Big old house on the hill I sat on the windowsill Leaning out on the breeze Do I dwell in memories Or let them be? I can still hear you sing I see you
번역: 연구 켈리. 브라이트 아이스 - 빅 올드 하우스.
back. Ain't shit goody bitch nigga stand back. I ain't from St. Louis, but you can get ram shacked. Look into my eyes ho, look into my eyes ho. And yeah
blow me a kiss and dry my clothes while I run through the sheets like I'm 5 years old today You got the natural wood grain with the big ol' 'fro your
always a special kid First pack of condoms i asked for extra big Now i got a flow they sit me right next to big And all these old rappers don't know
of New Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample:] Georgia......... Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright
years Say how do you do, where does she begin? Those lollipop eyes No longer surprised Still willing to try Worried she'll get to be As big as a house
on highways Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growing old Something's gotta change
tour To come upon a girl like me And that's not a possibility She's a built plastic girl I'm a big boss man I like old model cars and big sedans You
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big
a Klondike miner and who wrote it on an egg The lassie gazed at him a space her cheeks grew rosy red She gazed at him with tear-bright eyes then tenderly
upon a girl like me And that's not a possibility She's a built plastic girl I'm a big boss man I like old model cars and big sedans You like two doors
of New Orleans... we call him this (Georgia x 8 with Wayne) Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright
Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample:] Georgia... georgia bush... [x4] Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright
of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday...) Verse Two: Big Boi Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi It
t shit goody bitch nigga stand back. I ain't from St. Louis, but you can get ram shacked. Look into my eyes ho, look into my eyes ho. And yeah I do numbers
up on a girl like me And that's not a possibility cause [T-Mo] You big plastic girl I'mma big boss man I like old model cars and big sedans You like
