Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

We never met, but she’s all I see at night Never met, but she’s always on my mind Wanna give her the world and so much more Who is my heart waiting for? verse If every day I think about

Upside down house to a broken home Sister′s waving arms not even grown There’s a rag in a bucket and your father couldn′t pay his loans Or something Your uncle ran ten streets just to snatch his phone Or something

intro (‘Til I’m in the grave) verse I want you to stay ‘Til I’m in the grave ‘Til I rot away, dead and buried ‘Til I’m in the casket you carry verse If you go, I’m going too, uh ‘Cause

You got a lotta nerve, don’t you, baby? I only hit the curb ‘cause you made me You’re tellin’ all your friends that I’m crazy Like I’m the only one verse Why’d you throw them stones if you Had a

intro Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, hoe) verse Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, «Breathe, bro» Nail a nigga to the

Now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know That’s that me espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you

verse You got a lotta nerve, don’t you, baby? I only hit the curb ‘cause you made me You’re tellin’ all your friends that I’m crazy Like I’m the only one verse Why’d you throw them stones if you Had

intro Do it, baby, do what I should think Do it-do it, baby, do what I could think Do it-do it, baby, do what I should think Do it-do it, baby, do what I could think intro Do it-do it-do

¿Por qué piensas en él?, si tengo lo que buscas Pero tú no me ves, raro me resulta ¿Acaso hay alguien más?, no quieres aceptar Que no soy ese del que tú gustas VERSE Y cuando te alejaste me llené

I like parties I like mansions I like cameras I like fashion VERSE I like six packs I like beaches I like Sushi I like Britney PRE-CHORUS I like groupies (groupies, groupies, groupies) I like money (money, money, money) I

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa mí VERSE ¡Bella! Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila VERSE Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin

Me queda 1% Y lo usaré solo para decirte lo mucho que lo siento Que, si me ven con otra en una disco, solo es perdiendo el tiempo Baby, ¿pa qué te miento? Eso de que me vieron feliz, no,

(Who got a match?) VERSE Ooh, watch out You might get what you’re after Cool, babies Strange, but not a stranger I’m an ordinary guy Burning down the house VERSE Hold tight Wait ‘til the party’s over Hold tight We’re

No hay necesidad de ver con una lupa Para ver mis defectos Que de a montañas se agrupan No me los tengas en cuenta Que comparado con lo que siento por ti Son una cosa diminuta VERSE Toda mi casa