Lyrics:
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
care what my niggas say
She been there everyday for my drama (c'mon)
Some of the homies hate 'cause they want her
Wish they the ones that's datin' my
into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothing that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with mine
You gotta feel that heat
And we
ain't by my side
Ooh, the cover's over
Miss you on my shoulder
Miss you there on my cheek
Every night
I can't sleep at night
'Cause she ain't by
fine
Girl you look like something that should be on tha dance line
Incredible by tha waist
Plus she got a pretty face
Even tho she got class she
care what my niggas say
She been there everyday for my drama (c'mon)
Some of the homies hate 'cause they want her
Wish they the ones that's datin' my
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop
She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race
what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make you get on up, oh
She's thicker than Snickers, I ain't no candy rapper (woo)
I'm suited and booted, I'm
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it off
Just by doing nothing girl you do it all
I feel like its destined to have you around
a bombshell
Blonde hair, bob hair, she a bomb still
I want one, I want two, I want all dem
Big tool big spoon but I fork dem
Fucking like a Playboy Bunny (get
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you, nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You
the end)
Lauren is such a bitch (I know, right?)
I don't even understand why guys like her, she's not even cute
She's not even pretty
Have you seen how
on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in them stores yet
Donatella on the corset, pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends
She grew up with the children of the stars
In the Hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there
They hung
She grew up with the children of the stars
In the Hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there
They hung
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill
Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
gucci no punta no pussy
Ronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico
There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
When I feed her cum,
Cause she suck the cactus. (Yeah)
I don’t waste time on Tinder,
Got these pretty bitches
Wanna live (Ooh) on my mattress. (Yeah)
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
She bad and she know it
But the genuine type
She ain't ruled by force
Of your expectations
She is who she is
She ain't never fakin'
First name POWERFUL
She bad and she know it
But the genuine type
She ain't ruled by force
Of your expectations
She is who she is
She ain't never fakin'
First name POWERFUL
And for the young boys that are listening, don't feel pressure by the way
There ain't no love in these streets, it only turn my heart to clay
And hella
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