Menina mentirosa veio correndo de dentro do mato disse que viu dente em pato e uma tal cobra que avoa Caralho de asa e o que tu viu menina E uma cobra
Traduction: Raimundos. MM.
And i'd open up like a child to believe it There is no more said There is no more real Got sun on my back And I remember you No There is no more said There's
Ooh Mmm mm mm Mm yeah Uh, mm, yeah I just touched down Quarter after two I know it's late I'm calling you Tryin' to figure if I Can come see you (Can
[Missy] Uhh, yo Uhh... uhh Uhh, yo yo John Blaze, John Blaze Uhh, uh-huh Uhh, UHH, mm-hmm, mm-hmm Yo John Blaze, ehehehe Verse 1: [Aaliyah] & (Missy)
water, baby Till the well runs dry And you'll never miss me, baby Till I say good-bye Mm hm, you'd better heed my warning The straw that broke the camel's
's still called the blues Baby needs new shoes Mama needs a new dress Daddy's out scufflin' Tryin' to do his best Anyway you look at it It's still called
it's very small Out of all of these women I can't find no true love at all All I want Is just a little love All I've ever wanted, mm Is just a little
Yes, I do Oh every time my woman leaves me Have to suffer The whole time she's gone I got to say it again When she leaves me I suffer every time she's
come and caught him And throw him in the jail for a crime I got the blues Mm, I'm singing my blues I've been around a long time Mm, I've really paid
Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God's will, Two
she's out runnin' 'round She wasn't just another woman And I couldn't keep from comin' on It's been so long Oh, and it's a hollow feelin' when It
'm try'n' to change this water to wine Never mind your name, just give us your number, mm Never mind your face, just show us your card, mm And we
Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're
thing in common, they were good in bed She'd say, 'Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red." Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind, mm
me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek) Out where the desert meets the sky Is where I go when I wanna hide Oh, peyote (oh,peyote,mm
sure the heats felt See me reach hear the clip, don't think it's a seatbelt Think of 9mm think of .45's I get away with a bitch, I must let shorty drive
