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Shooting Star [Party Rock Mix; Version]

Pitbull

Shooting Star

2009

they say, love is blind.
We together till the day that we die, till death do us part.
Baby you my heart.
They can take all the houses and the cars.
But

actually helps
I've been chewed up, spun out, left inside of the mud
It's not my fault you can't make blessings outta your love
I'm goin' high and above

tantrums
This ain't no fucking day care
I'm leaving her
You can come fly with me
Only condition don't lie to me
I even told her to do what she want
Can't say

over. -Had to  ride her-  She was Dying to be  a rider. 
 N   I.  Gotta  Say  A lot    Yess sir.   Im. Da writer.   
Consumers    ona riot.   Like Never

Tryna mix the food, I'ma put 'em on a plane
Drinking Ac', you drinking the Bombay
Sip a cup, I'm smoking it to the face
Real street niggas no fade, no

my mama house, When I get rich one day
Keep yo head up cant look down in the rain
You'll never see my pain I mix the tears with the rain
Don't try

to Tavuni
And we're getting off the dock
We could really use some shelter
And by some I mean a lot
So we take a little moment
Asking God where we should go
We

You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining

Got a bitch
Say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'mma bring her to
The set if she

Rappers' Ball

E-40

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 5

1997

drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall

lots of money, no debt, all cash

Seven female wives, seven seven seven female wives (Yes sir)

I walk in the club and all eyes on me
You can tell by my

Yo
Check it
Ay
Ay B. V. to you 

Black Eyed Peas
With some gravy in a pot
Mix it up 
You know I'm coming in with that hot
Light em up
You know they

weed with the roof missin'
I can't trust no bitch
If she ain't down to go and get her own shit
Eatin' lunch, takin' pictures by the ocean
Quit

And on the couch bitch.
Straight like that
Give a fuck how you feel
Did me wrong I can't heal
So you think I wanna chill shit
Straight like that
Ain't no bullshit

a Mick.  and don't forget Mack
With Scottish blood, Sir Spit-a-lot is Lancelot
I'm a bit shy, but i drive-by and cam-a-lot
An 8-ball's got a little white

n****s before
Y'all n****s can't f*** with me (But watch yourself)
Now this ain't for no small booties
No sir 'cause that won't pass (Show me what you're

Need me a crib, no neighbors, mad
Need me a thousand acres
Can't wait 'til a mans on stages
I'm just not at that stage yet
Million views I'm

no way I'm bluffing
Got Eatin' with me so we keep it happening
Got crap to say sir please put a cap in it
Sorry I had to shame you, Mesa Bomber flame

a different tone
Lot of college kids piss me off, talk like fricking clones
Of the next half-ass old professor (uh)
But you can't talk to someone that don't

a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran

thinking on my pain call this here reminiscence
And I ain't never took no L this shit all here a lesson
Rule number one, you can't leave your house without

(Only love could bring us)
(Bring us to this bitter plane)

I know that I'm beneficial, I can't show no feelings, Bentley windows tinted
Nowadays

Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet

fatheads and tell 'em put your head where my palm is
See your ass on out, call the chauffeur
Speed dial, no sir, under there, Orpah?
Catch a rest from

Krazy

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your