Corrlinks and JPay Ear Dummers Sniper gang Mike WiLL Made-It I'm like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin' No homie, this ain't lean, I'm drinkin' lemonade I ain't talkin' Blige but I'm blowin' Mary J. You would think I'm blind 'cause I be

Otra noche en Miami Otra noche sin ti Otra noche en Miami (Yeh) Diez en punto de la noche y salgo como de costumbre Prendas en diamantes que cieguen cuando me alumbre Me diferencio de la muchedumbre A mi estilo puede que no te acostumbre' No sé si irme

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum É teile e zaga, é teile e zaga, é teile e zaga É teile em todas loirinhas, nas japinhas em todas as mulatas Os cretinos de novo, vem Fim de semana chegou, em casa ela não fica Pega seu celular e chama todas suas amigas De

Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know Deaf, dumb and blind boy He's in a quiet vibration land Strange as it seems, his musical dreams Ain't quite so bad Ten years old

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a

That's just the way of the world They gonna keep on twiddlin' them thumbs Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum) And so, they keep on twiddlin' them thumbs 'Cause that's just the way of the world It never ends till the end, then

Komm her, bleib hier Wir sind gut zu dir Wir sind Brüder dir Weiter, weiter ins Verderben Wir müssen leben bis wir sterben Ein dumpfes Grollen treibt die Nacht Aus den Wolken tropft ein Chor Kriecht sich in das kleine Ohr (Aus den Wolken tropft ein Chor)

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio