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Tradução: Joya. Fría Canción.
't even order you Money's all I talk got a pocket full of hundreds That I make honey dew Anything I wanna, take it by the head Stone cold stunner, uh,
the shoulders of giants, leaves me cold, leaves me cold A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
on jewels and souvenirs [SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep
They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, knots and jewels
coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Cesar Picadas At high school got head by the lockers Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers Rocked jewels
eat lots of meat I'm starving I can't eat, I'm hot I got cold feet, hope you sleep better than me ?Are you there? I can't sleep, my new song is amazing
Pop bubbly, i'mma make y'all love me, uh Repeat 1 Yo, yo Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song Ya'll feel it yet? killed the whole song Haters game
God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
a 25 to L on your back, the shit is too cold And for the kids that didn't get they school clothes For the Gods that lost they earth The world's a song
go back and run Go to school and cool, not drool or pool Gotta soul and goal and cold and old jewel Upset the best, I met, met a jest Just lest the pest
girl smooth, got a body like a spur do And I wanna cruise, hit gears to make this whole move I'm so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels Make my own rules
Help 'em really confront on who they fucking wit' Feel a nigga? I'm made for this, remain flawless I'm like the same song never change chorus It's real
-cloistered, cluttered mind Callsout for me but I'm behind You cannot see into your room Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom But I am cold and cannot
was so blue and the air was so cold Sounds of home on a microphone As the last kept rhythm of chicken bone People wept and swallowed their jewels Enter
yellow bow I would bring you summer rain and rainbow skies To make your garden grow And in the winter snow my songs Would keep you from the cold But
