I want so much, I'm waiting so much for your wet kiss I want so much, I'm waiting so much for your wet kiss So much, yeah, yeah! Tattooed on my heart
um beijo molhado Eu sei que vou trazer Voce pra mim Quero tanto, espero tanto seu beijo molhado Quero tanto, espero tanto seu beijo molhado Pensamentos
Traducción: Vermelho. Beijo Molhado.
La Revolucion W, ya, Yandel Luny Tunes Hey shorty, como te va? Hace tiempo que no se nada de ti (No vas a creer si te digo que, aja) En realidad aun
Well, I think you're obnoxious And I think that you stink I think you're a moron A slob, and a fink You're one of the biggest turkeys I know And that
Yo,Yo Bleek man, what the fuck, Nigga Fuck them hoes, man Fuck them bitches, what I like? Uh, uh,uh, uh what, what? I bet y'all think this some love song
Yo, who the fuck is this? It's like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, bitch You get the phone Get the phone You get the phone Get the God-damn phone Alright, damn
I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted Up and comin' nigga might need to get with One cat from BK, put him on your hit list Sauce Money,
MC rhymin? Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh MC, MC, ARYC Uhh, uh MC rhymin?, chart climbin? with the baguettes, Roley shinin? We smokin? the best trees, I bet some
Y'all motherfuckers want me to stop? Oh, I'll stop, motherfucker but you gotta do something for me, say Unkle (Say Unkle) Better hurry up (Hurry up) You
It don't get no better than this Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh BK muthafucka It's a shame but a lot been change since we came up I used to run with them, now
2000, and it goes like (Uh, huh, yeah, yeah) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw
I like good sauce in the gravy bowl, Must be sauce about ninety days old! Good sauce, good sauce from the gravy bowl! Drink good sauce from morn til
I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes I'm never satisfied I want the frim fram sauce With oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side I don'
Wet ground and the snow is still not falling Circumstances are alarming, darling The future is just a word, that's how I recall it The past is much more
Flights of black horseman Soar o'er the churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds The polished wings don't care
Me encerre en el cuarto y puse el seguro Un poco de musica suave(suave) Luego apage la luz preferi que tuve oscuro Me desnude y me acoste para llamarla
Wet days in September Raindrops fallin' tender As I stare outside my window And I see the clouds are passin' by. I am feelin' lonely - Uh I love you