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Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. Snoop Dogg) – Smoke Up

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
(Tududu)
Yeah (Tududu)
Right back at it (Tududu)
Laid back like a Craftmatic (Tududu)
Addicted like a addict (Tududu)
Rick Rock beats

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Takin’ no shortcuts
Fuckin’ with no mutts
DPGC, nigga, we loc up
Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up (What?)
Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock, rock
Pass past the spot where the homie serve rocks
Rollin’ right past, me, Snoop and Daz (Ow)
Gone in a flash, look at that ass

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
See, everything they talkin’ about be fabricated
We do this shit for life, motherfucker, so don’t hate it
From decades to century, Dogg Pound, the DP
We the niggas from the streets to the penitentiary (Ow)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Takin’ no shortcuts
Fuckin’ with no mutts
DPGC, nigga, we loc up
Somebody said thе Dogg Pound broke up (What?)
Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up (Ow)

[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger | Kurupt]
Just stalkin’, C-walkin’ up on you busters
Dogg Pound, wе bangin’ and smashin’ them motherfuckers (Yeah)
Snoop Dogg, Daz and Kurupt, see it’s the principle
DPGC, nigga, we invincible (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
Look at that mouth, Daz with a bout
Take her to the house, Dogg turned her out
Made her get naked, microphone check it
Nigga, now what?
You can catch us in the cut, like

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]
Niggas love talkin’ shit, wanna see the clique slip
Dip, skip, trip, nigga, this Crip (Yeah)
Call for a meeting, proceeded with the proceedings (What up, Cuz?)
Everybody on deck, it’s all part of respect (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Daz Dillinger, Snoop Dogg & Kurupt]
You can get DP to get (Tududu)
Took your bitch, and I gave her that (Tududu)
Hit a switch on a bitch like (Tududu)
(Bitch niggas talkin’ shit) (Tududu)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Takin’ no shortcuts
Fuckin’ with no mutts
DPGC, nigga, we loc up
Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up (What?)
Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
(Tududu)
Ah (Tududu)
What a day to play “Clear Blue Skies”
With a sprinkle of gray (Tududu)
The DPGC way
Yeah, bobba, we back (Tududu)
Tududu
Tududu
Tududu
Tududu

Tududu
Tududu

Tududu
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Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It (Ft. Sexyy Red) – DAMN SHORTY

[Chorus: Sexyy Redd]
He like, “How you fit that ass in them pants?”
You wanna see me, boy, you better have them bands
I’m with my bitches so you gotta bring some friends
I’m a dog, I ain’t tryna do the romance

[Intro: Chief Keef]
(Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
(This Chicago, nigga)
Damn shorty, this one ain’t even on purpose man
Damn shorty, shoot on accident
Damn shorty, I thought about it, like damn
Damn shorty, damn shorty
Damn shorty, I’m talking to myself, though (Young Rari)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants, shorty? (Trap-a-Holics)
They like how you get it, damn shorty
How you pulling up in the Lamb’, shorty?
Mans like who that at the door, my damn shorties
We’ll shoot your ass while you on cam, shorty
If we can’t get you, we gon’ get your fam, shorty
I’m like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty
Me and gang in LA, we’ll ram shorty (Real trap shit)
I can’t come to your city, I’m finna land, shorty
I’ll pop you, we ain’t throwing hands, shorty
I’ll turn your ass a nеw strand, shorty
I’m off Tooka, we don’t do the Xans, shorty
Damn shorty, damn shorty
Make thе chopper sing, Big Baby DRAM, shorty
We’ll catch you in the club, Sam shorty
Get to spraying cooking butter, Pam, shorty
Damn shorty, damn shorty
We just watching out for Uncle Sam, shorty
They like Sosa, “When you get that Lamb’, shorty”
You already know what I am, shorty

[Chorus: Sexyy Redd]
He like, “How you fit that ass in them pants?”
You wanna see me, boy, you better have them bands
I’m with my bitches so you gotta bring some friends
I’m a dog, I ain’t tryna do the romance

[Verse 2: Sexyy Redd]
I’m a real fine bitch and I got that bag
Hoes don’t play with me, ‘cause I get on they ass
I like to hop up in my car and drive it fast
Ain’t pulling over, we outside, fuck the task
My coochie good, that’s why I got two baby dads
I hate a lying-ass nigga, I’ll flash
Don’t turn me up, you know I get to acting bad
I tell my hoes when you with me, the world mad
Yeah, I’m rich, but I like to chill out on the block
He wanna hang with me but he ain’t got no Glock
I’m doing donuts while I’m pulling off the lot
And I ain’t hiding from these bitches, fuck the opps

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Damn shorty, damn shorty
You should already know I rep’ my gang, shorty
You already know I don’t tuck no chain, shorty
You can’t hang, shorty, you tuck your chain, shorty
You was tryna hang, shorty, got your dumbass banged shorty
We ain’t playing around, shorty, this ain’t no game, shorty
On a roof feel, like I’m on a crane, shorty
You be rocking where? Boy, you ain’t Dame, shorty
I was on the CTA bus and a train, shorty
Never got big-headed since I got fame, shorty (I got fame)
You dropped your location, then we came, shorty (Ayy, came)
Before we kill you, we gon’ give you that pain, shorty (Give ya that pain)
They threw me in the booth, told me go insane, shorty (Du-da-duh)
Got Hermes umbrella in case it rain, shorty
Riding around your city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)
Finna come bowl on you, better stay in your lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)

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Future & Metro Boomin – Drink N Dance

[Intro: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Three times
Ooh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
Overdue (Overdue)
Haha
She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again
She pop it around, start to freakin’ again (Oh)
She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again (Oh-oh)
(Yeah)
She droppin’ it down (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Right after I smash, all she wanna do is fuck again (‘Gain)
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Right after I smack, all she wanna do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Geekin’ again, freakin’ again
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance
Geekin’ again, freakin’ again
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance

[Verse 1: Future & Chris Brown]
Overseas bank account, penthouse, marbled floors, mink couch
Boss bitches so promiscuous, wanna call, answers on the first dial
Maybach goin’ back to back, we goin’ back to back (Oh-oh)
We out in Abu Dhabi
Foreign bitches bringin’ in more exotic bitches
I’ma throw a thotty party
Two hundred fifty, no receipt (Baby)
I’ma park the jet on the beach (Oh)
Soakin’ through her panties on the seat
Baby, can I trust you with a secret?

[Pre-Chorus: Future, Future & Chris Brown]
Freakin’ again, tweakin’ again
Sneakin’ again, got you geekin’ again (Pluto)

[Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Right after I smash, all she wanna do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Right after I smack, all she wanna do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Geekin’ again (Geekin’), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
Geekin’ again (Geekin’), all she wanna do is drink and dance
Geekin’ again (Geekin’), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)

[Verse 2: Future & Chris Brown]
She droppin’ down to her feet, yeah, yeah (She droppin’ down)
She poppin’ it ‘round, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
She droppin’ down past her knees, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
She pop it around, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Oh-oh, ah)
She goin’ down to her feet, yeah, yeah (Down, down, down, down)

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Chris Brown]
Geekin’ again (Geekin’ again), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
Geekin’ again, she freakin’ again

[Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Right after I smack it, all she wan’ do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Soon as the jet get off the ground, all she wanna do is fuck again
Right after I took her down, all she wanna do is fuck again (Ooh, woah)
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)
Freakin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Ooh, woah)

[Outro: Future & Chris Brown]
Ooh, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, woah (She’s droppin’ it down, she’s)
She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again
Geekin’ again, freakin’ again, oh, oh, oh
All she wanna do is drink and dance
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Glorb (Ft. Dankton (Glorb) & The PUFF (Glorb)) – MOB TIES

[Intro: Dankton & The PUFF]
This is a PUFF production (Production—production)
They thought they had us in the first half, huh?
Nah, I am back! (Back—back—back)

[Chorus: Dankton]
That boy gonna leak, that boy gonna die
Know that I’m him, ‘cause there’s only one I
Bitch, I’m rollin’ in the deep, set ‘em on fire
Bitch, I’m stayin’ with Adele, now she back online, yeah
(Woo! Ooh-ho!) We really turnin’ that tide, huh, really
We really livin’ that life, huh, really (Woo! Ooh-ho!)
It’s really givin’ mob ties, huh, really (Woo! Ooh-ho!)
It’s really givin’ that—(It’s really givin’—)

[Verse 1: Dankton]
She said my dick fat like CaseOh (Yeah)
I’m Jynxzi with the siege, no rainbow (Six Siege)
Pullin’ up on Krabs with the 6, had him starin’ at the tip
Turn that boy to Kurt Angle
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!) Underwater, under pressure, underpaid
Oppa daughter’s in my quarters, eatin’ Dankton’s mayonnaise (Yeah)
If the Puffy gettin’ bloody, then I’m fuckin’ on her face
Now I’m feelin’ like a vampire, fuck, I miss the rage, yeah
They never had it like me (Like me)
They never really liked me (Liked me)
I’m stayin’ with the shiesty, masked up
Pussy thought I left, thought the Dank went bankrupt, yeah
Welcome to the openin’ of Clams Casino
Dankton got the strippers, baby, bring a couple C-notes
Where the opposition? I’ma touch ‘em like a pedo
Fuck a Brian Peck, I’m nickeloading up a Deagle

[Chorus: Dankton]
That boy gonna leak, that boy gonna die
Know that I’m him, ‘cause there’s only one I
Bitch, I’m rollin’ in the deep, set ‘em on fire
Bitch, I’m stayin’ with Adele, now she back online, yeah
We really turnin’ that tide, huh, really
We really livin’ that life, huh, really
It’s really givin’ mob ties, huh, really
It’s really givin’ that-

[Verse 2: The PUFF]
Ha, time to introduce myself
I be The PUFF, ha (Yeah)
Smoking zaza in the reef because I puff hard
Said, “Fuck Eugene, that boy a bitch, he couldn’t fuck hard”
I mean it literally, bitch, I’m finna blow up
So fuck these pussies, I’ma ride, this ain’t no drivin’ school
I shot his feet and had him dancing like my diamonds do
Talking double D’s, my chest on overload
Told him grab the keys, I’ma show him how I motorboat (Boat)
PUFF, bitch!

[Chorus: Dankton]
That boy gonna leak, that boy gonna die
Know that I’m him, ‘cause there’s only one I
Bitch, I’m rollin’ in the deep, set ‘em on fire
Bitch, I’m stayin’ with Adele, now she back online, yeah
(Woo! Ooh-ho!) We really turnin’ that tide, huh, really
We really livin’ that life, huh, really (Woo! Ooh-ho!)
It’s really givin’ mob ties, huh, really (Woo! Ooh-ho!)
It’s really givin’ that—

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A.L.A – Ghaba

[Intro]
Ghost
Mahdi machfer on the beat
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Denya tejri ki enna9el ,lezmek tesba9 l wa9t
Tjib flouss w mech leflous litjik ,wterba7 lwa9t
Bin ennes eli tna99el ,jib lfekra koun 3a9el
L3ib mech fik w mech nloum 3lik ,w9adem w twakel
3echt n7areb fel fa9r ,5demt chweya w 9la9t
3roufat ma tfalemch 3leya ,w menich ena 9i sma9t
Menich 9abel lena9d, 3andi faza w chla9t
5tart el fan w nekt btala ,w3echt 3la darna mtha9el
Masma3tech klem baba ,wmchit ftri9 lghalet
Ndedi lebsou kartaba ,wena f7wemhom n5alet
Fijibi bakou ellama ,wel 7akem wraya 5alet
7oumet el mafia el 3isaba ,temchich tefhemni bel ghalet

[Refrain]
7oumet el mafia el 3isaba (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
Z.H city bettaba3(temchich tefhemni bel ghalet
Kbert nhustle fi ghaba (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
Z.H city bettaba3(temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)

[Verse 2] :
Nadhem loumour ,7att floussi fi rassi
N7eb enadhem loumour ,Be9i n-touch-i fi cash-i
Nbet fi boîte-t ndour ,be9i n5ali fi trasse-i
N7areb fi ness tghour
Be9i nbouge-i nchouf oumouri w menich lehi bik
5ater ghaba nhar li ti7
Chkoun li bech ya3tik
Nfok e nord-afrique
Shout-out lel public <3
Nchala dima fan ynik
M3aya fard tree

[Bridge]
M7assen 7ata kan tla3 el fou9
Le ma yansech 7oumtou
Nafsou kima ta3rfouh
Amena fi kroumtou

[Refrain]
7oumet el mafia el 3isaba (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
Z.H city bettaba3 (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet
Kbert nhustle fi ghaba (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
Z.H city bettaba3 (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)

[Verse 3]
32 s7a7 ,chayef fihom la3jeyeb
Choft eli 9odemi ta7 ,weli mna3 weli keyeb
Habt s7i7 wjebt atra7 ,reb7i jebetou rkayeb
Barcha kethb w tal3ou s7a7 ,ken nsaya7 echayeb
3raft rjel w9a3dou s7ab ,3raft s7ab mehomch rjel
3raft nse mahomch 97ab ,3raft 97ab ki nemmel
3raft el 9ima mta3 el frank ,3raft el frank bla 9ima
3raft chkoun y7ebli l 5ir ,womi ted3ili dima

[Bridge]
Win t9asset sorrti win tmarket kourty, e city lin nmout
Denya lkol fi jorti rabi nfa5 fi sourti ,jit nwassel sout

[Refrain]
7oumet el mafia el 3isaba (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
Z.H city bettaba3 (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet
Kbert nhustle fi ghaba (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
Z.H city bettaba3 (temchich tefhemni bel ghalet)
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Trippie Redd – #SDWL ;) Lyrics

Trippie Redd – #SDWL 😉 ( Lyrics Letra) Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – #SDWL 😉 ( Lyrics Letra)

She don’t want love
She don’t want love
She don’t want love
She don’t want love
Double up my cup
Double up my cup
Double up my cup
Double up my cup
She don’t want love
She don’t want love
She don’t want love
She don’t want love
Double up my cup
Double up my cup
Double up my cup
Double up my cup

She don’t want love, she just wanna come
She just wanna fuck, bussin like a gun
Put a frown on her face everytime that I’m done
Put my dick in her mouth,she put her hair in a bun
Patek don’t tell time, solar flare from the sun
Put my mind out in space, put my faith in a gun
If I had a dollar, me and twin, both got honey buns
I’mma pop my collar in that Benz in Comme Des Garcons
You a player n***a mama mad you a son
You can’t dress with us n****s man your swag should be shun
My shooters working working working man your ass will be done
Shawty twerking twerking twerking on that dick just for fun

Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

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Carta Aberta (Letra) – MC Cabelinho

MC Cabelinho – Carta Aberta Letra MC Cabelinho – Carta Aberta Letra
Nem um pouco preocupado com a vida alheia (Vida alheia)
Pois só minha vida me interessa, só minha vida me interessa (Ooh-ooh)
E a meta é ficar focadão nos planos, sigo mantendo a mente no lugar
O tempo passa e as coisas vão mudando
E o que passou já não vai mais voltar
Eu vi vários dizer que sonha em ter minha vida
Será que tu aguentaria o meu lugar?
A fama é algo que várias pessoas querem
Mas nem imaginam o preço a se pagar
E não para por aí (Não para por aí), e só tende a piorar (Só piorar)
Isso nunca vai ter fim (Isso nunca vai ter fim ), isso nunca vai parar
Foi a vida que eu escolhi (Vida que eu escolhi)
Não adianta reclamar (Não reclamar)
Invejoso é assim, vão querer te ver caído
Mas eu duvido tu me derrubar (Duvido porra)
Ninguém vai me fazer chorar, ninguém vai-me diminuir (Ooh-ooh)
Seguir no fundo eu não queria ser sozinho, mas o destino preferiu assim
Só quero que tu fique bem, que outro te faça feliz
E agora o tempo vai curar as feridas
E a nossa história ‘tá guardada aqui
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-yeah-yeah)

Intro
Vocês entraram no caminho do cara errado (Do cara errado, oooh)
Não pensa que ‘tá esquecido, que tá abandonado
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim
Eu anotei o seu nome (Seu nome), eu sei o teu endereço (Endereço)
Sei que você ‘tá peidando?
, que ‘tá morrendo de medo
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Deixa esse tempo passar

Eu anotei o seu nome, eu sei o teu endereço
Sei que você ‘tá peidando?
, que ‘tá morrendo de medo
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Deixa esse tempo passar

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MC Cabelinho – Carta Aberta Letra

MC Cabelinho – Carta Aberta Letra MC Cabelinho – Carta Aberta Letra
Parte I

Verso

Nem um pouco preocupado com a vida alheia (Vida alheia)
Pois só minha vida me interessa, só minha vida me interessa (Ooh-ooh)
E a meta é ficar focadão nos planos, sigo mantendo a mente no lugar
O tempo passa e as coisas vão mudando
E o que passou já não vai mais voltar
Eu vi vários dizer que sonha em ter minha vida
Será que tu aguentaria o meu lugar?
A fama é algo que várias pessoas querem
Mas nem imaginam o preço a se pagar
E não para por aí (Não para por aí), e só tende a piorar (Só piorar)
Isso nunca vai ter fim (Isso nunca vai ter fim ), isso nunca vai parar
Foi a vida que eu escolhi (Vida que eu escolhi)
Não adianta reclamar (Não reclamar)
Invejoso é assim, vão querer te ver caído
Mas eu duvido tu me derrubar (Duvido porra)
Ninguém vai me fazer chorar, ninguém vai-me diminuir (Ooh-ooh)
Seguir no fundo eu não queria ser sozinho, mas o destino preferiu assim
Só quero que tu fique bem, que outro te faça feliz
E agora o tempo vai curar as feridas
E a nossa história ‘tá guardada aqui
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-yeah-yeah)

Vocês entraram no caminho do cara errado (Do cara errado, oooh)
Não pensa que ‘tá esquecido, que tá abandonado
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim
Eu anotei o seu nome (Seu nome), eu sei o teu endereço (Endereço)
Sei que você ‘tá peidando?
, que ‘tá morrendo de medo
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Deixa esse tempo passar

Outro

Eu anotei o seu nome, eu sei o teu endereço
Sei que você ‘tá peidando?
, que ‘tá morrendo de medo
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Eu vou me vingar de todos que riram de mim, de todos que riram de mim
Deixa esse tempo passar

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Myke Towers – EMRATA Letra

Myke Towers – EMRATA (Visualizer) Letras, Lyrics: Myke Towers – EMRATA Letra
Baby, no te vaya’
Baby, no te vaya’, no te vaya’, ven
Young Kingz, baby, jeje

Refrán
Baby, no te vaya’
Baby, no te vaya’, no te vaya’, ven

Verso 1
Se ve exótica
Flow Emily Ratajkowski
El exnovio está roncando de kilero y no es ni jockey
Ella es fría como Denver, pero yo le juego abajo como Jokić
Yo no quería que se enteraran, bebé, pero fuck it
Gasta de cien en cien cada ve’ que ella se va de shopping
Guess, Gucci, baby girl, tell me something

Coro
De diseñador los taco’ y las cartera’
Ella es selectiva, no está con cualquiera
Si hay operativo, ella no coopera
Me la vo’a llevar cuando vaya a Coachella
Yo le bajo el queso y no te hablo del cheddar
Nah, no te hablo de cheddar
Baby, ese cabrón está en el viaje del Chema
Dile que si juega con fuego se quema
De diseñador los taco’ y las cartera’
Ella es selectiva, no está con cualquiera
Si hay operativo, ella no coopera
Me la vo’a llevar cuando vaya a Coachella
Yo le bajo el queso y no te hablo del cheddar
Nah, no te hablo de cheddar
Baby, ese cabrón está en el viaje del Chema
Dile que si juega con fuego se quema

Yeah, baby, no te vaya’
Baby, no te vaya’, no te vaya’, ven
Ven
Young Kingz, baby, jaja
Baby, no te vaya’
Baby, no te vaya’, ven

Verso 2
Me tiene fumando escuchando a Ed Sheeran
O Ed Sheeran, los aditamento’ en la mochila
Pa’l frío yo me pongo el chinchila
Yo tengo claro que hay par de cabrone’ que por ti hacen fila
Así que si quiere’ vacila
Me estaban vinculando con una tal Yashira
Que estaba dizque en Sipa y comiéndome ciba
Me gusta que sea celosa, pero no compulsiva
Tú me gusta’, pero no abuse’
Pórtese y no se la busque
Voy capsuleando por la Rumbol
Comíendome toa’ las luce’ cuando con los video’ me seduce
Me la gané y te juro que yo no tuve que forzar
Quiere chingar, no está pa’ relacione’ amorosa’
Si anda en la Urus siempre la pone en modo corsa
Tú eres élite, baby, a ti hay sentarte court side
Es que ninguna se parece a ti
A toa’ las disco’ entra VIP
Disfruta como si fuera’ mi dueña, pero no diga’ que estuviste aquí
Estoy escribiendo sin mencionarla, cruzando los deo’ pa’ que vea el tuit
En el hotel me la comí en la suite
Yo no me imaginaba que era así
Ella no fuma regular, tiene melaza en la cartera Diesel
Y su corazón dentro del freezer
Soy el que le cumple toa’ las fantasía y los fetiche’
Pa’ hablar claro, soy su “booty call” como quien dice
Coro
De diseñador los taco’ y las cartera’
Ella es selectiva, no está con cualquiera
Si hay operativo, ella no coopera
Me la vo’a llevar cuando vaya a Coachella
Yo le bajo el queso y no te hablo del cheddar
Nah, no te hablo de cheddar
Baby, ese cabrón está en el viaje del Chema
Dile que si juega con fuego se quema
De diseñador los taco’ y las cartera’
Ella es selectiva, no está con cualquiera
Si hay operativo, ella no coopera
Me la vo’a llevar cuando vaya a Coachella
Yo le bajo el queso y no te hablo del cheddar
Nah, no te hablo de cheddar
Baby, ese cabrón está en el viaje del Chema
Dile que si juega con fuego se quema

Outro
La vida es una
La vida es una, yeah
La vida es una
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Myke Towers – AMOR Letra

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Letra
Debo confesar que no he para’o de soñarte
Quiero enseñarte lo que es ser buen amante
Fuiste tú quien llamaste
Ya le fallaste, ey

Pre-Coro
Dile que tú te porta’ mal porque a ti no te importa na’
Con otro va a encontrar lo que está buscando en él
Dile que tú te porta’ mal porque a ti no te importa na’
Con otro va a encontrar lo que está buscando en él

Coro
Amor, amor, amor
Yo se lo doy, hoy, uh-oh
Amor, amor, amor
Yo se lo doy, hoy yo se lo doy

Verso 2
Su cuerpo a mí me llamó
Si hay gente, no me conoce
Nadie sabe cuando junto’ estamo’
Sacia la sed del amor siempre que sale de noche, de noche

Dile que tú te porta’ mal porque a ti no te importa na’
Con otro va a encontrar lo que está buscando en él
Dile que tú te porta’ mal porque a ti no te importa na’
Con otro va a encontrar lo que está buscando en él

Coro
Amor, amor, amor
Yo se lo doy, hoy yo se lo doy, uh-oh
Amor, amor, amor
Yo se lo doy, hoy yo se lo doy

Outro
Amor, amor, amor
Amor, amor, amor
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