shelf She said, "Don't hand me no lines And keep your hands to yourself" But baby baby baby, why you treat me this way? You know I'm still your lover
Превод: Aussie разговори. Дръжте ръцете си за себе си.
Превод: В разговори. Дръжте ръцете си за себе си.
Превод: Sweet Home Alabama саундтрак. На викащата - Дръжте ръцете си за себе си.
I turn that thing into a rain-forest Rain on my head, call that brainstorming Yeah this is deep, oh, but I go deeper Make you lose yourself and finders keepers
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying
matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your
ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool
bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine ballin' for a life time Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin You can call him your husband Call
leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face
ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
tonight still have you again in the morning tell your job to your boss that your boss is here i've been patient you've been waiting for this day to come set yourself
one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own girl Girl I'm warning you, if you want my man You should just keep your hands to yourself
t yours Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag Blow you out the back, throw your
Your man want it but he ain't thar rich Trust me baby I can scratch that itch Never call you a bitch when you act like a lady You carry yourself like
gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more, learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young princess, when you get your wedding ring Your
behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin
