too many ways To please the boys You got so many ways To spread your joy You got too many ways Too many ways for me Too many ways Too many ways Too many
we can stand" Too many ways , too many ways Too many ways to fall, too many ways to fall Too many ways to fall, too many ways to fall So when you wake
번역: 아크 엔젤. 가을에 너무 많은 방법.
번역: 켈리 가족. 너무 여러 가지.
They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways Bad ways (Real bad ass ways) Bad ways (Real bad ass ways) They hate my bad ways (Real bad ass ways)
things that you've expected And you gon' know it when you bring your ass around Motherfu- Oh! [Chorus] [Trey Songs] Get it all different kind of ways All different places Look at the many
Oh oh ohh You keep tellin' me That I'm way too sure Of you lovin' me long time But I bet you always will In so many ways I've rubbed off on you, yeah
But don't offend me I'm skinny But still I'm too big for a Bentley You are Your car What could represent me? Too Godly To be a Bugatti You honestly Must
scared to grab her from behind And make her show out her wild side Push out the backside What they gon do', you got starch in your flow I flow too many ways
want me So let's stay close like we supposed to be And just get high off our own supply I'm addicted to your chocolate high I be trippin' in so many ways
you don't Think it's best we go our separate ways Tell me why I should stay in this relationship When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby Plus there's so many
you leavin' This heart is in need of some healing These arms are letting you go And our life is the greatest story never told How many more ways can
ballin' like Jim Jones 'Cause I made about eight million ringtones I'm a certified mack on the streets How many rappers got ice on the back but they not too many
don't wanna fool myself 'cause I'm fallin' hard for you Givin' me that old school love, sayin' I'm the only one Showin' me in so many ways, that you'
I know you're gettin' bored Baby girl, here I'm holdin' your love hostage The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless 'Cuz you been gettin' at me in many a ways
rope to hang theyselves, brotha. That's all. Krayzie: Friends, friends, friends, friends, how many of us have them? [How many of us have them?] Friends
, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. Layzie: Too many
too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty
