see Because I'm out of touch with you Your trap was never sprung I'm so out of touch with you So the final verse is sung I'm so out of touch with you
Käännös: Puristaa. Out Of Touch.
' heavy Wild, wild west-coast These are the girls I love the most I mean the ones, I mean like she's the one Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns The
the place I usually pull that lead out, ready to get a lead out But damn, since I stepped up in the place I'm try'na touch you, squeeze you, tell you
mon) Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch
real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, action, pack guns Ridiculous and I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch
We sending this out to all the ladies All over the world, all the ladies All over the world, all my sexy mamas Come on, come on, a come on, now As we
jet And I'm hopin' that it's you that a get Hear them callin' out ya name, I geuss ya showtime Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb Toes out
, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire
when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA All the way to (NY NY) Touched the Iceberg baby
my ski-mask got ??? (Marc Live) Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we blastout The wrong move, show improve you assed out Venom it, warn the niggas, treacherous Squeeze
to do it ima holla at her real quick and you do the hook and then we do it together something like this Kiss you hug you squeeze you love you touch you
you know you are the only one I need I love the way you caress my body The way you kiss me The way you touch me I love it when you squeeze me That'
, oooh, oooh It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt Got your chin touched by my fam Who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass
heavy Wild, wild Westcoast These are the girls I love the most I mean the ones I mean like she's the one Kiss her Touch her Squeeze her buns
hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not escape into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the fire
nah informer Deal with it, don't talk he be about it, 'cause he a G about it I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out And what the fuck am
niggas that wanna touch it last album I was Made. This album a mutha fucker. So all you niggas wanna plot against the Mob since you wanna make it out,
