Lyrics:
finna blow up
El mundo eh mío yo me la vacilo I promise Im living it up
Nother crib by the end of the month
Liquor store for the bottles we want
No
of the say amara pista
Yet e forget I never say in lista
Regista Fulci, Mario Bava e Umberto Lenzi
Like seven back spider orrendi
Santo Trafficante shoot
flow que fode niggas no mic
Como ganzas fodem neurónios
Muito álcool no meu sangue
Dread eu sou de Santo António
O vosso mundo é perfumado
O nosso é
by letting her seat wave,
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee,gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
mingle with more stars than ringo
On the beach in santo domingo lighting trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle
Till your
(They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffe Down In Brazil)
Way down among the Brazillians,
Coffee beans grow by the billions,
So they've got to find those
by letting her seat wave,
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee,gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
Mr. Worldwide
And Britney bitch
Todo mundo, levántense
Romeo Santos cantale
I'm here like for one night
So we don't gotta waste time
I know
the shoes McQueen (wow)
You be tryin' too hard not to watch my stories
I was shakin' this ass, better not report me
I'm close by even though it's hard
santo cristo.
En nombre de dios. Obra de dios.
En nombre de dios. Obra de dios.
by cuitron (montevideo,uruguay)
trip to Santo Domingo
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo
Thug think he loud then show me your hero
Nigga tried to play me on the dealo
Tried
To get the Earth spinning in the right direct
This movie of life, sometimes might project
Act, scenes that don't seem serene
I like palo santo, put
Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in
That wouldn't be, a good day for me
Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the millions
So they got a lot of extra cups to fill
They've got
Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled
Right front of the Santos (uh)
Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps
I run it like laps, they
Mm, my candlelight
Burnin' up like Palo Santo through the night
You, you're by my side
Feelin' like my four-leaf clover every time
Don't let go
than them
You can't have no Mr. Childs eating Panda Express
I'm burning sage in the studio 'fore I let niggas near
I leave my weapon by the speakers
Letra why Música by Curtis Peifer
RegocÃjense santos del Señor
El ya triunfó levanten su voz
Declaren hoy la gloria del Rey
Alzen bandera de
never rushed
Come and lay by my side
Right here
Red, I love you and the world
It seemed to make sense
When Brother Santo said
One more run be
Said we was rolling rolling like a stone
Cause them wheels keep on spinning and they just don't stop
And sometimes it could be so lone
Santo, just
lookin' broke
Need to be in double dutch, jumpin' rope
Y'all Northtown folks comin' down to Manhattan World
Serious soul food made by black girls
Cornbread
and swirl ( A true treasure by every measure )
Yo!
Baby girl my loving never stops
The call me Big hand Little hand
Cause my loving never stops
I give
by letting her seat wave,
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee,gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
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