- back2u Lyrics
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han
Baby I can’t stand to see you go
Yeah, I should’ve saw the signs, I should’ve known
But I think it’s better that you’re gone
But now I’m stuck here writing these love songs
Wishing I could see them better days again
I just want to know why it had to end
Now I’m stuck trying to make amends
For all the things I didn’t say - 1: han
- Tryna find a new one girl but it just will not work
- Thought I could replace you girl but I just end up hurt
- Wonder if you miss me too
- Do I keep on searching girl or do I just come back to you
- Girl I’m stuck up at a crossroad don’t know what to do
- You tore me to pieces girl, yeah you left me confused
- And she can’t even take your place
- All thе memories I wish I could erasе
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arid
Yeah and I don’t feel right anymore
Yeah I don’t feel right with this feeling
Yeah my heart is down on the floor
There’s no more time for healing
Yeah everything turns gray
Now it’s gone all to waste
Now I watch it all decay
Just wanna know how you made it slowly2: arid
I don’t wanna hear you say that you know me now
I want you laying closely
You’re the only other reason I figured out
Just tell me what I’m worth and I’ll forget about it
Just tell me what I’m worth and I’ll forget about it
CASEY TRIP LETRA – JAPAN ✓
CASEY TRIP Lyrics:
INTRO}
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You not my brother, you can’t eat off my plate
Gave her shit she never had
Like a bag and a Lamb
2 tickets to Japan
Flyin’ high off a Xan, yeah
(I got that money on me)
(I got that money on me)
(I got that money on me)
(I got that money on me)
HOOK
If you not gang, you can’t eat off my plate
I prolly quote this shit on Twitter when I’m up late
And I dress like I dress cause I’m on my own way
Since I was young I knew I would be running the wave
I done switched up my swag
I done switched up my swag
They be watching every move
Askin’ if its autotune
I don’t be smokin’ up in the booth
I’m my jeep that shit go VROOM!
VERSE
Gave her shit she never had
Like a bag and a Lamb
2 tickets to Japan
Flyin’ high off a Xan, yeah
I just be runnin’ after them racks
I’m comin’ in first, you comin’ in last
And I got way bigger plans
Got me some plans so to expand
Run up on me, you tryin’ your chance
I’m so high i be losin’ my stance
Bounce back, cause I gotta advance
Not in my shoes, the fuck is you sayin’
I really sacrificed everything
I really sacrificed everything (Yeah, yeah-uh-yeah)
HOOK
If you not gang, you can’t eat off my plate
I prolly quote this shit on Twitter when I’m up late
And I dress like I dress cause I’m on my own way
Since I was young I knew I would be running the wave
I done switched up my swag
I done switched up my swag
They be watching every move
Askin’ if its autotune
I don’t be smokin’ up in the booth
I’m my jeep that shit go VROOM!
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Bouncy Boys Bands, OberBYG – Pk me textea? Lyrics
Bouncy Boys Bands, OberBYG
Esto es de verdad, baby no puedo negarlo
Fumo echa’o pa’ atras porque no hay que preocuparnos
Los culos me quieren y se pegan sin pagarlos
To’s diciendo siete con las manos en alto
Entero vola’o no me reconoce el Face ID
Vamo’ a hacer historia, entro a las doce
Uh, ya crecí
Llama a tu amiga, ella me conoce
Se llama Yamil
Cuchilla con punta como puercoespin
Me’o cortesongo, cualquier swing
Mueve los cachetes
Por los siete
Un nueve nunca ocupó un flete
Pa’ que respete
En el calentón
Es el siete después del tre’
Es siete después del tre’
Este vino me tiene al revés
Este wine me tiene al revés
Me puse la’ AF1
Por qué?
Si tú tiene novio pa’ que me textea?
No sea’ astuta
No así no e’
Te pego en el culo haciendo corchea
La ciudad e’ mia
El mio es tuyo
Todos dicen siete
Las manos arriba
Tú estás vení’a mami, déjate ese orgullo
Con mi combete
Los palos arriba
Y por los siete
Mueve el ojete
Te gusta la combi, la correa y el juguete
Pa’ arriba cohete
Con mi combete
Son puros siete, puta mueve los cachetes
Si es que donde me ven todas me quieren dar amor
Pero te mereces algo mejor
Hagamos dinero, hagamos el amor
Hagamos dinero encima el dinero e’ mejor
Esto es de verdad, baby no puedo negarlo
Fumo echa’o pa’ atras porque no hay que preocuparnos
Los culos me quieren y se pegan sin comprarlos
To’s diciendo siete con las manos en alto
Ryezy – Fake Friends Lyrics
Fake Friends Lyrics:
Ryezy
I just got the choppa we was aiming at his back I can’t mess with yo homie cuz yo homie is a rat y2k I keep it on me cuz you know I keep the slat you can’t run up on my gang you know you dead you can’t get back. Yeah you can’t get back cuz I was doing the dash run up on my gang you know who I am I rather be unknown than be who I am (yeah yeah yeah Gun shot sound effect) I just got the choppa we was aiming at his back I can’t mess with yo homie cuz yo homie is a rat y2k I keep it on me cuz you know I keep the slat you can’t run up on my gang you know you dead you can’t get back