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Paroles de la chanson I Got You par Fat Joe
[Fat Joe]
SWV made it rain on me
Told me all the secrets, laid pain on me, damn
[Fat Joe]
Hair like silk, body like a new foreign
Everybody checkin' but only a few scorin'
I had to hit it out the park, though
Now she drive around with no car note
I'll spend a ticket in a week
Fuck you in the shower, then the pool and the beach
Had to bring a hundred to the mall
Then you really love it when we runnin' through the mall
She's submissive
SWV made it rain on me
Told me all the secrets, laid pain on me, damn
[Fat Joe]
Hair like silk, body like a new foreign
Everybody checkin' but only a few scorin'
I had to hit it out the park, though
Now she drive around with no car note
I'll spend a ticket in a week
Fuck you in the shower, then the pool and the beach
Had to bring a hundred to the mall
Then you really love it when we runnin' through the mall
She's submissive
Told her bring her friend, but she ain't really with it
Everywhere we go, we do it big time
Let her meet Beyoncé, that was big time
Rainbow on her wrist, that's big time
Courtside at the Knicks, this big time
Prince Charming in the chinchilla
And only you could fit the glass slipper
[Babyface]
Tell me your secrets (Yep)
Tell me your dreams
You could tell me your wishes (Yep)
I'll make 'em all come true
Make your every wish come true
You ain't gotta wish upon a falling star (Star)
I don't give a damn how much they are
I got you, I got you, I got you, baby
Everywhere we go, we do it big time
Let her meet Beyoncé, that was big time
Rainbow on her wrist, that's big time
Courtside at the Knicks, this big time
Prince Charming in the chinchilla
And only you could fit the glass slipper
[Babyface]
Tell me your secrets (Yep)
Tell me your dreams
You could tell me your wishes (Yep)
I'll make 'em all come true
Make your every wish come true
You ain't gotta wish upon a falling star (Star)
I don't give a damn how much they are
I got you, I got you, I got you, baby
[Fat Joe]
Dedicated to ladies that push G-Wagons
Dedicated to homies that don't be braggin'
Big money, it got my jeans saggin' (That's on God)
I put 'em on life support in G7's
Givin' private tours, you see Heaven, I'm a don
Facetime look like don's in Milan
She came twice, I came last, I last long
And that pussy pink, pretty brown eyes
Mini Birkin, that's the only way to downsize
I got a billi' with my name on it
Wait for it
[Babyface]
Tell me your secrets (Yep)
Tell me your dreams
You could tell me your wishes (Yep)
I'll make 'em all come true
Make your every wish come true
You ain't gotta wish upon a falling star (Star)
I don't give a damn how much they are
I got you, I got you, I got you, baby
I'll make 'em all come true
Make your every wish come true
You ain't gotta wish upon a falling star (Star)
I don't give a damn how much they are
I got you, I got you, I got you, baby
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