Lyrics:
You might be old, about 90 years
But you ain`t too old to shift them gears
You can shake it up and go (Shake it up and go)
Shake it up and go
forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
J.G. with a fleet of bitches take your tops off
I'm
I'm a roll some of this, ride n then puff it
Yea, we start off slow, then kick it in gear
Off of that smooth shit, I kick in the air
To keep
and look for some bust downs to bust down
Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone
that money that you got gonna be gone
That gear that you rock gonna be gone
The house up on the hill gonna be gone
The gold, on your grill gonna be
que no le guste que se vaya pal carajo,
Pitbull es el mago
I hicth and dissapear, mami call me, rich a gear,
Is this cause I want a pretty woman yeah,
smile
In Budapest... hot night in Budapest.
We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was
Hmm Hmm Hmm
( One more vote! One more vote! Speech! Speech!
One more vote! One more vote! Speech! Speech! )
Fellow cats, mesh your gears
I'm gonna grab my gear, get on out of here
Even if I have to crawl
I'm goin' soul searchin'
I'm lookin' for the love I knew
Soul searchin'
I
situation
Make the best of it's all you can do
Till they get through
Overheard the engineer
Say something 'bout the landing gear
Now we're running
ready to quit
Something about driving way to fast
Switching gears and hammering on the gas
And the fact that they ain't caught me yet
Tells me I
your soul gets weak
But their hard to hear
When you're jamming gears
And they're always hanging back
Yeah they try to chase
But if they want to save
the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
outside here
Police best bet come with the riot gear
Soldiers down to die here
Move to America
Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up
up
Uh
Shes a material girl
You ain't got enough
Its a weird, weird
And she asking weird questions
Why yo engine n the rear
Switchin' gears
shifting gears
Year after year
It's all or nothing
But I'm not home
I'm not lost
Still holding on to what I got
Ain't much left
Though there's so
walking straight into my life
And every night we talked till it became so clear
And I could feel those dreams inside shifting gears
'Cause love brought
do movin' this fast it's a Nascar ride
Switch gears slow down go down wow now
You can feel every inch of it when we into mail
I use my tongue baby,
He was all souped up, but played it just right
Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
It's a whole
and the car will be mine
Forever and never ever to part
Judy, Judy, Judy, I only live for your love and your gears
Do you understand that and it's absolutely
Zulu man is feelin' blue
Gear his heart beat a little tattoo
Diga diga doo diga doo doo
Diga diga doo diga doo
You love me and I love you
self respect, your manly pride
Get yourself in gear
Keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here
Take it from me,
skrr, skrr before I blast off
She go up and down like NASA
Bike life on your bitch nigga
Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she switchin' gears on this dick
here
Metals and gear, gettin' fried off of medical, that's incredible
The fliest, the most notorious why it's happen those liars
Off niggas heads like
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