cookies like you usually do, and let me look at my porn. I need norton anti-virus. Norton
He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak him near He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay
Here she comes brighter than the California sun I say, "Girl, are you alright?" You know I can't believe the way you shine tonight A northern treasure
A bay bay A bay bay A bay bay Funk Dog exclusive A bay bay A bay bay A bay bay You wanna know what we say in da club? A bay bay Whites folks, gangstas
Ay Ay Ay Say This Real Right Here Ya Heard Me Nigga Just Don't Never Stop Hating (Chorus 2x) Ay I Think Somebody Trynna To
Ay bang bang(Ay) [X3] Ay bang bang(Ay) [X3] Ay bang bang(Ay) [X3] Ay bang bang(Ay) [X3] [Chorus:] You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da ring (Ay bang bang)
[Hook: x10] Bang bang bang bang [Verse 1:] Watch me jump right out of my J's Soon I kick the can already the haters start to hate All eyes on me cause
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
It's been a long time comin' They wonder why I act like this, ya heard me That's all I know They see I still I got much to learn But I know I still I
Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap
She finer den a B, ass and her T Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her Miss Berry, Miss Berry (Miss Berry) Miss Berry, Miss Berry (Miss Berry)
Intro(Nicole Wray): I love you momma, love you momma , love you momma,love you momma , love you momma ,love you momma ,ayyy Chorus(hurricane Chris):
I'm 18 in a S550 platinum on 22 inches Dem haters say they gon' back me tell dem haters come get wit me I'm finna run da game, these other rappers lame
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Hurricane Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bum bum bum Bum bum
[intro:] Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama. [chours:] And that's why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you
