100 lyrics for "La da da di da, la da da di da"
Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,
PlayAll day long Now come on woman, come follow me home Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries
PlayDuérmete mi amor sueña con mi voz Siempre a tu lado estaré Y tu guardián yo seré Toda la vida Te prometo que no vendrán Ni dragones ni fantasmas a molestar Y en la puerta de tus sueños yo voy a estar Hasta que tus ojos vuelvan a abrir
PlayMy bitch good looking I did the digital dash I give the junky a blast My dope in the bushes I fuck your bitch in the passenger I send that dope to your momma though Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid
PlayWhat did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the
PlayHope you'll be safe in the arms of another 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love Everyday I'm a slave to the heartache And you're wasting away every night But I've run out of love this time You know that I adore you Though I couldn't give enough
PlayI'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke
PlayAnd I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars arked under the stars A winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream And every stop that we made, oh, I thought
PlayMakes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off
PlayPraise our king Light fails at dawn The moon is gone And deadly the night reigns Finally I've found myself In these lands
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