Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm ready to do it all over
My heart colder, hip-hop I'm part owner
Southern rap specialist, verses intelligent
Elegant, it's Ludacris, don't
Yeah, I'm ready to do it all over
My heart colder, Hip-Hop I'm part owner
Southern rap specialist, verses intelligent
Elegant, it's ludacrious
where you were born
You're not part owner of California
I'll take you on a ride
As a part-owner to my pain
Our ideals they collide
Coerced coexistence
I fought the world today - postpone my birth
of the partners that failed at part owner
And past the fact that I'm part stoner
My drives longer
So I park anywhere that I wanna
See me there
Leave me there
If
just the part-owner
Can these lingering kisses make you stop now
Cause I need some time for myself
now
Come on
Come on girl and understand me
That Jah
of a four leaf clover
President and plus part owner
Rubbabands got more fans than Barcelona
You gettin' more record sales than me
Chances are slim like
world now and you fucking with a boss
And my girl part owner yeah she co-CEO
Fuck around and get fired after getting fired on
Okay so she gone bounce that
A real football man
And I needed to diversify
So I bought into a side
Barcelona
I’m part-owner
Hear the bands who paid for it
On the interval playlist
With whom I will vow that until death do us part
Girl, it's you, the owner of my heart
Oh girl don't worry or doubt your worth
My precious treasure here
Don't panic, I keep telling myself
Don't panic, got to be yourself
Maybe I'm in a corner and maybe I'm a part-time owner
In a world of confusion,
owner. Show me the way.
Space Owner.
Space Owner.
Space Owner.
Space Owner.
Part II:
Не будь там, где скуден ум,
и сам не скуден будь,
в этом соль и
of grass
Not a good part of the home owners
And he said
Association
Man alright where's that lawn at
And it was great
Don't mess with the HOA
Great
But
I want to feel it
I am the owner of every part
Of your thought and sense
In the mirror
Steel by your side
I can see you when
I close my eyes
In
just like Kirby, they shed that persona to take on an owners
Hard to be part of this, only thing that I can see now is holding back trips for
must be losing my
Stuck in my head ignoring signs
Guess somebody to love is just so hard to find
But you don't have to play the part
I just hate being
the owner's pet
A middle-aged man with a lot of dough
No need to work, just blow, girl, blow!
Part-time hooker, part-time hooker
Part-time hooker,
A guardian of emotions, in the tenderest space.
In the symphony of love, you play the part,
The maestro of my soul, the owner of my heart.
(Verse 2)
Through
Rappe dope, doch bin sober
Ich bin Player und Owner
Cash out jeden Monat
All in, Poker
All in, Poker
Rappe dope, doch bin sober
Ich bin Player und
There are aging spares on this one, and what else on this
I don't need no deal, I'm my own owner Fighting for your love, what made me stronger
Well it must've been 100 in that summer sun
And I've been in it all day
Putting up with that prick of an owner's son
Making me some hillbilly pay
Well it must've been 100 in that summer sun
And I've been in it all day
Putting up with that prick of an owner's son
Making me some hillbilly pay
New start
New day
Still a broken heart
I’m sorry bae
I’m sorry bae
You Finna stay
We Finna part
Need the space
For my art
I can’t stop
When I
purposely
My first owner was a stock broker up on wall street
He went on a balling spree
Bought a crib up in the Hampton's and another down in the keys
He
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