Lyrics:
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
I'm tellin' everybody (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Everybody (ohh, let's go
it
C'mon queenie let's shake it
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
Won't
Are they at war, who can justify?
Are you so holy, have you got the right?
Who is the judge and who is your jury?
Or let them get it by decree?
they don't know me
But they know just who I am, I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass
have to go that far and I
I've got you down
I know you by heart
And you don't even know where I start
Talk to yourself, talk to the tears
Talk
to make me go call up my side guy?
Can't let a f-boy eff up my nice vibes
Yo Ariana, come let me give you a high five
The light is coming to give back
to be, won't you stay with me, you can help us see,
Here we are.
Let yourself go by,
You can touch the sky if you try.
All you've got to show, you
Any where you go - I will follow - I will follow
Every time you call - I can hear you
My killer my shadow - where ever I go, you follow
Through
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
You and your ass invited
So go on and get to clappin'
, let's go, let's go
Ha hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo
While I'm hangin' out the window of your
You can dance
Every dance with the one who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Every smile for the one that hold your hand
let you go 'cause I know
I want you for very long (la música de Harry Fraud)
So I say
All my bitches ask me how many bitches I got (got)
Can you
reckless than a paisa
Driving without a license
Hittin’ your new truck then
Leaving you hiking
They said no, the industry let it go
I cracked the window then
is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
Who can hit it more faster
I'm
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer
charming people I have known
For I meet politicians
And grafters by the score
Killers plain and fancy
It's really quite a bore
Oh, newspapermen meet such
the dough
You know I'm on that syrup, we 'bout to send the word
These niggas really argue who gon' shoot you first
Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you
lost
Let me
Cause by now you know I love you so (you know I love ya)
Let (let) me (me)
Let me never ever let you go
Let me
Let me love you
a lot
FRANK:
Others will bicycle side by side
Way out to some romantic spot
(But when you haven't a sou)
(There's only one thing to do)
BOTH:
a lot
FRANK:
Others will bicycle side by side
Way out to some romantic spot
(But when you haven't a sou)
(There's only one thing to do)
BOTH:
sleep
Rememberin' everything
Everything you said to me
Like I'm doin' lately
You
You wouldn't be all
All that I want
Baby, I could let go
If I
man
You gon' have to call him back another time
Girl, let's get out and vibe
Go up, get loud
Get right here and now
Yeah, tell me
Who tryna, who
Hold me, darling hold me
And I'll always be here to be your guy
Closer, baby come closer
Let me be the one you love
And be right here by your
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