you hold on to me (Baby) Baby hold on to me (Baby) Whatever will be, will be (Baby) The future is ours to see (Baby) When you hold on to me Hold on
Prijevod: Eddie Money. Baby Hold On.
the deal?) Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me? (She used to you nigga!) It's been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby
baby?) -- Play, with, you ba-by (Would you lick me baby?) -- I wanna play with you baby (I want you up inside me) -- Ohhh baby, play with me (Come on baby
Ooh, something's got a hold of me now It's a feeling, burnin' up like I'm on fire Hold me tight babe, don't leave me by myself tonight 'Cause I don't
I was fly like I had a pigeon on my back But I got decisions on my back, a vision on my back And don't try to run up on me I got precision with that gat
young money nigga No, ain't no nigga like me Ya dig? [Spoken: Lil' Wayne] Y.M., bitch! Everybody! Two time on Sunday! Spit 'em! Check ya blinkers, baby
big ballin baby, yeah and I'm spendin' cheese I'm on my grind all day makin' money with ease I'm big ballin baby, yeah and I'm spendin' cheese I'm on
I said hey, baby I got your money Hey, Dirty, baby I got your money Don't you worry I said hey, baby I got your money Hey, Dirty, baby I got your money
money Aooow... [hook: Kelis] Hey, dirty, baby I got your money Don't your worry, I said hey. Baby I got your money Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
her 800 dollars 800 dollars Gucci mane you tripping No I'm not tripping I got it I'm not tricking Joke on you joke on you Eddie griffin Hoes on my Scotty
it on a mic There never been a night where my pen don't write There never been a night that i don't rap nice When I'm on the right weed and rolled up
baby) Yeah DIDR (It's about to happen) Digga (What, what, what) Chinko, Reb the Merc, Dominique, nigga [ VERSE 1: Reb Mercy ] Yo, I used to spend my money
thought I was fly like a had a pigeon on my back But I got these stitches on my back A vision on my back Don't try to run up on me, I got precision with
nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near you Check it out, come on check
it on a mic There never been a night where my pen don't write There never been a night that I don't rap nice When I'm on the right weed and rolled up
Money, Terror Squad Dade County, I do this fo' us Listennn [Brisco:] Yuh, I got money too Bris', I be comin' thru Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!)
