Lyrics:
sealing it deep inside me
Yhea I'm walking to see the sun for once
Cause I haven't been receiving any kind of response
About recording my album in my
the fuckin' Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like
Dior Kleid in Beige
Baby, komm by me, wenn du nicht weißt, wer du bist
Deine Stimme wirkt bei mir so wie das Gift
Du kleine (Bitch)
Fahren weg in
Pal de puerco en el sistema
Y te formamo’ el rebolu’
Sin cojone’ a mi me tiene
A mí ninguno me mantiene
Ahora cantamo con lo nene
Y Los billete son
Omo igboro ni mi I know wetin dey
Ma pe aja lobo fun mi a mo bo sen lo
E nkan ti ma se inu mi lowa
Mo male lo fo fence fun anybody e Chai
Mo weyin
El Lobo
El Jaguar
En un pinche corrido a la verga
¿Como dice?
Y así suena todo Side by Side a la verga perro
Y aunque quieran tumbarme se van a joder
contigo muestro completo lo que siento
Y yo te digo que no lo invento oh oh
Baby cuando tú me ves se me va el aliento
Nuestros besos se los lleva, se los
Mind bogglin, oh love them ogling
Turn watch while we seek
See now stop dance wid dem
Don'tcha want this girl
With her Erykah streak
Kafi yome love go me
them niggas petty to us
Like, they don't look ready to us
I'm standing by myself and I'm still saying we
I own everything I drop so I'm just paying me
Rock me baby, yeah, dance
Gyal a wine (whine)
Gyal a wine (whine)
Gyal a wine (whine)
Gyal a wine (whine)
Shake you body come on everybody is move
Give me more
My body
Wants to dance with you
Give me more
My body is on fire
Give me more
My body
Wants to dance with you
Dance with you.
Estoy
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
il rap te lo faccio ma io sono altro
Non pago il caffè, le pute, le serate o il talento
Se parli di me ricorda che ci sto da tempo
Se mi ascolti devi
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
(woo)
Porque Nicky tiene lo que tiene (woo)
Cuáles son los duros, dime quiénes (woo)
Tú te haces el loco, te conviene
Y los envidiosos no me quieren
glory to glory o (ese) oluwa ese
Not by power nor by might but you jehovah (ese) oluwa ese
Bridge.....
Let me dance in the rain
Let me dance for
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
salgo, yo no bebo
Pero igualmente, me entretengo un huevo
Si llama el domingo a su abuelo
Sabes que es de los buenos, ya se pasó el juego
Marc
Down by the reservoir
By the reservoir
I Stay up late every night with my best friend
And dance in socks to dust covered albums
I lie awake every night
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
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