're lookin' fine You're starin' at the band, you want to land A six foot, hot look, all American man, a man I'm a six foot, hot look, all American man
Traducció: Petó. All American Man.
, y'all need to holla, man The live show's a hard act to follow, man Bronze, my likeness, y'all need to follow him From now to 3000, I'll be a problem man
look Cause I'm here tonight Time to step out Start the evening right Your my one man You know how to please With your smooth hands You got all I need (
there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What
it I'm comin' after whoever who has it You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That y'all, it's like that y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all
Okay singing Some people do it all for money And some do it all for their love, yeah Some do it all for the glory 'Cause nothing else they're thinking of I saw a man
fall imagine how crazy that'll be America (America, America) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America
stop) And ain't another younger keep it fresh like dis man Every year, same time come wit them hits man Tired of makin girls fall out wit a kiss man
if you wanna come roll with me (If you was my lady) I'm only one call away It was weird how we met, huh She was wit her mom in Bank America I'm wit
Arrive at the scene to pull me off of Kim Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all Cause I'm so goddamn off
might kiss your tell Yo we be out man, fuckin' it up for erbody I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started Keep the pie man, it's the American
kiss my ass, x and o kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I'm got it play strings for the dramatic and end all of that wack shh act like
feel it too Damn, you know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am I? I'm the American dream,
for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them socialistic fallacies It be about, the devestations of the social doministic thought Keep a brown man
the glove compartment where we keep the heat Shorty try to kiss me, I'm like "I don't kiss Don't take it personal yo some ass this But it's all good
ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him
dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand, I'll be a man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all
