I'm your friend (I'm your friend) And I'm there, just say when (Love you for ever) I'm your friend (I'm your friend) And I will love you 'til the end
Traducere: Bobby Brown. Sunt prietena ta.
my thang Listen, I can never be counted out 'Cause I started it all out And you don't wanna test me 'Cause you know what I'm about I'm still the king
Whitney: Verse2: I'm the type of girl who understands my man I'll be strong, when he's weak, i will hold his hand Now i believe old fashioned rules and
Yo, this is B Brown [Intro: Bobby Brown] We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right Two times [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown) Eye for an eye (
Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like fuck And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money
must be crazy Squirt in your face and then I'm swayze Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A. The
and the world is hell and cold So off into the street I strode I think I'm supposed to take your head as far as I was told It's a shake-shake of the
that Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand I could write it in your face my friend, put it on
, I ... I ... I can't stand it!... I mean... I mean, dou you understand the implications of what I'm saying? I CAN'T STAND IT!!! I CAN'T STAND IT !! I
a. reid, babyface (1988) Performed by bobby brown I can't sleep at night I toss and turn Listenin' for the telephone But when I get your call I'm all
love me And you said you trust me Why do you think I'm foolin' around I can't stand the pressure You know I'm yours forever Ain't nobody, nobody, humpin
I make tlc stand for they love chino when I terrify You'll never eat chili 'cause I'm an arsonist like left-eye But I can't forget i, heard you say you
deep in ya dame Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name [The Game] I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma I'm a pimp like 50,
do' I get deep in ya dame Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma I'm a pimp like 50, the
scratched) [Kool G. Rap] Rougher than Gotti, in tone Got a body harder than Flintstone Your girl got her skins boned I'm diggin her down with my skintone It's Brown-er than Bobby
been? I know I haven't seen you I heard you were working, not as much as you do Just keep trying, maybe I'll come and see you You know I'm gonna be here
