Katchafire - Sensimillia Lyrics
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Sensimillia
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What Are The Lyrics For Sensimillia By Katchafire?
Whoooa, don't need to judge me
Whoooa, retaliation. Whoooa, don't need to charge with the first offense yeah. Whoooa, retaliation. I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, I will retaliate I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, I will retaliate I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, I will retaliate I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, diss me Check one two, one two. Where there's smoke there's fire. (Nothing can stop the fire.) Comin' straight to your livin' rooms, Bouncin' off your walls, Bouncin' off your car windows, Alright we gonna talk about something old and something new. Whoooa, don't need to judge me Whoooa, retaliation. Whoooa, don't need to charge with the first offense yeah. Whoooa, retaliation. I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, I will retaliate I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, I will retaliate I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, I will retaliate I ain't got no enemies But if you diss me, diss me.. (Nothing can stop the fire) Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia, Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia Whoa Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia, Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia Whoa Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia, Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia Whoa Gimmie Gimmie Sens-Sensimillia, Give me sensi right now. |
Who Wrote Sensimillia By Katchafire?
Arapekanga Hayden Adams-tamatea, James Albert Ferguson, Jordan Joshua Bell, Logan Carroll W Bell, Thompson Omeka Hohepa
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What's The Duration Of The Sensimillia By Katchafire?The duration of Sensimillia is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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