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Marco Dos Santos - Not On the Guest-List (ft. Zita Lotis) VideoClip Marco Dos Santos - Not On the Guest-List (ft. Zita Lotis) Lyrics Marco Dos Santos - Not On the Guest-List (ft. Zita Lotis) You're not on the guest list (ok?) You're not on the guest list (you hear me?) You're not on the guest list (ok?) You're not on the guest list (did you hear me?) Shame the place over and over Oh let me here, not for a cover Here I fall so let me down here I know your place, I'd be here before So look that here, is no one to suffer Let the beer, life goes away behind You're not on the guest list (ok?) You're not on the guest list (you hear me?) You're not on the guest list (ok?) You're not on the guest list (did you hear me?) Waste my time, sue the layer Change your mind, we are the player Set to loose, want to be here a while Rush them all over the lyrics You have to know: you're now on my...

[50 Cent:] Now we can play but you can’t stay you gotta go you gotta go Now we can play but you can’t stay you gotta go you gotta go [Chorus - YG:] I met her in the club then I said wassup I took her to the crib and you know I fucked yea toot it and boot it toot it and boot it toot it and boot it thats why I toot and boot it woh oh [4x] yeah [50 Cent:] First time I met her, I aint know she was a freak now I give her a girlfriend when she want something to eat she likes her, I love us them both my bitches nigga don’t touch we got an open relationship so I fuck with whoever I wanna fuck with champagne pop, the party it don’t stop after the after party better ask somebody than it’s back to the crib, this the way I live she toot it then I boot it out I chew a muthafucker chick she know how I get down Tupac I get around give me California love right at back of my truck [Chorus - YG:] I met her in the club then I said wassup I took her to the crib and you know I fucked yea toot it and bo...

(La Fouine) Lève le doigt en l’air (Put your finger up) Lève le doigt en l’air (Put your finger up) (One for the haterz i’m holiding my Ace of Spades up) (Sippin’ on this Cris life’s a bitch aint it) (All these top models just let them hold the bottle) (La Fouine) Hey hey , yeah j’arrive en carmos avec mes Rihanna (I arrive in a carmos with all my Rihannas) Toi t’arrive en ?? , ta meuf est rien-à (You arrived in a ?? , your wife is nothing- at) à forcer de nous sucer , t’as les lèvres gercées (You suck us that much , now have some chapped lips) Ouais , on a percer , on a pas que les oreilles percées (*Difficult to translate direclty*=We did it through our success , not only have some pierced ears) Les larmes tu as verser , le sky on a bercer (Tears you’ve dropped , the sky we’ve cradled) J’étais doublie poney , pourtant je joue pas au jersey (I was double poney , though I don’t play jersey) J’ai pas d’inspiration , ??? (I don’t have inspiration) Juste avant l’enfer , il y a patailla...

R-O-C-K Mafia Creation shows me what to do I'm dancing on the floor with you And when you touch my hand I go crazy, yeah The music tells me what to feel I like you now, but is it real? By the time we say goodnight I'll know if this is right And I feel you Coming through my veins Am I into you? Or is the music to blame? Who owns my heart? Is it love or is it art? 'Cause the way you got your body moving It's got me confused, and I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love or is it art? You know, I wanna believe that we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart? The room is full, but all I see Is the way your eyes just blaze through me Like fire in the dark We're like living art And it hits me Like a tidal wave Are you feeling me? Or is the music to blame? Who owns my heart Is it love or is it art? 'Cause the way you got your body moving It's got me confused, and I can't...