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Total - What about us (remix)

Tekst piosenki:

feat. Black Rob
   Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Yeah yeah yeah Yeah, come on
   I like the way it's goin' down
   I ain't done a remix in a long time
   I like to make it hot I like to make it real hot
   Black Rob, come on
   [Black Rob]
   Aye yo, who dat, comin' through my block like that
   Oh, nobody but that Bad Boy cat
   What's his name?, Black Rob
   Ya'll heard duke was famous Money-soft, Puffy joints, Total house
   It's bangin' in the clubs, oh my good
   Ya'll be wishin' that those brothers came through my hood
   Take a diffrent approach, just play respect the coach
   That's Black, since I'm rollin' wit' Total
   That's that
   Baby, seen you lookin' at other ladies
   Just finished having your baby
   Why'd you have to go, go and leave me
   Baby, you know I'm about to be swazy
   Can't stop my lover from being shady
   Why'd you have to go, go and leave me
   What about you?
   What about me?
   What about us?
   What you gon' do?
   Total help me sing
   What about you?
   What about me?
   What about us?
   What you gon' do?
   What we gonna do What we gonna do (yeah)
   Baby, I know that you've been pimpin' Mr. Baller, trickin'
   Why'd you have to go, go and leave me
   Baby, I always been your baby Love makin' this girl go crazy I
   can't understand, why you left me...
   [Repeat Chorus]
   I remember we used to spend Countless nights, you were my best of
   Our love, could be one that never ends
   Whatever happened to yours
   [Black Rob]
   Aye yo, what about you, what about me I'm tryin' to get dough,
   come for free
   And I know you like the way, Black flava parlay
   I slide like a man, with gators on Parcae Floors, it's me who
   hordes the
   door like Prince Navigator Doo Doo Brown, the quint wit' light
   Me and Mruder, gotta be the cheddar we seein' first
   Oh I ain't gonna spit one verse (one verse)
   Sometimes I feel cursed, ya'll dson't want me to rise Dough in
   the purse
   Rather see me faze down, in the back of a hursh
   But I reufse to lose, don't batter the bruised
   Throw mine's, to get my grill on the 6 o'clock news
   We be smoke, pretty E wit' D in E-class Spittin' flase
   information, I know
   gone need back-up
   Till you can't, Black Rob heavyweight champ
   When I strike, I'm gonna leave Bad Boy stamp, come on (what about
   [Repeat Chorus x 3]

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki