Lyrics:
Martin Ricky Other

Feel you, hold you, taste you as you travel Deep into my senses, so refreshing Soon you will open up the door Feel my eternal love So pour yourself

come te... Ricky: Nelle pagine lasciate in bianco noi, diamo spazio a tutti i nostri sogni Eros: nessuno mai il futuro rubera, dalle nostre mani... Rit. Eros & Ricky

compitence before i get another bitch cause i be on some other shit higher than a mother ship louie in my 7 trae gucci in my other shit gucci pass the other

crack rock working the streets All them hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs In between they thighs But they too scared to let it be So instead they fuck Ricky Martin

gold waist bands Your face is sorry like New York Giants fans My alliance spans mad untouchable clique Livin' la vida loca but my name ain't Rick Martin

These fake ballers eatin' Hip-Hop away! (yeah!) I'm Magic! I'm Bird! I'm Dr. J.! (yeah!) I'm Kong! I'm Martin! I'm Malcolm X! (YEAH!) He's cool, but I

show your competence Before I get another bitch cause I be on some other shit Higher than a mother ship Louie in my 7 trae Gucci in my other shit Gucci pass the other

: Chica was a chica from Miami She was chic but cute Never tell if she's girl or a boy She was working runways up at fashion week And we couldn't see

: Girl, it's that time for year to sing Feliz Navidad Underneath the tree there should be some presents there from Santa Claus Girl, I'm begging you,