How can you think I'm holding on Losing my grip now it's time to fall I never knew you could be wrong Looking straight up when I knew it all Now, how
taught To look again I never meant to hurt you Said the husband to the wife I only see that I am destined To relive my father's life Look again Look again Look
provokin hips And never gotta tell her many lies I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence
7 station. [09:35.00]Pump up the sound, pump up the bass, [09:36.80]in your face, as we move the whole place. [09:39.00]Pump up the sound, pump
305's up" "It's about to get ugly!" "Que Vuelta" Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies
305's up" "It's about to get ugly!" "Que Vuelta" Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas
