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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Joseph ODonohue
Matthew Joseph ODonohue
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Lyrics

10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way La casa humeante es la casa ardiente y no quiero estar por dentro de esa mierda que vivía Que la plata sea mía Guardaré la empatía Esta noche no hay vivos Esta cosa presentía Que no meta fiscalía Que no meta fiscalía Arriba arriba Yo sigo todo el día Me meto en cosas que son mentiras, pensarías Siempre vivo la vida que se ve en fantasías Si no estás al tanto, pregúntale al policía Disparo Alcanzo Repito Me duermo Hice nudos con las manos Una pala por la cama Y la mugre la sabana La cinta es la comida No me digas que soy malo Solo hago lo que debo No te tomes tan a pecho No aguanto ese juego 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way 10k 10k on my wrist ay 10k 10k on my wrist ay Si tú quiere, tócalo, te muestro la lay We won't stop until it's over want it my way Tell me what you want I have the amphetamine And the G19 Hope that we're not enemies Si a mi me ves quiero que no me hables Déjame trabajar bodies in a suitcase And your man yea he a fruitcake Hop in the whip let me give you a taste 60 millies more than I can take Turning bodies into human waste Puttin the bodies in lock Blowing the brains with a Glock Mother she tell me to stop Light the room up with a pop Sneak in the window no knock And the clock goes tic toc La droga la pongo en Ziploc Con sigilo camino Siempre gano dinero Aunque sea ilegal Hice nudos con las manos una pala por la cama Y la mugre la sabana La cinta es la comida No me digas que soy malo Solo hago lo que debo No te tomes tan a pecho No aguanto ese juego
Writer(s): Matthew Odonohue Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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