I think I'm going back To the things I learnt so well in my youth I think I'm returning to Those days when I was young enough to know the truth Now there
Vertimas: Karalienė. Going Back.
on the Cadillac and the glove Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen of the Chi And I'm backing her up Flow
love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs
now baby... Yeah... Look... I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong Where this rapper going
way back to Tennessee I'm going home now to southern, it's so sweet And find my way back to Tennessee I was only seventeen I left behind my beauty queen
nothing brand new check ya posters and videos, you'll always be number 2 I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain sweety, you going on your 14th
doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch I'm going back in Okay,
your wayward ways and loving craze and crazy days and things you'de say and looks you made you're not the queen of hearts you're the queen of spades
flo', let it go when you roll slow And I love it, when I hit it from the back And you get on top of me, and have a brother going, oh, oh Girl I love,
through 'Til the riverboat gambler went off to make a killing And bring it on back to you Evangeline, Evangeline Curses the soul of the Mississippi queen
(first half) Elevator going up Fifth floor Lady's handbags, shoes, leather accessories, and electronics Wait a minute, where am I, on this elevator to nowhere Going up, going
army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back
you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do I'm going to see you again Uh-huh, I'm going to see you again, nigga Uh-huh, going to see
' back You got your Dukes of Hazzard and your Duke of Earl and the queen of Sheba, she was one bad girl Aretha Franklin, she's the queen of soul but
wanted by the manager Soupin' me up sayin', "You're a good worker How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register Large in charge but cha gotta be my spy Come back
does what she likes, what she wants, what she needs, she's my independent queen! what she wants, what she needs, she's my independent queen! don't forget
Can't you see I love you, baby? Gotta (Lemar, Styles P, the Ghost, let's go) Since back in the day, we've been close friends You would call on me tellin
