just wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna- I wanna I just wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna- I wanna I just wanna know
You keep telling me you want me Hold me close all through the night I know!! that deep inside you need me No one else can make it right Don't you try
, break'em, I break'em break'em, break'em I break'em, break'em, I break'em break'em, break'em, oh yeah Ok, yo all niggers know what's my piece to know
About I Seen Da Light [Rico Love:] Yo Uhh Diz Feel Real Good Right Here Mann Its A Good Look Shoulda Been Its Love Young Chris [Chris Brown:] Guch Wuddup [Rico Love
about I seen da light (Rico Love) Yo uhh diz feel real good right here mann its a good look shoulda been its love young CHRIS (CHRIS BROWN) Guch Wuddup (Rico Love
t run out of love (oh oh) i've been near and far all over the world wherever you are i know i'm gone find my love (oh oh) somewhere round the world i know
run out of love (oh oh) I've been near and far All over the world Wherever you are I know I'm gone find my love (oh oh) Somewhere round the world I know
Swattin em off, when I see this nigga's a flea Plottin of course for riches, millionaire wannabe Uh-huh [1] - [Mexican singers] Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico
(feat. Rico Love) [Intro: beats] (you can be my shone) [x12] Hey OK now mama, I know ya kind And I like em grown. Do this do that Never hold back I
My Eyes Off You I Didnt Even Know If You Could Tell That You Had Me In A Daze Sayin 'What The Hell' Here's My Name, Number Baby Just Hit My Cell Loving
band united we play united we stand i speak english like a new yor city taxi driver tell me where you wanna go then i take you higher i am lorenzo
my band united we play united we stand i speak english like a new yor city taxi driver tell me where you wanna go then i take you higher i am lorenzo
will forget {x3} } Que bueno que rico que lindo Paris Latino Que bueno que rico que lindo Paris Latino Bandolero rock Bandolero shock Bandolero rock Bandolero shock Que bueno que rico
drink, the more I think bad thoughts Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing
stuck Chorus [Nas] Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough? He wanna stick you What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin wit you What's love
come on man!) YOU'S THE BUSTA! Detroit don't love ya! You'll end up so-so muthafuckas you know? See a nigga in Puerto Rico He shake my hand talkin' about
wit ya' I just wanna get to know you better Mami you tight work And I know I could get you wetter I know you hear this a lot And I know you fed up I know
