paroles de chanson Won't Cost a Thing - RM Baby Boy

Aye
Aye Aye Aye Aye
Aye
Aye Aye Aye
It won't cost me not a thing
Knock u down like Dominoes u play
Another Game
Mad they still got Bro in chains
Put a ring around your eye like u a married Mane yea

Gymnastics make alotta flips
I don't know why we don't shoot movies gotta Alotta clips
I think she got corn in her booty how she Popping it
She know she bad but she get Bougie when She Dropping it
I was a Asset in your life u chose a Peon
Ain't need a kickstand just a shoulder
I could Lean on
I call no answer when u text me I don't respond
You turn me off it won't be long before I be gone
Wit the shottas, popping bottles, got
some Models
Now we lit
Stand on 10 ain't sitting in
I hear them sirens ima Jet
Run your mouth I'm running in it
Yeah them lips can get u wet
Lose ur head in the beginning
Might be never coming back
I don't really watch no cable
I be making picks I want it now not later
I can get it fixed long as u pay my papers
Might just go for broke
I take a risk for my paper,
Don't play bout my labor
Don't know who u are cause u so scarred,
Man who going bandage u
Try to pull your card a regular broad,
Ain't understanding u
Life got ups and downs but when u fall
Don't let it damage u
Popped a little Molly,
Went to Mars I wasn't planning to
I can have dancing wit the stars,
Make that your Pinnacle
Said I was too young I wasn't hitting,
Now it's physical
Try to count me out,
But now she tell me I'm so into u
Said I'm just so cool,
Just like some air I'm who u venting to
I'm came so far all I can say
I can't go back no more no way
State facts get racks that's how I live
I know I'm living for a reason
I can bless u like u sneezed
I can smell it when u cheating
Watch u lie between your teeth
Any day can have a meeting
Belt way action getting a beating
Run em down it's up he geeking
Now he swimming on the deep end
You would think I had a manual
How I use this automatic
Baby it might shock u how I act, When I get static
No matter if it's rush hour,
Can still catch u in traffic
Send em thru the glass, he do his dance
And then we dashing
Put the loud up in her,
Compliment her I was gassing
Smelling like some fruit,
That's why I touched her wit a passion
Say she need some meat and if she eat it
She going smash it
Like the way talking ain't no way
I want her fasting

It won't cost me not a thing
Knock u down like Dominoes u play
Another Game
Mad they still got Bro in chains
Put a ring around your eye like u a married Mane yea