Chorus- Said it aint to much for me to have you next to me I cant believe it all the things i do to keep you loving me And its just to much for me to
t too much for me To have you next to me I can't believe it All the things I do To keep you loving me And it's just too much for me To not have you by
ترجمه: دی جی کی ذبح کردن. بیش از حد برای من (های ناس ، بچه ، ترشیده قهوه ای و Amerie).
ترجمه: در. بیش از حد برای من.
mercy mercy me that mercy yalago thats me the first year that i blow how you say broke in Spanish? me no hablo me drown sorrow in that diablo me found
of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies 'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old
that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too
your toes nigga Especially on your flows nigga 'Cause man they keep on checking for me especially all your hoes Nigga Catch me on your doorstep You see me let me
publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin' Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too
dum It doesnt take much For me to raise such a stink up When motherfuckers hate your guts You aint even gotta say much For me to put a pen to
like I'm Pusha T You little pussies get fucked Here go the douche for free There ain't too much that Marv can't do Make way for royalty Happy Bar Exam
my niggas like me Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement I swear that god told me Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me All eyes on me
they double dutch I had straight ds i wasnt in trouble much Either you do my homework for me or ima fuck you up Moms lied for me told her friends i
prayer for me like Aretha Franklin For my hustlers, herea??s some motivation He who has begun is half done, why you waitina??? Ia??m too impatient to pray, too much
TV off, got tired of watchin' Jigga boss So we told our mom's, we was lookin' for jobs We was really in the record store lookin' for Nas Project of the
got tired of watchin Jigga boss So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas Project of the ghetto
What do I think of success? It sucks Too much stress I guess I blew up quick 'Cause friends I grew up with See me as a pre'me but I'm not and my nuts
