Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Tell me if you want some And you can just come on Tell me if you want some And you can just come
Tłumaczenie: Slum Village. Tell Me.
See,you got me talkin funny to be around you is no good You only here to take all my money from me [Slum Village] Oh oh [Dwele] Brandi [Slum Village
2 albums back [Baatin] had left Kinda threw me off balance, put a limp in my step But I pray for my nigga you know its one love But let me tell you some
you got me grinning like it's money that I'm winning No way is this sinning cause you got me feeling purer than thou show me how you do this thing cause you got me
I bring back Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle Blue collar, aint too much we can do, Father Taketh me, I live life so anxiously Tell me this is bout
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute Shut your mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
far from lookin' fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair Slum village gold still danglin in
hip hop beats I even reached my maximum in my sleep Yo, he had me singing like Yo, he had me, he had me He had me like, he had me like
from & baby if you let yourself go maybe we could go tell you this is all i know & we could do dinner, dance slow, a broad way show tell you this is
now when this hit the fan you would smell like me on the double oh no, now you know me we hook up then this on vatay splee (?) loco so my motive (?) as
I bring back Cause cigarette pack and duece bottle Blue collar ain't too much we can do father Taketh me I live life so anxiously Tell me this is bout
you got me grinning like it's money that I'm winning No way is this ending cause you got me feeling purer than thou show me how you do this thing cause you got me
got me talkin funny to be around you is no good You only here to take all my money from me [Slum Village] Oh oh [Dwele] Brandi [Slum Village]
doing your thing Just (My lova keep on) keep on... [verse 3:] Got me In love with you I'm telling me All the things you can do for me To bring my change
No time to conversate get funky like the bass Get down to the sound of the Slum and the tra-ace Don't worry about the Sobe because the Slum is on the
gon' have to give me my fucking presents back Cause those are for my grandma, yeah that thong, that was for my grandma Give me my presents back, give me
can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute Shut your mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village