So what if you don't like me? Underneath our skin, we still bleed I can deal with your sarcasm It takes more than that to put me under your thumb You
Tulkojums: Slidens apavi. Joe Sick.
So what if you don't like me? Underneath our skin we still bleed. I can deal with your sarcasm. It takes more than that to put me under your thumb. You
you provoked I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a
Young Jeezy] Guess who's bizzack (Back) Still smell the blow in my clothes Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin them O's (Cookin them O's) Like Horse shoes
shine like white gold And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy
