100 lyrics for "Go go go go go go go go"
Def jam yeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how
PlayGotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad
PlayWe are citizens of all you can see, We’ve got nothing but time You find everything you didn’t do Standing right in front of you Voy a romper la ventana que nos separa Colarme bailando en tu casa. Ojos azules marrones o verdes Vidas en bares de cielos
PlayAny man of mine better walk the line Better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time I need a man who knows, how the story goes He's gotta be a heartbeatin' fire breathin' Breathtakin' earthquakin' kind Any man of mine This is what a woman wants
PlayI don't know your name but excuse me miss I saw you from across the room I saved the last dance for you How I love to keep you here with me oh baby And I got to admit that you got my attention You're making me want to say yo I know you're trying to leave
PlayHollywood we never goin' down Can't stop, won't stop And all the kids in the hood Come on wave and shake your hands And when you're drunk shake that ass Like you know how to dance Let's dance in the Hood Shake that ass Hollywood Start getting loud I
PlayIs dit net ek, of is als tos? Is dit net ek? Is-is dit net ek? Jis jis, ek soek n fancy goose Maar my sak's plat soos barbie se plastic poes Wat die fok? Fok die poes in die Corsa langs ons Yo Ninja kook n tekkie Laat ons gly Drive! Drive fast!
PlayI’m touchin’ you tonight, I’m lovin’ you tonight (Wait nope) Touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’, can’t make up my mind Oh, I’m sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no no no You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone Now she asking
PlayI don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show
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