Move on, your time has come, Wipe your tears with no regrets, Go ahead, no looking back. The last years were not all right, But now you get your shit
: Move on, your time has come, Wipe your tears with no regrets, Go ahead, no looking back. The last years were not all right, But now you get your shit
that (Musique) In the club party rock look up on your girl She on my jock non stop When we in the spot Booty move away like she on the block
Love me, love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Take it, take it Baby, baby Take it, take it Love me, love me Love me
me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me run out the room and I?ll follow
, te amo, shes scared to breathe I hold her hand, i got no choice uhh Pull me out on the beach, danced in the water, i start to leave Shes begging me
't care (won't care) All he'll do is keep me at home, won't let me go no-where He thinks because I'm at home I won't be gettin it on And now I'm finding
to let you go cuz' this love is... Haunted Haunted [Verse 2:] You say that shes gone That you've moved on so why do I feel her hassle me Invisible chains
doubt Gyal u shoulda know SP and a scout(?) Naughty sweat so shout(?) Make ya bawl out (shout) Make ya holla me gah give affection in your direction We go all out
don't you let me, let me Boy let me, let me Let me do those things for you Boy let me, let me Why don't you let me, let me Boy let me, let me Let me
Man and Rihanna, come on!!! [Verse 2: Rihanna] It goes one by one even two by two Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do Let's go dip it
shoulda know SP and a scout Naughty sweat so shout Make ya bawl out (shout) Make ya holla me gah give affection in your direction We go all out
Keep it hot for me Make my body move It's all up to you What's it gonna be Play my joint again Play my jam and Send this one out to me Bring it back again
[Rihanna:] We had it again, everybody knows, Hands in the air, stick up, stick up, The funny business you get let up, let up! You test fire, you gonna
it wet I'm guaranteed to call again I'm hard on her, red or the black card on her Lit up my cigars sit back and let it throb on her She love to shop