I realize I am in love, I belong to You For You have chosen me I give my heart, I give everything I belong to You I am in love, I belong to You For You
Traducción: Jump 5. I Belong To You.
I am You are my all and I realize Chorus I am in love I belong to You You have chosen me I give my heart I give everything I belong to You Because I
got to jump no where cause I'm here Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old nightmare Nigga this
Spit Like A Ozzie I Spit Like I Just Jumped Into Ozzie Clips Nigga Whos You Wit I Can Move Your Clic All I Got To Do Is Let Loose Wit This Ozzie Clip I
?? Trials and Sesta Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack, I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag, I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a
and said I got some news. The good news is Bubba I've found you a liver only bad news is it belongs to a nigga. Chorus: Do you care bout the texture
in, you can make it all come true cause there's always hope inside and hope will see you through aloha...Stitch: jawaba you'll find the place where you belong
- TWO - THREE jump If you were a country you'd be Switzerland You never take a stand You policy is never to offend If you were a gambler you would always win You
ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare
{2nd Verse} Jump back in the {shhh}now Push the S 5 with the big body kit now We never stop, you know it's only hit after hit now Gotta spend chips if you
Singin my song now, while you moppin the floor now We hit and run shit, I hope you know this is war now Bus' big balls quickly settle the score now From all the hot shit I
And smack faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya Chorus Verse 5: rampage Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin All you whack niggaz
or a dope, no! All I said was, do you have $5,000? You said yes! But you don't have $5,000! So I figure you're a dirty liar and I don't waste my time
Sesta Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack, I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag, I?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull
bitch holla to check a nigga I heard you B.I.G., but money ain't the problem I'm hoppin' out of Jimbo's if I'm hungry up in Harlem (Yeah) Yeah, that'
