Como siempre te he da'o Lo hacemo' callao', callao' (Callao', callao') Tu cuerpo me tiene envicia'o Y lo hacemo' callao', callao' Lo hacemo' callao', callao' El cuerpo lo sabe y para hacer maldades ella está preparada (Uoh-oh-oh-oh) Se va conmigo y no

Who says you can't have it all I've got everything a broken heart needs Oh, I'm doin' fine don't you worry 'bout me 'Cause I'm Lord and Master Of a fool's Taj Mahal A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head There's one lonely pillow on my double bed

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) You cannot deny it, oh oh no, no-no, no-no Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit Nigga every law and every rule I break Feds tryna watch the

Hasta el fin del mundo te buscaré Pase lo que pase, te esperaré Porque aquí en mi cuarto extraño tu piel Nadie como tú me hace enloquecer Aunque de tu mundo yo no seré Pero sé cuidar a una mujer Aunque parezca que no valgo na na Pero yo te amo hasta el final

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

You're in a laundry room The clues that came to you, oh oh He'll keep you in a jar He'll give you breathing holes You will make him happy And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass Then you'll think you're happy Then you'll think you're happy

Light my body up You got something that I believe I've been waiting for all my We're blazing high, smoke fill the night I'm gasoline, you're fire Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me Yo, I just started my

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

Tutti frutti, oh oh rootie Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom! Tutti frutti, oh oh rootie, ooh I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do Boy you don't know what she do to me Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! She rock to the East, she rock to the West She is

Yeah yeah yeah oh oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in