Lyrics:
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
F&N (F&N), F
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
Take you to my house,
Put you on my couch
Put this in your mouth
Then I'm going South
(Say
Ariel...
F***, f*** gostoso comigo, mas tem que ser no sigilo
F*** gostoso comigo, mas tem que ser no sigilo
F***
F***
F***
F***
F***
F***
Com
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Use this gospel for protection
It's a hard road to Heaven
We
he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
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yeah, uh, ah
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
We're just friends
So don't go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain't going nowhere without a fight
You
wonder, anybody care
Oh, I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cause baby I'm not
F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f
said, "Fack"
F-A-C-K, F-A-C-K, fack, fack, fack, fackin' freak me
Oh yeah, girl, see, baby, they call me Mr. Freaky
Let's call your sister three-way,
wonder, anybody care
Oh, I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cause baby I'm not
F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f
chance (uh, uh, what? Uh)
Biggie, give me one more chance (Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
Uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (remix)
(Yeah)
First things first
I, Poppa,
você)
Eu tô de mal
(Eu tô de mal com você)
Marina, ai ai ai
(Eu tô de mal com você)
Morena
(Eu tô de mal com você)
Uh uh uh uh
(Eu tô de mal com
chance (uh, uh, what? Uh)
Biggie, give me one more chance (Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
Uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (remix)
(Yeah)
First things first
I, Poppa,
Pre>lead guitar intro em bm a em bm d a bm then bm g
Bm g bm g
Crimson autograph is what we leave behind, everywhere man set foot.
Em bm f#m bm
War
COM MUITA BRUTALIDADE NOVINHA VOU TE F***
girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
Uh, okay, one thing about me, I'm the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive
I don't let
Ele levou sobre si nossas dores
C Am D
Foi tanta dor por amor
Bm Em F#º
E agora vejo uh, uh, uh, uh
G D
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
Money gone f
ᴜp, ᴡhat's ᴜp?)
Baila-la-la-la (Tra, tra)
Whine yᴏᴜr ᴡaist fᴏr me (Uh, ᴜh)
Yeah, let me taste, mami (Uh, tra, ᴜh, tra)
¿Qᴜé lᴏ qᴜe, mami? (Uh, sí)
let a n**** f***?
Ms. Parker?
Uh hum
Lil shawty want me,
How do I know? 'cause she told me so, yeah
Lil shawty on "E" somebody let her know that
ᴜp, ᴡhat's ᴜp?)
Baila-la-la-la (Tra, tra)
Whine yᴏᴜr ᴡaist fᴏr me (Uh, ᴜh)
Yeah, let me taste, mami (Uh, tra, ᴜh, tra)
¿Qᴜé lᴏ qᴜe, mami? (Uh, sí)
of the ground
Sweat on their way down
Sweat on their way down uh containers
Uh containers and their drivers
Uh containers and their drivers
Uh containers
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