Tango (feat. Lobé) - Aspy

Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Real, real, real, real M-m-m-murder Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit Like how you let them niggas slide on you Like how you let them niggas ride on you Your niggas with you probably bailed on you Surprised them niggas didn't tell on you You looking like you got an L on you I might go Training Day, Denzel on you Yelling "fuck these crooked cops", Sean Bell on you 'Cause streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit The brokest nigga in the building be the loudest Oh man, these niggas need a stylist Call up Hazelton and tell her that I sent you Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to I call up Chubby Chubb, and find out what we into She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall And she ballin', you gon' make me put some D on you Had to foul, baby I go referee on you I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit I call the shots, and then the shots hit you But niggas know it's personal when the bucks get you I can see it in your eyes, ain't no heart in you The only time you're barking is when your dogs with you I cut a few niggas aiming stressed Tefeli ain't put no more bitches on his guest list Fuck the pole lights, we got no rights, I need more ice Disco bar, talking strobe lights, yelling "more life" Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit

Michelle ma belle These are words that go together well My Michelle Michelle ma belle Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble Très bien ensemble I love you I love you I love you That's all I want to say Until I find a way I will say the only words I know That you'll understand Michelle ma belle Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble Très bien ensemble I need to I need to I need to I need to make you see Oh what you mean to me Until I do I'm hoping you Will know what I mean I want you I want you I want you I think you know by now I'll get to you somehow Until I do I'm telling you So you'll understand