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Sole It Wasn T Me

Traducció: Ginuwine. No va ser de mi - feat Ginuwine - Sole.

Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will

it's a style to hate me But even when inside I'm cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ's get shot up they blame me Ya bitch

God do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews Never that Don't never look at me outta sync The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give

York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it

I think, he wasn't afraid of death You know, he believed in something to die for That's what he did Some say he had it coming Others say he was sole

get away One hell beast shot over me Yeah In another life Gonna break you Down, smash all over me Yeah, gonna bleed from life A shrapnel wound I wasn't

sole of my feet You got weed? Smoke it, you got dice? Roll it You got guns? Shoot it, you got a ho? Stroke it You got money? Spend it, you got cars?

is always greener and when you make it there It dies (if getting there don't kill you) And the people there don't share This is what your bones will