Murciélago crazy Songtext
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Murciélago crazy Songtext
Come over, I′m home
Trip to Chicago, baby
Murciélago crazy
Swerving the potholes, bleh
I love the models
Flip up the car door, baby
I'll let you drive it, crazy
Five tint for the safety
Locked in with you
St- Stopped in for you
Copping shit for us
(Pop shit for you, block the bitch for you, locked in with you)
(It ain′t really much to say)
It ain't really mu- say
It ain't really much to say- say
It ain′t really mu- say (seq)
It ain′t really much to say- say (seq, huh)
It ain't really mu- say
It ain′t really much to say- say
It ain't really mu
It ain′t really much to say (Oh yeah)
Yeah, what's up with you, baby
I′m a fool, you knowing that
You tried fuck me in the bathroom
Who the fuck done turned you bad?
I'm tryn' put you up inside my clothes, ′cause my first ho did me bad
Five star, Michelin the pasta, I swear, I′m addicted to that
Clue me in on your mind
You upset with your eyes closed
Why the fuck is you crying?
Cry to me, cry to me
I'll be up with you shawty
Crying, crying
Crying on my body, oh
Come over, I′m home
Trip to Chicago, baby
Murciélago crazy
Swerving the potholes, bleh
I love the models
Flip up the car door, baby
I'll let you drive it, maybe
Five tint for the safety
Come over, I′m home
Trip to Chicago, baby
Murciélago crazy
Swerving the potholes, bleh
I love the models
Flip up the car door, baby
I'll let you drive it, crazy
Five tint for the safety
Trip to Chicago, baby
Murciélago crazy
Swerving the potholes, bleh
I love the models
Flip up the car door, baby
I'll let you drive it, crazy
Five tint for the safety
Locked in with you
St- Stopped in for you
Copping shit for us
(Pop shit for you, block the bitch for you, locked in with you)
(It ain′t really much to say)
It ain't really mu- say
It ain't really much to say- say
It ain′t really mu- say (seq)
It ain′t really much to say- say (seq, huh)
It ain't really mu- say
It ain′t really much to say- say
It ain't really mu
It ain′t really much to say (Oh yeah)
Yeah, what's up with you, baby
I′m a fool, you knowing that
You tried fuck me in the bathroom
Who the fuck done turned you bad?
I'm tryn' put you up inside my clothes, ′cause my first ho did me bad
Five star, Michelin the pasta, I swear, I′m addicted to that
Clue me in on your mind
You upset with your eyes closed
Why the fuck is you crying?
Cry to me, cry to me
I'll be up with you shawty
Crying, crying
Crying on my body, oh
Come over, I′m home
Trip to Chicago, baby
Murciélago crazy
Swerving the potholes, bleh
I love the models
Flip up the car door, baby
I'll let you drive it, maybe
Five tint for the safety
Come over, I′m home
Trip to Chicago, baby
Murciélago crazy
Swerving the potholes, bleh
I love the models
Flip up the car door, baby
I'll let you drive it, crazy
Five tint for the safety
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