100 lyrics for "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom"
I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take
PlayShe always held me down I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things, don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose
PlayPlakito plakito Metiéndole al boom boom Un bailoteo salvaje Metiéndole coraje no te rajes Dándole al boom boom Metiéndole al plakito plakito Rompiendo el boom boom
PlayI know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing And they pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck yeah Pull up and wreck yeah, pull up and wreck Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing Like,
PlayAnd baby, when you wanna start growin' up Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah We can boom, boom, boom, baby, fall in love I need a man A man who can act like a man So hear me now, I don't get paid to babysit no one I'm out here lookin' for the one to love
PlayOoh, ooh, ooh Yeah (Secure enemy!) Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight) Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight) Talking to my daddy half the time Streets crazy, they don't salvage time (this is execution time) Look at the
PlayWake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo I don't want to miss it when you hit that high 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Take me dancing tonight You put the boom boom into my heart (hoo, hoo) You send my soul sky high when
PlayMetro Boomin said he got me, yeah All these rappers try to copy, yeah Stick to ice, don't play no hockey, yeah My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah I used to want
PlayWhen I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have
PlayI used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,
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