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worlds fair - sammy sosa lyrics

yeah, man,
peace, peace be with you!
listen, man!
now we’re cooling off, but i call window
i’m not trying to see b-tch
if really i want the news
i call’ i want the window to see
you feel me?
i’m ‘not about you
that’s how you gonna call me
don’t really call
listening, recording!
i’m trying, you know,
i’m trying to let the soundtrack to my music

yeah, yeah
listen! one day i’ll be careless
next day i’m meticulous
cool call me collected
won’t stay that’
i can’t fly close to the sun
i end up like icarus
i can’t stand that solo power
my flow devour sh-t, it’s a must!
and a general get ‘ lose all social filters
a local killer gonna impose through
no one know is iller.
you think i’m wavy, then i’m surfing on those surfaces
i’m lurking through your nervous system,
pinpointing your nervousness.
can’t stop the blood flow, oh, won’t get’
no doctors, no herbal list can’t stop me be a murderess.
understand my purposes, no sun to…
i’m more galactic, eating planets,
aham, earth it is!
force up in my services
watch out, hoe, i work for this!
watch out, hoe, they’re watching my pockets and know my purposes!
maverick like i’m ‘see when i score
wanting more, my die for sure, but it’s worth the risk!

yo, split the hour with the ‘.
double battle ‘ horse, power devour flowers
and my nike and’ flow tider than..’
p-ssy be a modest, a goddess
chilling’ with nicky steam
what a simple scene!
i’m scoring forty over shawties, so they triple team
see no bravo, no bottle’ still the triple bean!
no simple essential, instrumentals must fit the team
bad for your mental, like’ than nicotine
so influential like we’
who you’re calling, we’ll be balling like steve austin
i’ll afford your life for another night!

i’m -ssuming i have a thing for women straight quiet!
this caravan down their face while i’m straight dying
i’m f-cking laughing, honey!
consider myself upper cl-ss when i say, match the money!
eating fruits with funny yogurts
throw up on shawty, show me!
we’re living lavish! let me skype all the way from paris
give me, paris!
bounjour, n-gg-! my view so magnifique
tell he made a look, or at least he try to’ for me
.. we’re snacking on macaroons for nikie d.
big mac till the delta gree
how you’re living b!
still go to the same ball
still spoken that’
bet i put on shoes like an old god singing like i’
i’m not your ruby rose,’
quitate la ropa! ensename to chocha!
…barcelona, please my skin like sammy sosa!
s-xy three home runs, callate la boca!

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