Sancho: A little gossip A little chat A little idol talk of this And that I'll tell him all The troubles I have had And since he doesn't hear At least
번역: 라 만차 사운드 트랙의 맨. 리틀 가십.
now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at guard.." [P. Diddy] Y'all niggaz still talkin? Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune? What
autograph my pockets Anytime, anyplace, anyway, I'll be looking at everybody else watchin' I don't wanna be obnoxious, but this girl worth the gossip
his wife, lost his baby Broke down and asked him one time How ya keep from going crazy? He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while I asked
brain is still gelatin Little whispers circle around your head Why don't you worry about yourself instead Who are you? Where ya been? Where ya from? Gossip
didn't want you to suffer , and everybody is singing .... ) Why are you waiting? By the door... Life turns to dust, And waiting turns to rust. Gossip is a truth. A little
Yeah the rumors are true I deleted my Twitter, huh Can you believe it I got 2, 2 million The I said adios I had to say good bye And this little
some like to gossip about some rich sugar daddies but me and my friends we like the golden brown honeys and some like watching people living on TV that's a little
young boys cause they never private And they?ll forever out ya, that?s why you always quiet The only one that?s not patronin designate your drivin Ok just listen up a little
The rumors are true, I deleted my twitter. Can you believe I got, got 2 million Then I said adios I had to say goodbye and this little rap is to tell
a hear this on the radio Yeah, uh huh, okay, once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little
cause crossroads Little measly Grammy ain't did nothin' for my family No artist is that fast and scared to tell the truth And the hardest niggas I see is raisin' they youth Little
be a better man than daddy And I determined not to let her down Deserted by the man she loved and left to raise four children We were the local gossip
' That's why the scars on my face 'coz bad karma and violence Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence To give my nerves a little break before
be the king But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes Hands around my testicles, little finger
I'm showin' you my life more deep than you think At nites I get a little less sleep than you think Somethin' keeps me up, I can't even get a wink And
has spoiled in your heart Now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky There's still a few holes that let in a little rain And so
