the time the night was all through i gave up my digits to you. you don't have to play these waiting games. you don't have to be afraid of me. i'm just a guy who's
Vertimas: Plain White T. Mobilusis Telefonas #.
time the night was all through i gave up my digits to you. you don't have to play these waiting games. you don't have to be afraid of me. i'm just a guy who's
done did a 100 getting 100 least 100 times. Now im countin 100s I swing euros and pounds in Europe with pounds boy i be movin around. Cell phone well
the two seater, me and two women no Def Jam, went solo took the custy's prices solo [Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling
ya wrist they put they targets on Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the
? Do they do the same shit when the defendant face is white? If white boys doing it, well, it's success When I start doing, well, it's suspect Don't
it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all That box, a mother*******,
your clothes Girl, let's get it on, ma, turn off your phone 'Cause we don't need no interruptions Hop on your good foot, let's get into somethin' And don't
cell phone Get some B12, get out some pots When I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocks It's a never ending game, and my hustle don't stop It's
?t make it here anymore The bar?s still open but man it?s slow The tip jar?s light and the register?s low The bartender don?t have much to say The regular
, shoulder got hurt I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt I can't jump, I can't flinch Superstar player, ridin' the bench Graduate from school don't
tuckin' the chain Everything's everything (AZ) See times don't stop, and crime won't stop So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top, To every home phones and cells
BROTHERS. FREDDIE PULLS OUT HIS PHONE. FREDDIE: WELL, IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, YOU KNOW MY DIGITS. CARLY: HEY, YOU GOT A NEW CELL PHONE. FREDDIE: YOU
prohibition. You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy