go to a dance You won't be lonesome 'Cause I'll make romance I wanna jump with you, baby I wanna jump with you, baby I wanna jump with you, baby Babe
jump with you, baby I wanna jump with you, baby I wanna jump with you, baby Babe, I mean tonight And we'll take in a show And go to a dance You won't
Oversættelse: BB King. Hop With You Baby.
Baby, I wanna tell you something Just let the love begin Jump on it King of stage King of stage King of stage King of stage King of stage Baby, I wanna tell you something Baby
i try to change f*ck that b*tch i think i f*ck a king all the world stunning with my baby girl i bought her pearls, she .. on the whole world is little
he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin' 'Cause to die is the whole price of nothin' You fuckin' with
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
night one to remember If you fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real nigga You can jump in the vert baby and ride out How you suckin' me up, that's
gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you
-ggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you
spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I
, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and you can ball
}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby (Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain
m peeping it Why you trying to do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't want to come behind me with it bro Ugh, I killed this
I treat a trick with some game Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us [Tech N9ne] It'
I guess I'm a psycho [B.o.B:] I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I'm rappin' to you Matter fact I'm rappin' through you Never say my motherfuckin name unless you
