I like it, like it, come on, come on, come on S, S, S and M, M, M 'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it But chains and whips excite me Sticks and stones may break my bones I like it, like it

Oh, my my, that's just the way we do it Cut off Levi's and kickin' country music Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time Hangin' out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Girl I wanna party with you I've got the girls in the truck 'bout six chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy I've heard you play before but tonight we goin' harder So DJ play my song and keep it going louder Keep it going louder

Si me das tu amor Puedo ayunar en el desierto Voy a comerme el mundo entero Puedo dormir en una cueva Solo quiero en el almuerzo (Oh-oh) Que el menú sea de tus beso' (Beso') Y me des en la comida (Doble U) Tus beso' con mantequilla O te invite a bailar

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy,

Tudo pra te impressionar Já comprei até buquê de flores Rosas lindas de todas as cores Especialmente dedicadas à você Se quiser o azul do céu, te dou Só pra colorir o seu jardim A flor mais linda Deus abençoou E o seu perfume é o que me faz feliz Eu tava

I figured out what you're all about So I hope I won't be there in the end If you come around And I don't think I like what I see All brawn and no brains And all those nice things And you finally got what you want Someone to look good with And light your

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

80-ze-on, on aime trop la violence Quoi? Qui m'en veut? Lequel de mes raclos sera là si je tombe? Ma femme c'est ma princesse, ma Naomi Campbell Y'a pas d'égalité, on frappe à la pelle Ah oui oui, ah oui oui Ouais ma gueule La mixtape est lourde, l'album