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I hate your guts on Sunday no other day of the week I hate your guts on Sunday but Monday morning you look so sweetI hate your guts on Sunday and I'm

Anoche sone contigo anoche sone feliz sonaba que me besabas y ay que feliz me senti... La noche se me iso corta y el sol pronto aparesio y de aquel beso

Anoche sone contigo Y no estaba durmiendo Todo lo contrario Estaba bien despierto Sone que no hacia falta Hacer ningun esfuerzo Para que te entregaras

Tell me something that I don't already know I don't want to spend my time trying to find a way to get it through to you When you just take everything

Traduction: Sébastien, Joan. La nuit dernière j'ai rêvé de toi.

: Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus 1: Yung Joc] I'm in the club Kush got it burning up I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture

: I got pictures of naked ladies Lying on their beds I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion Starts a-Swelling inside my head I'm making artificial lovers

(feat. T-Pain) [Chorus:] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans) Boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo

Les gens te parlent de choses compliquees De villes tristes ou y'a rien a gagner De fins de mois qui commencent en janvier Dors avec ton bebe Ne les