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Michael
作詞:Terius Nash 作曲:Terius Nash
Why, why, what about that why What about that why Stand right Michael, don't be Why, why, what about that why What about that fight Like Michael
Fuck that other nigga, he say he love you I just wanna fuck you, over the weekend I wanna hold that, I wanna hold that He wanna control that I just wanna consoult that Over the weekend Oh and sure I could tell you how beautiful you are Look at that face That pretty little face When sure I could tell you how wonderful you are Look at that face, that innocent face But you, but your booty is big Your waist is small, And your heels got you walking Like you're 6 feet tall Tonight I won't settle for half Cause tomorrow he can have it all
Fuck a love song, I need to fuck you All day, all night This ain't a love song, I need to fuck you Don't waste, the time She got me singing like
Why, why, what about that why What about that why Sing right Michael, don't be Why, why, what about that why What about that fight She got me singing like Michael She says it sound like Michael 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
He wanna kiss on it, I wanna lick on it Maybe put my dick on it, Over the weekend, He want it missionary, I want it from the back We can roll one and smoke one Over the weekend
Oh and sure I could tell you how beautiful you are Look at that face That pretty little face When sure I could tell you how wonderful you are I'm sure you hear that shit, every day
Oh, your booty is big Your waist is small, And your heels got you walking Like you're 6 feet tall Tonight I won't settle for half Cause tomorrow he can have it all
Fuck a love song, I need to fuck you All day, all night This ain't a love song, I need to fuck you Don't waste, the time She got me singing like
Why, why, what about that why What about that why Sing right Michael, don't be Why, why, what about that why What about that fight She got me singing like Michael She says it sound like Michael Oh billy jean, put it on me Working that body, working that body, right Alright, oh, dirty Diana, hop up in this phantom, Make me your guy tonight, baby alright She got me singing like.
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