Lyrics:
Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in
Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in
huh
She gun walk it back like moonwalk
I'm out in portobello
She say wassup I say hello she pulling the string like a cello
Shawty she confi- she
I walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae
I'm alive
The age of gold, yes the age of old
The age of gold
The age of music is past
I walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae
I'm alive
The age of gold, yes, the age of the age old
The age of gold
The age of music
Portobello,
Dos Sabores En Albahaca,
Una Jarra De Berenjena,
Dos Tequilas, Una Cama.
Una Pizca De Portobello,
Dos Sabores En Albahaca,
Una Jarra De
Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Happy things are happening in Portobello Road
You feel like a ballerina when you're hopping like a toad
When
of Portobello's extremes. If voting could
Change things they'd make it illegal. Truth is the sword of us
All. Insane are the normal. Musicians and outlaws.
And you're my man
Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off
you, Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah,
Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down Portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
you, Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah,
Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
siento babe
No quise hacer lo correcto pero
Hoy el vuelto a buscarte
Tengo menos Portobello y más ganas que antes
Cuatro de la mañana disculpa el no
& mushrooms that's Portobello
I want a reputation like Taylor Swift
You got filthy hands let me feel them feel them Ugh
In the Havana chilling with Camila
la llevo a portobello
Que bello
Cuando mama yo le sujeto el cabello
Siempre Nos vemos a escondidas
Porque no le gusta que hablen de ello
Yo se lo lambo
quiero ve'lo
Vamos pa una playa de Portobello
Pa ver como acaricias tu pelo
Si me pruebas en tu memoria quedo
Soy tranquilo pero contigo a fuego
Ponte LJS
Portobello
me tiro pa atras
Mientras otro prendo
Y me siento cb
Me siento estupendo
Completo de negro
Smoking Crescendo
Gelato en el backwood
Y le doy fuego
min telly, alo-alo-alo-alo
Linjen rykker fucking yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow
Hak det op som portobello-bello-bello-bello
Nitten ellever under min
Celly Campelo pra não cair
Naquela fossa em que vi um camarada
Meu de Portobello cair
Naquela falta de juízo que eu não
Tinha nem uma razão pra
Celly Campelo pra não cair
Naquela fossa em que vi um camarada
Meu de Portobello cair
Naquela falta de juízo que eu não
Tinha nem uma razão pra
seguridad lo digo
Si te juro que hay vece' que ni yo puedo conmigo
Y sigo siendo el mismo
El cantante piquetú enrolando Portobello adentro de este Wood
La
I walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae
I'm alive
The age of gold is the age of the age of old
The age of gold
The age of music
n***** come around on the other side
Asking for some money, then glide like a slip and slide (Yeah you can cut it off)
Portobello meat is coming through
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