Oh,
yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah.
Oh, baby.
I never meant to be your man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Strand Hotel.
I swear I feel like a bank full of money.
Moulin Rouge, the man from the bed.
He might be loose, but he shines like a diamond.
I chill relax on the coast.
And I touch beautiful ladies on the chest.
I don't need a pen or a pen.
Hey, Babu.
You make me feel some kind of way.
Like.
I haven't met you yet, but I miss you already.
You know what?
Maybe we should * make you feel better.
Peace out.
Oh, baby.
Oh, baby.
I never meant to be your man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I live
my life.
Yeah, yeah.
So let us have a little play and
celebrate us every day and every night.
Cause it's a.
It's the chicky biggie light back flow.
And I get to give me a.
For the city.
Give the tape that crow.
Last is the gig.
You get blazing.
Yo, I'm blowing.
Stop minutes.
It's like a blow.
They stop me.
Snitch the blow.
This is nice.
So shall we be at this?