Austin. I thought I found a love that was made for me, but he didn't even make a good memory. I got the wrong Mr Right again. I got the wrong Mr Right again
번역: 레베카 린 하워드. 오른쪽 다시 잘못된 씨.
gunna ride.}[x2] Layzie: Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector; needin' me money, know he's up tonight (know he's up tonight)-- ya damn right. Dawg, I
flow too wit for the human eye to detect zooming by G-g-g-guess who? Whats happenin' guy? You told me to shit Fell off that pot, hopped right back on
somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? What'chu say? What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember? I'ma kill ya motherfucker Ah ha, temper, temper Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr
(Freaky Tah/Cheeks talking) Right now, ay you know how we do LB fam, one shot dealers, we killas Why everybody thinkin this funny? Fuck with LB fam you
you call again? baby Chorus: Mr. telephone man There's something wrong with my line When I dial my baby's number I get a click every time Mr. telephone
they did R. Kelly, And I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, (shit) (I wish) Then one day they could speak again
on them priest like they did R Kelly and I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, shit Then one day they could speak again
little mama) (That has been right there for me) That?s right (You are my everything) My pretty lady (my pretty lady) (I wanna love you my pretty lady) Mr
advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes What'chu say? (What's wrong, didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker Temper, temper Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr
tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u? "fuck is wrong wich you?" bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you? "fuck is wronge wich
them priest like they did, R. Kelly, and I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, shiet Then one day they could speak again
Once again another Trax productions Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet Especially when you ain't gotta
again help me baby, channel this anger Ready to blast at oppositions They don't give me the chamber I talk the strangest 'cause my homies only want paper Don't get me wrong
yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun But you ever really think about tha long run When tha nights over and it's all done Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong
