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La Húngara

boca. Y hungara, de pelito rubio y negra mirada, hungara, de pelito rubio y negra mirada, hungara, de pelito rubio y negra mirada. Hungara, ay lerelerele lerelere? Hungara

Qe no me quedo mas en casa que ami ya me an dao la vuelta que bella es mi libertad... Que no me ponga este vestido no lo puedo escuchar por que la hungara

New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too

a no doubt Talk of what you got now, old money don't count Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

say her name." "Gimmie the phone." "Hello... hello?" Click He hung up the phone SHIT! He hung up the phone Click He hung up the phone Just like that He hung

I am the one you denied, brushed off every time I tried But I'm alright, I'm able to swallow my pride And put all the bullshit to the side, yf you're

Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and

I'm so hung up I'm gonna go see her tonight I'm so hung up I can't get her out of my mind Could it be just stars In my eyes? Could it be This won't happen