Don't want to go up and down, don't want to go up and down Don't want to go up and down, don't want to go up and down Oh, come on, you don't have to
Traduction: La Voiture. Up And Down.
up) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (That Rihanna range just wont let up) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (That Rihanna range just wont let up) So hard, So hard, So hard, So hard All up
I'm coming She got an ass that'll swallow up her G-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beasting, off the re-sling And my nigga just made it
My Um-Ba-Rella And Where Im From What Fall's Down We Pick It Up Umbrella On The Floor Boy Ima Pick It Up Quicker Then The Stick Is Up Press Button Shoulder
sit around like broke down cars in the lot Waiting for real pairs There you go There it goes Well I wish that I was as good as you Carrying your trust and And
Coming down the aisle while the horns play "Taps" They tied her up and laid her on the train tracks Somehow I always knew when everything was unsaid Go and
and broken glass Broken down from the bikes and bars Suspended like spirits over speeding cars You and me were kings over the parkway tonight And
Coming down the alley while the horns play "Taps" They tied her up and laid her on the train tracks Somehow I always knew when everything was unsaid Go and
oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls) But now I sing (now I sing) oh whoa Because I'm sitting on top of the world (the whole world) And
slang and shit talk Gold diggin' hoes don't get no doe They just get on all fours and get big balls At night, watch out, the cars get jacked up And my
and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and
for the coffin and weight Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't fuck wit niggas
know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations. Take it to court and go through litagations And
top down and we could cruise like Tom and Penelope my charm is a felony [Chorus] [Jagged Edge] Girl, I?d trade it all, money, cars and everything All
show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
burnin like candles Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea [Chorus] [Verse 3] I look at these brothers and
watch people, mainly the leechs and the hoes, im the long end beefin with my foes, and the chicks freakin after shows sippin peach and different flows
