My girl's retro. My girl's retro. My girl's retro. . My girl's retro. My girl's retro. My girl's retro. . Scooby-Doo lunch pail in her hands. Just like the six million dollar man.
You yell my name,. But will I be coming?. Should I be running?. Should I believe in you?. . You yell my name,. But will I be coming?. Should I be running?.
You yell my name. But will I be coming?. Should I be running?. Should I believe in you?. . You yell my name. But will I be coming?. Should I be running?.
Na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na. . His name is written above my heart. Like he fell from the stars. And when he says hello I can't deny. That I want him to be mine.
Take five and go. Fine we'll start slow. Got people walking round the place. Shooting shit as it gains. Wait for feels on reel to catch up. . After she's goes you know there's a place so mellow.
[Tinie Tempah - Hook]. Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday. January, February, March, April, May Day!. Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday. January, February, March, April, May Day!.
That's right. . Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty. You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty. It's all you what you see, I know what. Ain't no playin' in these streets.
[Hook:]. Make Make Make Make Make Make Make. Make that money imma take that money. Make that money imma take that money. Make that money imma take that money.
Madd @ Me". . [Chorus]. They mad at me. Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me). Good got Jordan.
[Chorus:]. They mad at me. Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me). Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me). Pass by don't speak to the haters (they mad at me).
French Montana N Chinx Drugz: Make Money. COKE BOYS 3. . Chorus: (INTRO). But you no we aint clean, we aint changin our style for nobody, We gon stay the same old thang,.
Check, Maniac. Chipmunk, check it. . See I can't take these man dem. Start promoting beef but getting no piece man dem. Ain't even got a mix CD. But got the cheek to send for me man dem.
(this some real shit). Uhh, Drift off, to a place you wanna be. . I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion. Not the one in Cleveland,. the one in the Hamptons.
Near my place, through the forest and the wood chopped. You can see everything from a fenced-off hill top. From rolling hills through soaking gills. From the gravel path to the chimney's wrath.
Holding the key to my darkened past. She's spinning with voices lost in past. The memory too disturbed. She's a story that'll never end. . You're a two studded chain, a tear in my soul.
Looking inside, your future uncertain. The fear grows as a sickness uncured. The silence ggonizes, the word sound strong. Look inside he eyes, leave this world.
Aaa aoh. . I can't waste away. I'm slowly losin' my way forever. I better raise your slave for me anymore. Daylight's sin inside. Days growing closer, wait for pain.