wouldn't tell you anything, if I did The last time I saw you act like this We were kids The last time I saw you act like this We were kids What am
Tulkojums: Get Up Kids. Shorty.
better things to do and though I don't know everything I wouldn't tell you anything if I did. The last time I saw you act like this we were kids.
all women invited Hairdos and nails, that Louie, Chanel all up in the party President's in my wallet, no rules I'm 'bout it Blow the whistle for the hotties I got it, shorty
your wake up and do a shakeup Nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen waitin' for kids to enter Shit, I even blitz the rich to get
Eh yo what's up playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest
take the joy from us [Kid Cudi] Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your
face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up
don't forget to remember me don't forget (get get) to remember me (x2) please keep me in your heart if we ever have to part don't forget (get get) to
a shit about lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits
Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head 18 years, 18 years She got one of yo' kids
ain't fuckin' with you Say, say, say girl, come here No, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didn't get picked Because you got your nose up your
'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties running reckless
s, them ah's, them oh's, them ah's Then we wake up in the morning, we can do it again Round 2, no hesitation 'Cause once I'm up there's more precipitation Shorty
up on it But naw, I don't get along with these rapping cats They mad my chain the same size as their platinum plaques That's a fact, let me get mine
drunk Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club with one thing On our mind that's leave with something Get rid of that ring get
is a piece of the pie and Nike scooped the sess 'cause he moves like air Threw them shits up in the trunk now we up out here Got back to the mansion, to divvy up
for me to say keep your head up through the mail A message to the poor, stressin the life What we don't get now we get in the second life A message to