Lyrics:
again I've never been a full-time man
Never though it'd hurt so bad to see you with another
Guess I'm the fool that ya, ya think I am
I never called you
(Rudeboyz)
Ya no eres la misma que yo conocí
Ya no eres la niña con la que salí
Ahora fumas, bebes y te arrebatas
Andas con par de amigas que
Mi ranchito queda abandonado
Desde que te fuiste
Muy triste quedó mujer
El jacal donde el amor nos dimos
Está tan solito
Desde que ya no te ve
it to ya, give it to ya
Give it to ya, give to ya yeah
So help yourself to all of me
I’ll be right here waiting
I’m down to see what we could be
sans remords
Ah
Faut distance
Si entre nous y'a sentiments
Ah
Faut distance
Si entre nous y'a sentiments
Ah
Faut distance
Si entre nous y'a sentiments
Ah
con la mía
Ya no puedo más (ya no puedo más)
Ya no puedo más (ya no puedo más)
Con esta melodía, tu color, tu fantasía
Con tu filosofía mi cabeza está
Empecé escribiéndote un poema
Se me hizo to' un dilema
Y por ti no tiene nombre esta canción (no)
Te faltaron ganas y a mí se me fueron (bye)
Ya
Maluma, baby
Aya Nakamura, oh yeah
Bebecita, ¿qué pasó ?
¿Qué son tus gana’ de pelear?
Ya que me empiezo a enamorar
Y tú ya quieres terminar
I betcha never write your name and number on a cocktail napkin
For somebody you just met, but I couldn't help but ask ya'
And I betcha when I hit F7
If I had to I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask you
Would ya like that? Would ya like that?
And I don't mind If you say this love is
Could you be loved and be love?
Could you be loved and be love?
Don't let them fool ya
Or even try to school ya, oh, no
We've got a mind of our
de pensarte
Ya no, no, no, no, no, no
Hace rato subí de nivel y tú tan low para rogarte
Ya no, no, no
Ni en pintura te quiero ver
De mi celu ya
you will come back anyway
Ya don't? Ya don't? Ya don't?
But that's ok I ain't gonna fall
I gotta get up and roll thats the way you want it
And I won't
Yo i'm ready to go, I got rhymes to flow
Pull the plug on my set, and ya still couldn't my show
I get busy, like a bee, check me, R-A-V-E-N Symone
Where life get token by a drug sale
Weigh ya grams on ya scale, holdin' block for real
Shootin' niggas out to kill, savin' money for bail
While
stretch out ya one leg you inna parachute
Naturally girl you know you look cute
Dip and go down and den you salute
Every mon see you so dem wan' pick
A Belén pastores debemos marchar
Que el Rey de los reyes ha nacido ya
A Belén pastores debemos marchar
Que el Rey de los reyes ha nacido ya
don't turn back, don't look back
Ya stressed enough, ain't ya love
Don't turn back, don't look back
Cause I done found a way
Baby don't turn back, don't
outta me
The twinkles in my eye,
Honey it's no surprise,
Whoa
And I'm gonna kiss you when I see ya,
Baby, I might knock you down, oh,
'Cause
Everybody! Gather round!
Rango dance! Going down! Whup! Uh!
Funky funky monkey! (Huh! Huh! Huh!)
Funky funky monkey! (Whatch-ya doin'?)
Funky
doin'
this to us if ya'll don't stand up, right now and ride with us
STAND UP RIGHT NOW, AND NIGGA LET'S RIDE
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I don't know if I'm
Just Right
I came to fix all of you
Silent calm feels somewhat new
Into the light we walk
You just want to talk when ya want to rawk my cock
stroller
Hard time "Coco-Cola" solder, a 4-5 cocked-glock-toter
That come BACK and hit the same SPOT for the rocks I sold ya
I thought I told ya bitch - I'm
The rhythm will make your body move
It's gonna keep ya movin'
The rhythm will make your body groove
It's gonna keep ya groovin'
To everybody
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