Traducció: Cara a cara. Dient-los.
the door, say, "shut up you jerk." i can't wait til the show tonite, when i'm with my friends every things alright... [chorus:] they're telling me, but i'm telling them
kiss them all day if she'd let me Her laugh her laugh, she hates but I think it's so sexy She's so beautiful And I tell her everyday Oh, you know, you
bum bum When me went downtown 'Cause now I am a criminal, criminal, criminal Oh lord have mercy now I am a criminal Man down Tell the judge please give me minimal Run out of town, None of them
want too I just wanna let it go I know it's easier said then done I keep pretending that I've moved on And after all these lies, I keep telling myself
bad dream Chorus: One love My one heart My one life for sure Lemme tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love
make you tell a b!tch just dance And fuck them other niggas cause you down for her b!tches Fuck them other niggas cause she down for the stickin? And fuck them other niggas hope she down for some lickin? And fuck them
pa poker (poke her) face Pa-pa poker (poke her)face (I make her say) Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh(What Up) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Face (Me First) Pa-Pa Poker Face
Pa-Pa Poker Her Face Pa-Pa Poker Her Face (I Make Her Say) Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh(What Up) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face (Me First) Pa-Pa Poker Her Face
, can't remember where I am But she forget about her man when they tell her who I am And they introduce my fan, now she all up in space All, all up in my face
, black and yellow Black stripe, yellow paint Them niggas scared of it, but them ho's ain't Soon as I hit the club look at them ho's face Hit the pedal
be Making love faces, making love faces Shadows on the wall while the candles burnin' Messin' up the bed while you sweatin' out your perm and Making love faces, making love faces
and put some tears in my face" (haha) she wanna lil' wayne on her face i said well bitch go get lil' wayne on youre face (haha) then i came in her face
my arteries These poor playa haters are the motivators but I get my paper, paper Same rappers that hate us call for verses so we can take from them Critics, we can't escape for them
brag but I got a hundred in that, new Louie bag Pull up in the Benz with the paper tag I got major swag, them niggaz yellin' shawty bad Them hoes mad
and no one sells And still they claim king Nigga it's the same thing All day long But that's the screw face Rappers will friend you at 1st but really they two faced
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
