Y llore (y llore) Queda tu voz en mi mente Trato de borrar el ayer Y mucho dure (dure) Mi almohada es testigo De tu traición Lloro solo en mi habitacion

Ring-a-ding, ding Let me know if it's a ting Fucking all your Pickering tings She said she wanna come to Toronto She wanna come to the 6 side She know that's the best side She know who to check when she come around She know who to check whenever she

En cualquier momento Yo valoro a la mujer por nacer de una mujer Y aún te amo en mi peor momento Nadie puede comprender mi religión por tu querer Eres mi Diosa y yo hasta por ti muero En cualquier momento, momento, momento Soy capaz de lo incapaz Por ti

I want to give you my milk....

When I taste Tequila Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle Swearing on a bible, baby, I'd never leave ya I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila Cutting up the floor in a sorority t-shirt The same one you wore when we were

De ti-i-i-i-i Dime que estás sola y que nadie te ve como yo Dime que no pasan las horas si estamos los dos Y te juro que si conmigo te vas Siempre con un beso vas a despertar Y si te enamoras te juro que me enamoro Yo sé que no necesitas que te hablen de

My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray! No she never called, I had something to say! I don't know much and I don't know how Why would she put me through such torture, I would have given my life for her, She was the one that knocked me over,

Jesus loves me But not my wife Not my nigger friends Or their nigger lives But Jesus loves me That's for sure 'Cause the bible tells me so Read your bible good and well Don't forget about that

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'