Worlds Fair - Sammy Sosa lyrics

rate me

Yeah, man,

Peace, peace be with you!

Listen, man!

Now we’re cooling off, but I call window

I’m not trying to see bitch

If really I want the news

I call… I want the window to see

You feel me?

I’m …not about you

That’s how you gonna call me

Don’t really call

Listening, recording!

I’m trying, you know,

I’m trying to let the soundtrack to my music

Yeah, yeah

Listen! One day I’ll be careless

Next day I’m meticulous

Cool call me collected

Won’t stay that…

I can’t fly close to the sun

I end up like Icarus

I can’t stand that solo power

My flow devour shit, it’s a must!

And a general get … lose all social filters

A local killer gonna impose through

No one know is iller.

You think I’m wavy, then I’m surfing on those surfaces

I’m lurking through your nervous system,

Pinpointing your nervousness.

Can’t stop the blood flow, oh, won’t get…

No doctors, no herbal list can’t stop me be a murderess.

Understand my purposes, no sun to...

I’m more galactic, eating planets,

Aham, Earth it is!

Force up in my services

Watch out, hoe, I work for this!

Watch out, hoe, they’re watching my pockets and know my purposes!

Maverick like I’m …see when I score

Wanting more, my DIE for sure, but it’s worth the risk!

Yo, split the hour with the ….

Double battle … horse, power devour flowers

And my Nike and… flow tider than..…

Pussy be a modest, a goddess

Chilling… with Nicky Steam

What a simple scene!

I’m scoring forty over Shawties, so they triple team

See no bravo, no bottle… still the triple bean!

No simple essential, instrumentals must fit the team

Bad for your mental, like… than nicotine

So influential like we…

Who you’re calling, we’ll be balling like Steve Austin

I’ll afford your life for another night!

I’m assuming I have a thing for women straight quiet!

This caravan down their face while I’m straight dying

I’m fucking laughing, honey!

Consider myself upper class when I say, match the money!

Eating fruits with funny yogurts

Throw up on Shawty, show me!

We’re living lavish! Let me skype all the way from Paris

Give me, Paris!

Bounjour, nigga! My view so magnifique

Tell he made a look, or at least he try to… for me

.. we’re snacking on macaroons for Nikie D.

Big Mac till the Delta Gree

How you’re living B!

Still go to the same ball

Still spoken that…

Bet I put on shoes like an old god singing like I…

I’m not your Ruby Rose,…

Quitate la ropa! Ensename to chocha!

...Barcelona, please my skin like Sammy Sosa!

Sexy three home runs, callate la boca!