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your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
What age are you, my honey?
Modestly she answered me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
She sang
A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha
pôe plan plan sul neâr
Si caisarin dongje un fûc impiât s'a tu vûs
Compagnie
Ch'a no è facil, tancj viaçs, cjatâle cassù
Ma il fûc al mûr, la passion
Let's funk it up!
Relate, vacate, what's today's rate?,
In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe,
Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha?
I must warn ya,
Flow 'round by the wind
(Flow motion)
Flow 'round by the wind
(Flow motion)
[Layzie Bone]
Ride wit me
Ride wit me
Who is that cun wit
to sci-fi
Auntie getting mad got her screaming patwa
I'm shuffling money, I ain't tryna cha cha
I just flipped a two into a twenty, tada
They gon make
errei
Me bloqueou das suas redes sociais
Será que tinha outro alguém? (Um outro alguém?)
Será que só me usou de stand by?
Não há mais espaço no meu
that Cha Cha (Cha Cha)
Some of 'em work for a living to make an honest dollar (honest dollar)
And here's another thing I thought that you should know
can make that ass do tricks
Wooo!
[Verse 1, N.A.R.D]
What the business? Let me holla at ya shawty
I wanna get up wit'cha blubber, and know yo name
I
by doo, by doo, by doo, by doo, by doo, by doo, by doo
Anything I fit do for you, I fit do for you yeah
Scooby doo, by doo, by doo, by doo, by doo, by
sors en soiree
Par la bas, c'est tout mort, ça fait qu'cha-cha-chater
J'les laissent bla-bla-blater, d'toute façon ces que des enculés
Mon niveaux ne
a-a-a-llright
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash it's a gas, gas, gas
Ooh yeah
Cha-na-na-na-na honey
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was down with a strap
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
of that bitch that's lookin like a dragon
Now you want to fight 'cause you're baggin on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches
everyday
Don't cha want to ride baby
Don't cha want to ride baby
A car this fine don't pass your way everyday
Don't cha want to ride baby
Don't cha want
Ma Chérie
Ma cha ma Chérie
Vil du bli eller cele vie
Ma Chérie
Ma ch ma Chérie
Vi kan fly vi kan bare fly
Gikk meg bort i mine tanker
Du fant
One, two ha cha cha
Two, two ha cha cha
Three, two ha cha cha
Four, two
Ooh ooh ooh yeah
Feel like everything just ain't got soul
So I'm gon' be
can tell by the glare in your eyes
Should have realized
You were just being fake
But I'm a real one
(I don't need you)
Cuz i'm a real one
You said
Patek myself
Baguette myself
Big jet myself
Don't need a nga for no help
Cha Nae Nae myself
YSL myself
Maybach myself for I let a nga play with
before
[Chorus]
Wheels up
I got to leave this evening
Can't seem to shake these vultures
Off of my trail
Power is made by power being taken
So I
me, testing me, testing me
Wheels up
I got to leave this evening
I can't seem to shake these vultures
Off of my trail
Power is made by power being
a hand
Can't you be a man
Greedy joker, slidin' by,
Dealin' Jones-ses with a high
Don'cha see it's wrong
Don'cha wait too long
Don'cha hear
me, testing me, testing me
Wheels up
I got to leave this evening
Can't seem to shake these vultures
Off of my trail
Power is made by power being taken
made by power being taken
So I keep on running
To protect my situation
Down to the wire
I wanted water, but
I'll walk through the fire
If this is
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