Lyrics:
Banda Full

ready two three four step to the right, step to the left step in forward, step in back step to the right, step to the left step in forward, now jazz hands

Where it stops, ain't nobody knows Full circle Got me runnin' in a full circle, I'm goin' crazy Full circle You got me a runnin', girl Full circle, oh Full

Ta ligado mermao nesse lance tri da massa parece ke nao sei ae chega e fasz rchch Chorus: Ae um treco torto veio cheio dos rols ae koando dice rchch os

Share the time again I spend with you A friend is always good to have But a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down at me I dream of you at

When I fell from grace I never realized How deep the flood was around me A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil And the water left these

me Im so whoa See me decked out from my head to my toe Whoa is me Im so whoa Everywhere I go Im a one man show I feel like a Hollywood star Hand full

down the club, we threw a brick in da door Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands

high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band

Yeah, hustla I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that I will never hustle no more but I will never say that