Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes you're going lose it all Sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby Well it's a strange

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying? What good is there denying you're all that I desire? Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be Don't pity me, don't pity me Give me your lips,

Louis the 13th Never has it been so brightExplain Gotta tail bitches, get outta my sight Bitch, you blocking my light I'm in Vegas front seat at the fight I'm a alcoholic so you know I'm getting it right Hennessy black when I'm thirsty I like my liquor

Oh Marie (oh Marie) Famme addurmì Tell me you love me (tell me you love me) Hey Marie, hey Marie Quantu sonnu Aggio perso per te Una notte, una notte abbracciato In your arms I'm longing to be (longing to be) Uh baby (baby)

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you Kiss me once...and kiss me twice Haven't felt like this, my dear Since i can't remember when Or just how empty they all seemed without you So

Memories of you Waking skies at sunrise Every sunset too Seems to be bringing me Here and there, everywhere Scenes that we once knew And they all just recall (Oh) how I wish I could forget those (Those) happy yesteryears

Oh, mamma zooma zooma baccala' The waitress at the pizzeria I eat antipasta twice Just because she is so nice Ti voglio bene Mamma mia pensaci tu Se ci piglia 'a fantasia Oh, mamma, bilibibop, zooma zooma baccala'

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my (bitch better have my) Pay me what you owe me Like bra, bra, bra Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot Kamikaze, if you think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, your wife in