Пераклад: E-Type. Believe In Me.
better believe in me You'd better believe in me, I am here... You'd better believe in me, I am here... (x2) You'd better believe in me You'd better believe
like art" type girls All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl And I was satisfied being in love with a lie Now who to blame, you to blame, me
't understand Ya buy me the world if that would make me a scum It's just the joy I bring, call me, Miss everything Shawty is the type who like the finer
I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-U-double E-N-Z Come on ma your riding with me Leave the lame
to me Honey, honey, give, give, give it to me, baby Give it to me, give it to me You feel real good deep inside my whole life You're rubbing me inside me body, take me
closer And let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta Please believe you leave with me We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E You need
me Gon' be right there to remind me Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E? Can you spend a little bit of dough on me? Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E
, she writes me all night Sayin' shit like The 'Tics is so tight She isn't with I love you, that starts the big fight Baby, I can't control what she types, believe me
don't know who responsible All I know who spittin' all I know who givin' Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me
Of what you really mean to me Then'll type it bold when I spell it out I T S L O V E 'Cause it's okay to believe in something It's alright to live your
me Keep you in this epy Straight E-bees, H Bendels, Chanel This is L You doin' a lot of frontin' But that ain't hard to tell You tryna flip me Naw,
for fun Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on, just like (I believe you cool to this) We do it for fun, if you see me
me now I'm spiffy now Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. Pick me now You tell 'em watch me now I'm spiffy now Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. Pick me now Well
the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me
you couldn'ta hit me At a better time, them four cars behind me, they with me All women, all dimes, the redhead she's mine She wanna hump me, yo that'
townhouse to the tenaments Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up 'Cause that upstate bus reminds me
