Get On The Bus(Feat. Timbaland)

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Get On The Bus(Feat. Timbaland)”
uh, huh, [Timbaland] Hey baby, how you? Why your face lookin' all sad and blue Don't you like the Navigator truck that I brought you Why you tryin' to act a fool Don't try to say you see me talking to your girlfriends Ask Toya and Shyrl then Give me a place and time when Don't try to accuse me of silly stuff that I'm doing on the streets You've gotta remember, without you, there's no me I'm just an average man Tryin' to make it in this cold world So tell me baby, while you trippin', girl [Beyonce`] I don't wanna fuss with you So I'm gonna sit out on the couch Don't try to talk to me Cause boy I am blocking you out I don't wanna hear a thing Nothing you've got to say You should think twice About the way you've been talking to me Chorus Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause there is no more us Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause... Oh ho, ho [Kelly] Ain't got no words for you So you can stop callin' my friends Tellin' them it wasn't your fault And why I ain't letting you in Too many times before I let you back in my life But this is a new day And this won't go down tonight Chorus Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause there is no more us Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause there is no more us Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm (oh, ho, do do) Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm (oooh, ooh) Mmm, mmm (oh, ho) Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm (say, what?) Mmm, mmm, mmm (uh, uh, uh, uh) [Timbaland] Introduced you to Dolce and Garbana Advance you from the dirt bikes to Hondas Took you from that terrible stress Now you're tellin' me that I am a bother What kind of mess is that? To tell a man who put you on his team That's just like killing a dream (No no baby) That's how it seems I worked hard to build up what I have for you I pray to God There's not another man between me and you So just tell me There's no need to lie folk While you sittin' with your eyes closed Do you wanna talk, aight yo Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Chorus Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause there is no more us Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause... Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause there is no more us Better catch a cab Or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talking all that junk Fittin' pack my stuff Is this what you want? I don't really care Cause there is no more us

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