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letra de the language - mista a.b.

the language lyrics
[verse 1: mista a.b.]
she straight out of my dream like martin luther magazine look she stay so souped up two door whip she stay so couped up royalty style
life this what she used to i found myself not wanting to loose her she make them other girls feel like losers she the bomb she was there before i blew up i throw cuts on her hand like kruger anything from the shoes to the bag she got it good because i got it bad other chicks
want me but i think i’ll pass why would i leave she the best i ever had now i ain’t going know where tell me how i’m supposed to breathe with no air tell me how she stay so fly with no air but when we together they all just stop and stare yea

[verse 2: mista a.b.]
i wanna f-ck your mind with some real talk while kissing you on your forehead sip wine nice and slow now that’s what i call slow head ya ex n-gga yea he hate that sh-t my ex b-tch yea she hate that sh-t
damon wayne all day yea homie i don’t play that sh-t now back to you baby you my queen baby you my queen baby we are legends on
this conquest conquer life like what’s up next f-ck the haters no threats no gas no breaks no other women going to take your place ok

[chorus: mista a.b.]
i’m riding round my city and you know it ima show you off baby i’ma show you babe but they don’t really give a d-mn bout what we do they just wanna smoke and f-ck and pretend that they all you
now i’m talkin your language now i’m talking babe now i’m talking your language now i’m talking babe but they don’t really give a d-mn bout what we do they just wanna smoke and f-ck and pretend that they all you

- mista a b

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