don't tell me you love me, don?t tell me Don't tell me you love me, love me do Don't tell me you love me, don?t tell me Don't tell me you love me, love
Vertaling: Kid Rock. Moenie vir my sê You Love Me.
no one So, don't tell me you love me Don't tell me you love, love me do Don't tell me you love me Cuz love's one thing that I cannot do And it's the
Lids store This summer you can catch me on a big tour I'm high grade, I think they need to quiz more And let me get with you, don't let the kid hit you
of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean
What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen
forced to do dirt So now you're mad, 'cause I got money and you don't The hustlers win, the busters won't What can I say, you can't come out and play
This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without respect from streets So I don't claim be the hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin',
be duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an
that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't
', they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't
own don't make me have to fuckin' clap somethin' I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin' So love you Dany more than livin' itself Even though my friends tell me
smiling face LMA O O O OOOO (Chorus) I tell you what it is And everything it isn't You got a cool ride I'm saving it for business You got a lovely wife
t trickin' cuz you got it What you trippin' on? See, I'm a spoiled chick You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches [Lil' Twist] Rockin
this car for 5 hours, what you gonna do? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes
But they some slimmy sue Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You
lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon And I can't stand it My style flow local like New Jersey transit And you'll need Teddy to unjam
don't feed me mama, I'm like an animal Especially after 12, can you handle my stamina? You won't believe the things I say when you walk by My game cool
