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When you say 'baby' well I feel damn good because I want you to hit the core so speak it up because nobody spells it like you When you say 'baby' well
You're back back back Underrated you're back back back I know you hate it you're back back back We're here and the time is now you're back back back
Hey, you all, are you waiting a kiss blessed by the new year? Let me tell you all this song's about this When new year's eve calls it's all about love
showed when you made your first steps in Mexico City you were obviously coming from Italy' That's not the point, not showing pictures to your friends when you'll be back
I'll go out, I'll walk and walk again until I reach the park where I know I'll find you there's nothing I can do bloom, bloom, bloom bloom, bloom, bloom
Out in the cold, like ghosts on the road, the shapes of our culture with no days to come, bound to bricks Students from Rome, Naples, the south and
I put on a sound some old-school r'n'b a no-wave out of date long-playing it's better to have a soundtrack for this things and now it is and now it's
The day I was born yet not one could tell I'd be one of them I'd grow in that mould It acts on my neck The posture I've got Affecting the nervous System
Midnight at the party everybody's liking, tricking the flirting adorable one someone's tanned and someone's not, someone gets stoned and someone's trying
Well, I cut my hair I threw down my shield and the little change someway made something clear No, I'm not so special compared to you, if I just stand
Hands up, hands up All the boys in the red house They're all having good clean fun Join the boys in the red house, red house. The boy with the animal
.G.'s album continued: OK after these messages we'll be back with the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this *applause* OK just sit back
it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'f**ker to bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand
Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH
High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers The ill niggas, Comanche style Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath, if you trip on the click A hot thump to your chest and your back
dirty got goons in the double R It?s the black flag We a coomal square? Nigga with the cash Come to Hustle Hard Million Dollar Dreams Money on my mind Thousand
' us Coward ass nigga, yellow stripe, you a yellowback AK hit your dog, and you can't bring old Yeller back Yep, Gucci bang up eighty thousand dats a