I never let you go Just take my hand baby hold on so tight And just take my hand girl I got you tonight Besame lento que prisa no hay You're with me tonight Lala lalala lala la la la Mister Worldwide

Ainsi va la vie Tête à tête, talala Dans les rues de la ville, ville, ville Mhmh, que le temps passe vite mon fils Mhmh, tu sais le temps passe Tu sais que le temps passe Tu sais le temps passe Ainsi va et vis

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking When your feet just can't keep still I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights When Suzie wore her dresses tight And the

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Caspian's killer told me so Heard it now on the radio

Lá, Lalá Lalá! O amor é o calor Que aquece a alma O amor tem sabor Prá quem bebe a sua água Mas tudo que acontece na vida

It's funny how they act now It's funny how they change up quick It's funny 'cause they ain't on shit I'm laughin' like lalalalalala Nanananananananana Nananananana Just 'cause I don't say anythin' doesn't mean I don't see it Mmm, it's funny how they act

Nanala Naganalalo Lanalalaleno (4 fois) On a tondu les moutons, et filé la laine Et réparé la moto avec la clé allen On a rencontré des filles pas do tout vilaines Avec elles il why avait la Marie ranouen On a respiré do trichloréthylène Et le lendemain

Celui qui a un problème on le règle à 2 Qui à mis la charrue avant la beuh Ohlala, ohlala, j'suis dans mon bendo Ohlala, ohlala, appelez le P22 Jeune charo, savages (Appelez le P22!) Jeune charo, sava-savages (Appelez le P22!) Jeune charo, Jeune charo,

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game