I knew this woman named Francy She was a two-timing son of a gun Well she got her kicks And she ate enough bricks But you know it She would've never
I knew this woman named Francy She was a two-timing son of a gun Well she got her kicks And she ate enough bricks But you know it She would've never won
Preklad: Gossip. Kosti.
: I knew this woman named Francy She was a two-timing son of a gun Well she got her kicks And she ate enough bricks But you know it She would've never
poppin shit Anybody want it? Come see me (What?) Fame yagga I flows sicker like, tote quicker like Na na pop shit like spit hot shit Bitches love to gossip
Andy was a Catholic The ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother Collecting gossip and toys Every Sunday when he went to Church He'
on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamon In the calle long, Dona Ana throwin at her corazon I should of know she was a cachatera Always watching novelas with her abuela Gossiping
heated and she's leaving too Because you ran your mouth, what you said wasn't even true See my man name is Victor His brother Mike is boning Shante,
Mm, mm, mm, yeah Cleveland, better believe it We stay thievin' every last evening, y'all Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball Workin'
Such the lazy Jackstraw always late for tea Never bothers to ring lately Says the silly sparrow a gossip in the grain Have you heard the, oh you don't
Straight out the casket, risin' up Open up your eyes, can't you see me? What the fuck is this? Madness, pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones
what they deserve Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy It never fails to amaze me How people never miss a possip, they just believe the gossip
I get faded Have I made it? Naw, but the game is not final Devin still comin' wit' his thang up in ya spinal I know niggas gon' talk and the bitches gon' gossip
If people talk then let people talk We won't hit the ground if we are the talk of the town People talk gossiping past Stabbing their words with all
