Lyrics:
red, pack the Uz-o
Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo
La la la la la la la la, la la la laaaah
(yeah, yeah, ah huh, ah huh)
La la laaah, la laaah, la
heart is lost to you
My heart is lost to you
Maybe it was the music, the way it moved with your hair
Or the heat of the moment that hung in the air
having it
She taking a camera pic, ten outta' ten not average
Super sharp my talon is, too fly like I'm a Maverick
Heat too hot like candlestick, I hope
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
the heat of the night
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
I just wanted you to know
That I didn't want to go
J'croise du r'gard
Une fille dans un party
(Hein, est b'en belle elle)
J'm'en vais la courtiser
(Salut, moi c'est Antoine)
On s'parle de tout p'is
hit your funny bone
Every time it released my mind is a beast
Amazin' what you find in them streets
Let's see - Buckshot, my peeps
My grind and my heat
la)
(La la la)
(La la la)
(La la la)
(La la la la la ooh)
There goes the fire by the tree as we enter
Let’s watch it flicker
It brings all the sounds
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
Your principals are hung up
On aluminum
Reflecting all the heat
That needs
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
me by my hand and be my mister right
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la
gripping they heat just to settle they beefs
(Brrr brrr) now you getting chased by police
You running to the west, running to the east
But the problem is
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
a million
Man, I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-a-n
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I (I) hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A
for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
coming cause I hoard the heat
Tears are pouring down all his cheek
Cause his bitch boring and he miss me
My eyebrows thighs ass on fleek
That baby Birkin
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below, the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
By the heat of the sun we are one
Lu-na So-la-la
Lu-na So-la-la
Lu-na So-la-la
Lu-na So-la-la
There is so much compassion and kindness in the Divine
of the moon we in tune
By the heat of the sun we are one
Lu-na So-la-la
Lu-na So-la-la
Lu-na So-la-la
Lu-na So-la-la
Vibe change when he entering the range
So
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