Lyrics

Diz para ela
Graças a ela
O sol nunca se apagou
Para a menina
Que não rimava a dor
Can't slow down, runnin 'round, bust a **** head up, bring it on (diz para ela, graças a ela)
Can't slow down, runnin'round, bust a **** head uh bust a **** head up now (o sol nunca se apagou)
Runnin' round, can't slow down (para menina)
Runnin' round, can't slow down (que não rimava a dor)
Runnin' round, can't slow down
Runnin' round-
Body on the flo', I don't think you live no mo'
Peace in mind, keep in line I'm the one about to shine
Fredd, now you dead, Freddie is so fuckin' mad
It ain't bad, plant the seed
I'm the one who the devil kee-
Who the fuck is this tryna take up on my shit?
No, no, no way I'm about to end your day
Dumb shit, every single day
I don't wanna play, if you try to get away
Silly motha' fucka', tryna' to test me, boy
Don't think about it, I'ma hit you with the stick
Dead in your eyes, hypnotized with all these lies
Who the fuck is Freddie flyin' up in the sky?
I don't really care, bitch, I don't give a fuck
I'm the only person in the club gettin' buck
Ridin' 'round clean, with the beam how it seems
I'ma kill you bitch, you know what I mean
Diz para ela
Graças a ela
O sol nunca se apagou
Para a menina
Que não rimava a dor
Diz para ela (what the fuck you mean, bitch?)
Graças a ela (I got the beam bitch)
O sol nunca se apagou (You want the shit list, you better go bitch)
Para a menina (Freddie hangin' on these motherfuckin' pussy bitches)
Que não rimava a dor (If you run your mouth you better run you fuckin' witches)
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Can't slow down, runnin' 'round
Written by: Ryan Mitchel Chassels
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