Lyrics:
vano intento
Que me hace sufrir
Como puedo desatarme
De tu forma de enredarme
Como puedo desligarme
Ya de ti
Diem cual es el embrujo
Que esa noche me
(tú) la culpable de mi ansiedad (ansiedad)
Me consume la impaciencia (impaciencia)
No me hago la víctima
Es que soy un preso de tu amor
Ya no te
tan solo fui un cobarde escondido entre mis sueños
Un cobarde porque ahora que te tengo
Ya estas tan lejos
Porque te hablo y ya nos ha ganado el
Soy el último en la barra
Ya cayo la madrugada
Pero no cayo el borracho
Estoy pedo pero cuerdo
Por desgracia su recuerdo
No se ahoga con alcohol
Y
lo nuestro terminó (Pina Records)
Y a lo vivido ahora le encuentras mil defectos
Yo ya no extraño tus besos (Yo ya no extraño tus besos)
Yo ya
Pero solo soy el que te complace
(Jory Boy)
Conocemos la intimidad (oh)
Pero de ahi ya nada mas (nada más)
Pa' que venderte falsas ilusiones
nigga I'm straight
ya heard me nigga
lets go this real nigga shit ha
Damn nigga how you do it like that
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
nobody follows ya
Ya momma should've swallowed ya
Ya daddy ain't proud of ya
Them n****s that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin'
Bunch of pump
top and bottom
That mouf and that cat b****
All you n****s wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin'
Ole scary a**
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
They catch me on a back street
They gone knock me off
Yea I'm talkin' bout the law
Ya'll sum fuckin' devils
Up in school you got blues
Now ya bout
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand y'all don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil' dude this grown
I wanna lock her up in the crib and fuck her all day
And fuck ya on the couch and eat ya in the hallway
And walk around naked and put the cell
out
Make my name taste like shit in ya mouth (Doodoo!)
Same niggas that be talking this shit
Be the first niggas speak when I walk in that bitch
Them
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
a moment a silence,
Hole up, Death to Tyrants,
I got a grind that’s timeless
The way I get paids a Science
I’m on some Mayan shit,
Clear ya head like it’s ya
Quería tener la portada
Quería esa tela sin pagar nada
Quería hacerlo al margen de España
Quería que un sello nos la chupara
Como hizo Boa, ya estuve
Ella pasa y yo sigo aqui pensando
Si ya tu sabes que pasa con mi amor
Ya no se puede ir por la calle caminando
Ay amor mio, te doy todo pero nada
for the gifts we got
Coz we get the picture
We ain't flinchin' at the negs
We just be gettin' richer
Girl, I'm so hyped, I could kiss ya
Obliterate Kate
night long
Sayin' the streets done elected
(yeah) I'm here it's election time
Ya dig? (your boy)
Young Dolph the realist nigga in it uh
These bitches
my money (What)
Ridin' 'round with my B's and we
Gon' keep pullin' all ya honeys (B's)
Lame ass niggas be flexin'
Hoes gon' keep spendin' all ya money
explode like grenade
If you wanna draw for the blade
I'll be like - "Nah rudeboy, what
D'ya mean, what d'ya mean, w-"
Nah, but, what d'ya mean, you fool?
Go
of this pussy?
You know ya down with all that)
Nah I ain't with eatin' no motherfuckin
Pussy you got me fucked up
Just suck a nigga' dick!
(Bitch, you like
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