Tell me the Moon (Roger H. Remix) - Karl Moves

Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars In other words Hold my hand In other words Darling, kiss me Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words Please be true In other words I love you Fly me to the moon On Jupiter and Mars Fly me to the moon On Jupiter and Mars Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon Fly me to the moon

Mashitof Remix Yes yes, we stack money baby Angie are you ready? Lets go Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need How'd it happen, from pr to jamica Its angie mar superstar Beenie man, man tell me whatchu want Me i want more then 8 bars, more then one car My nigga gotta call me ma With good intentions and good injections Me and beenie new carribean connections Rollin large like terror squad, oh my god Its on tell me what you want Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need More then 8 bars, good lookin Me again shorty reppin basic fundamentals that you learn In brooklyn, look man, let me tell you something Bout me, a-n to the g-i-e That would be double e, n-i-e Said to be multi-talented i-e I spell, rhyme and write see! Check the credits, a.martinez, second remix Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Tell me, what you want (what you want baby) Tell me, what you need (what you need baby) And tell me if I'm good enuff for you babe Tell me what you want, tell me what you need

Många vill äta dom kom försent det finns inga platser vid vårt bord Inget kom gratis, benim va lakrits testa att springa i mina skor Uptown på kartan, det är min mission Finns bara kärlek för staden jag bor Now we making moves n*gga Now we making moves Guzzen vill dansa Tapar den samba Finta hon ramla Passar ej Gandalf Hundar dom svansar Började tanka Hälften dom planka Het som en salsa De gillar o prata Gillar o hata Slutar ej tjata Fucking ragata Mannen ni lata Vila på vardag Benim jobbar med känner ej saknad Hon går neråt Ingen minus hör vi addar bara zero Kan du se dom, ey vart e dom Inga orrar här vi hämta bah dinero Tare lugnt Baby break ya back for me Tare lugnt Baby make it clap for me Tare lugnt Hon e delli hon vill tap for piece Tare lugnt Hämta para här d M.O.B Hmmm hon vill ha cash hon vill ha booze Hämta millies now a n*gga moves Hämtade kiri Hon hämta vänner hämta firi Värsta ligan ey you wouldn't believe me Många vill äta dom kom försent det finns inga platser vid vårt bord Inget kom gratis, benim va lakrits testa att springa i mina skor Uptown på kartan, det är min mission Finns bara kärlek för staden jag bor Now we making moves n*gga Now we making moves Många vill äta dom kom försent det finns inga platser vid vårt bord Inget kom gratis, benim va lakrits testa att springa i mina skor Uptown på kartan, det är min mission Finns bara kärlek för staden jag bor Now we making moves n*gga Now we making moves Drip too hard, mitchk för bra De kan aldrig toucha mig och mina bröder på vår lane Broder vem har knatch, jalla vem har light Grabbar hur kan alla av oss glömma motherfucking papes Jag är loyal till mitt lag man kan tro jag vore kimpi Pinky rings and 4 Doors no simpin Your bitch is asking 4 more, kör på måfå d mottot nigga we be pimpin Pimpin yeah, shunon hade guzzar i mörkret som Bill Clinton yeah Han va het på sommarn men inte vintern yeah Jag har tålamod, jag lyssnade på splinter yeah Dom e lost, gjorde överstegsfinten yeah Hade guzzar som va redo för o dö för en n*gga Cok synd för jag catcha inte hinten yeah Hade rökt och jag snackar inte winston yeah Hmmm hon vill ha cash hon vill ha booze Hämta millies now a n*gga moves Hämtade kiri Hon hämta vänner hämta firi Värsta ligan ey you wouldn't believe me Många vill äta dom kom försent det finns inga platser vid vårt bord Inget kom gratis, benim va lakrits testa att springa i mina skor Uptown på kartan, det är min mission Finns bara kärlek för staden jag bor Now we making moves n*gga Now we making moves Många vill äta dom kom försent det finns inga platser vid vårt bord Inget kom gratis, benim va lakrits testa att springa i mina skor Uptown på kartan, det är min mission Finns bara kärlek för staden jag bor Now we making moves n*gga Now we making moves

So high, yeah Might land on Mars In a spaceship Not a normal car Some my niggas dead, yeah That's a couple scars Locked in a cell, yeah That's a couple bars He sell it by the jar Call him mason Land of the free But they hating Porsche horse in the back like I'm Peyton She don't got no Ls, we do dash man we skating I love it when it's curly, why you straighten Got my feet up would've thought that I made it Just readjusting to all of these changes Yes readjusting cause clout don't mean famous Bitch pickup Like it's a stick up She only want some loud if I say "I'm a pickup" I know some angels watching, wishing they could link-up I eat her cake before I go just so that I can drink up I ran that hoe, like a damn train Got to keep it classy, all white like Mulsanne Tryna' cop a bag, I don't know the damn strain Take her to my crib where I live like T-Pain I don't feel no pain yeah yeah Dressed in black like pain yeah yeah Don't feel no thang yeah yeah Style I can't complain yeah yeah So high, yeah Might land on Mars In a spaceship Not a normal car Some my niggas dead, yeah That's a couple scars Locked in a cell, yeah That's a couple bars He sell it by the jar Call him mason Land of the free But they hating Porsche horse in the back like I'm Peyton She don't got no Ls, we do dash man we skating Yeah, yeah, yeah