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Fall

Justin Bieber

Believe [Deluxe Edition]

2012

that I'm done with this song that I figure out

What's gonna make you fall in love?
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart

girl loving the dance like woah
Party turn up  lock off like damn
Dj feeling the vibes like man
She got Flavours  out like damn

French-Ting We
Italian

when we hop up out that mini van
Come on
We supposed to be together
Why you change the plan
I be sipping on his liquor
I aint trying to dance, but I

is going away, and
As for the weatherman
He says from here on out
It's nothing but sunshine
And Flower Boy's petals
Have never been brighter
Shine on,

Man I got a lot of time for Maria, the fans get gassed whenever they see her
Stepped in the dance with my blacked out kittens and a grey goose, she

ya....yayayaya
spokesman jar aha aha aha 
come make we dance you de form abi
money go come you go gum body
you wan gum body
you go gum body
you go

We broke up and you moved on 
Faster than I thought you would
Can't seem to get up and get out 
Even though that I know I should

I'm just sittin'

I'm a player nigga never been the type to stress about a bitch
My lil nigga reckless pop out i bet he stretchin' shit
If the conversation ain't about

to the Bugatti
Said he off the molly
Got a gang with some Tommy's
I ain't part of that, I ain't like that
Boy see me up and he mad going out sad, that's too bad
I

She poppin Percocets all in the club 
She stare at me so I pulled out my ones  
Ass be so fat she love making it dance 
Kiss on my neck and then

People want everything out of me I give them nothing
I walk around with a chopper Ill bust him
This shit could at the push of a button
This shit

Baby girl
Oh, now, now
Zagga, zagga, zagga, zow (i wanna dance with you)
Ooh lord, lord, lord
Are you ready for this? (Yeah)
Chuh (yeah)

Put the Blame on Mame [Slow Version]

Marlene Dietrich

Divas: Gold Collection

1999

around
But here's the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
Mame kissed a buyer from out of town
That kiss burned Chicago

(Oh-oh-oh-ooh)
Ima throw a couple up
Watch a couple fall down
It’s a lit 4 life birthday every other day
We gon do something crazy
Ima throw a couple up
Watch

Catch me if you can
I dare you
'Cause once the cat's out the bag
It never gets any easier

So call me
Call me
And every time you fall asleep I bet

conversation and your hand that pulled me away
And you say
Dance with me baby like there's nobody else in the room
We may only have tonight so who cares if they

the walls come down
Try not to cry or shout it
Watch it all fall down

You're running in, and you're running out
Better watch your head 'cause it's

Hooray...hooray its a holi-holiday
All the girls and boys are out to play
Holi-holiday
Hooray...Hooray its a cheeky holiday
when the sun goes down its party time

in a suitcase
Run out, it's a damn race
Don't stay for your embrace

I try to fix you
But ya like being broken
Bear to kiss me
I started choking

We

or a placement
Lamborghini on a racetrack
Bitch, I'm racing!
Bought it all in cash while you pulled out from the savings
Empty your pants
Do your dance
Cause

those eyes
You try to hide your history untold
I don't wanna get too deep
Dive in your thoughts
We can step out on the dance floor and let it unfold
I

chopper
Lil nigga I'm ready to dance
If he said it's smoke with one of my niggas
Then we tryna shoot at his man
Bet  that chopper gon' make that boy dance

I've got one question
And one question only
Do you like to dance
Will you dance with me
We're dancing, we're dancing
We just hit one hundred
We're

No Dey do bad for your brother
E go set ooo
Make we bomb
Make we cash out

Eyin padi mi oto ojo meta
Tell me which way
Make I come make we moll up