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Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil Kim)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

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Remy Ma Feat. Lil Kim – Wake Me Up Lyrics


(Verse 1: Remy Ma)
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen b*tch I been, b*tch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean b*tch
I’m his dream b*tch
Mean b*tch, take one for the team b*tch!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

(Verse 2: Remy Ma)
I’m rich, I’mma stay that b*tch!
You fake-ass b*tch, you owe homage, pay that sh*t!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that sh*t
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that sh*t!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and sh*t
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that sh*t!
I hate that sh*t, I can make or break your sh*t
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them sh*ts!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that sh*t
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that b*tch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
B*tch, you so thirsty, obey that sh*t
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that b*tch!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

(Bridge: Lil’ Kim)
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

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Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

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Tyga – Nigga Wit Money

Uh
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big old ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
How that shit fit on a toilet seat
And my new bitch walk like that shit don’t stink
(Mm mm mm) shit don’t stink
Fuck around with me I got that big old mink
I gotta drag that bitch on the floor
Pour up and then we make a porn (mm mm mm)
Go on and back it up (mm mm mm)
U-haul truck
Tattoos whoa voom scarred up
I get high off the money that’s star bucks
Yea, that’s star bucks
I got a few dtf’s and they down to fuck
I slide in like a parking lot
I get, I get, pussy a lot

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money

What I’mma do, keep getting this money
And what you gon’ do, flip through the gram
Made a movie, we shot it in France
I did it cause I can bitch we was in Cannes (mm mm mm)
Brunch on the sand
Four bracelets I’m the new Killa Cam
Earrings, band
New watches, bananas
Banana in pajamas
The cock is banana (Panda panda)
I got broads in Atlanta (Panda panda)
I got broads in Havana
I got broads on Lufthansa
The bitch just text, she left her bra in the Phantom (mm mm mm)
Sabotage
And that Cartier say it’s savage time
Webbie on repeat, it’s Savage Life
I hit my girl last night, and her friend tonight (mm mm mm)
Yea bitch, I’m the shit
Me and your nigga we opposite
I can make you famous I need five percent
I get it, I get it, poppin’ bitch

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
Nigga with money

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Scott Disick “Threatening” Kourtney Kardashian for Dating Again: “You Better Watch Your Back!”

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And Scott Disick‘s issues with Kourtney Kardashian‘s dating life continues.

In this sneak peek from next Sunday’s new Keeping Up With the Kardashians, Kourtney reveals Scott’s gone off the rails now that she’s dating model Younes Bendjima.

“He’s threatening me now,” Kourtney tells a shocked Khloe Kardashian and Kim Kardashian in the clip. “He goes, ‘You better watch your back.’”

“This is not going to end well,” a worried Kim says.

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Younes Bendjima and Kourtney Kardashian’s Sizzlin’ Paris Vacation

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Wearing a casual white sweater and jeans, Kourt and her man go to a video game space that is called La Tête Dans Les Nuages in Paris on Sept. 30, 2017.

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Wearing eye-catching ensembles, the couple takes to the streets of the City of Lights on Oct. 1.

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The duo stroll around the Champs-Elysees in Paris on Sept. 26, 2017.

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Kourt is all smiles as she and her main man leave the PSG store on the Champs-Elysees Avenue in Paris on Sept. 26, 2017

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In the Trenches

Wearing a trench coat and Nikes, Younes holds Khloe’s hands as the pair stroll through Montmartre on Sept. 30, 2017 in Paris, France. 

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On Sept. 30, the reality star wished Paris good night with a starry snap, which made the couple Instagram official.

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Brenda Lee – Side By Side Lyrics

BRENDA LEE
Side By Side Lyrics

Oh, we ain’t got a barrel of money
Maybe we’re ragged and funny
But if you travel along
Singing a song side by side

Oh, we don’t know what’s coming tomorrow
Maybe it’s trouble and sorrow
But we’ll travel the road
Sharing our load side by side

Through all kinds of weather
What if the sky should fall?
Just as long as we’re together
It doesn’t matter at all

When they’ve all had their quarrels and parted
We’ll be the same as we started
Just traveling along
Singing our song side by side

My sentiments exactly
I know what you’re saying
Yes I know what you’re saying

We ain’t, what if the sky should fall
And well it doesn’t matter at all
I know what you’re saying
They’ve all had their quarrels and they’ve parted
Yeah but we are the same as we started

I know that’s right
Traveling along
Singing our song
Oh, we ain’t got a barrel of money
And we may be ragged and funny

I know that’s right but it makes no difference
Because we’ll be traveling along
Always singing a song
Singing a song, side by side

Sure feels good to have a friend
(Side by side)
Side by side
Through thick and thin
And thin again

Ragged and funny
Without the money
Without the money
We still friends
Friends till the end
We still friends
Side by side

We’ll be traveling
Traveling along
Spending all the money we ain’t got
Well I know how that is
We always do that kind of thing anyway
(I got a credit card)

Oh, traveling along
Oh, singing a song
(New York, Chicago)
New Ireland
Los Angeles
Paris, France
London, England
Greece

I got Madrid, I got Madrid
And Italy, Texas
Yes, yes, yes

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King Blues – We Are Fucking Angry Lyrics

KING BLUES
We Are Fucking Angry Lyrics

Just a glimpse of the future we’re buying
Behind them hands are you laughing or crying?
You fall apart when we ain’t complying
And we ain’t gonna take this no more
In the fog vampire blood suckers
Fight them off by flinging nunchuckas
You can’t stop us, up for the ruckus
And we ain’t gonna take this no more

Cut the bankers, cut the MP’s
Cut the rich and the riot police
Cut the state and cut the war
But they cut the poor

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

Hang the judge and kill the jury
Come alive and use your fury
The future will write the history
And we ain’t gonna take this no more
Vote of faith and we get what we ask for
This is class war, this is class war
It’s what we wear our hoods and our masks for
And we ain’t gonna take this no more

Cut the bankers, cut the MP’s
Cut the rich and the riot police
Cut the state and cut the war
But they cut the poor

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

If you cover your ears when we vote or come in peace
Then you give us no choice but to tear down these streets
Students, workers and unemployed unite and rise out of the slum
France, Spain, Greece we’re joining you finally our time has come

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

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Lockslegl & Canabasse – Lo Ma Def (Afrotrap Vol. 1 Album)

si on te dit que je reviendrai pas
qu’ils ne m’ont pas épargné
ou je te dis qu’on s’en va

que tu dois tout plaquer, m’accompagner
je voyais le monde à un autre œil et je refusais de voir la vérité avant toi
plein de fois j’ai voulu te plaquer y renoncer j’ai renié malgré moi
“buuuuuuuuzzlabb”
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
j’ai fait du sale ça me fait mal je fais sa tête souvent en y repensant bloquer dans la haas
vu que la france est vénale je veux lui plaire mais aux yeux de l’argent suis le suspect dans la pièce
je voulais pas faire de mal moi je voulais juste faire mon argent avant d’en fumer la pièce
pour aller renflouer la caisse
en indépendant car personne n’a fait un geste
normalement c’est la même
tu pilotes
man a bad man
j’ai pas eu le choix
et je priais pour que ça change
un jour ou l’autre
chacun, son chemin
on n’a pas pris le droit
yeah
les joins et les femmes tournaient
et on était bien tous les trois
j’avais du mal à changer
c’était avant toi
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
yeah
quand le lion part en ch-sse c’est pour sa femelle et ses enfants
pareil pour toi dans la thess
l’esprit dans un treuil
suis venu pour prendre mon deal réinvestir au pays
l’argent c’est pas mon dieu
je suis monothéiste
sur ceux qui leur emmerdent
pas de ceux qui leur obéissent
et leurs parents vieillissent
suis défoncé à l’herbe
jette pas ça à l’air
mais c’est pour que dieu nous bénisse
suis debout sur scène tu rêvais d’anonymat
viens, je t’amène on y va
je ne promets pas que tout ira
je te promets d’avoir la foi
yeah baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
foma diar beu soppi lepp
sama life dale dou wone lii
but i’ve no regret
beu legui ma beug mou niangue
meu gueumeuti ngueu tew
boumala amoul wone mou niaw
ndakhté j’aurais rien à perdre
yeah diaral ngama doundou baby
ajuster leu beu fight ways
nieulei yako done mou lew
ndakh à part namouma leine
lolou nga ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
lolou nga ma def
baby fofou nga ma tek
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
lolou nga ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
bébé lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def

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Jamie Foxx – Speak French Lyrics

JAMIE FOXX
Speak French Lyrics

Oohh baby
I like kissin you
Oohh baby
I like kissin

(Chorus) 2x
I dont speak french but I’ll tongue you down (down)
Tongue you down (down)
Tongue you down
I dont speak french but I’ll tongue you down (down)
Tongue you down
Tongue, tongue you down

(Jamie Foxx)
Parlez vous francais?
Thats not the language I speak
But your body
Got me sayin some things
That people in France dont speak

Take the elevator up to the 22nd level
Thats where you meet me babe
Girl when you get up to the 22nd level
Thats when the violin play

(Chorus)2x

(Gucci Mane)
Mmhmmm, shawty go dumb
I run her good [?]
Give her she got wisdom
I took my diamond off my pinky
Put it on her thumb
Now she cant close her mouth
And when she smile, bright as the sun
Lip service
Room service
I walk in the club husbands get nervous
I dont mean to diss
But I dont like to kiss
But you so f**kin fine I took that rule off my list
She walked in kissed the hottest rapper on his lips
I took a picture of my dick and sent it as a gift
Jamie the entertainer
Gucci the idiot
She came to the house start kissin it immediate

(Chorus) 2x

(Jamie Foxx)
As a matter of fact
I got a better sensation
If you let me do that I got a stronger rotation (rotation)
Cuz so many guys
Ruin the pleasant surprise

Take the elevator up to the 22nd level
Thats where you meet me babe
Girl when you get up to the 22nd level
Thats when the violin play

Watchin you go up the staircase
Got me imaginin some of the craziest ideas
Of you and me makin love
Girl somethin on your mind
But you aint gotta say it
Theres a chance you wanna take
And you gon have to take it
And theres a blueprint to a girl
And she standin naked
Damn you naked
You standin naked
And damn there somethin crazy about the way you say that..

(Chorus)2x

Only red roses for you baby
And only white roses for you baby
But I gotta keep it ghetto
Gotta keep my girl in stilettos
While she sittin here singin this demo
Sing it
Sing it
Parlez vous francais?
Yea..

(Chorus)

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Asap Rocky – Hear Me Lyrics

ASAP ROCKY
Hear Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
First of all, I would like to start by saying
I’m the motherf**king man, just thought I’d let you niggas know, hear me?
If the shit hit the fan and these rappers start
The pen coming at you niggas’ throats, hear me?
Do it big out in Cannes
At the film festival, nigga, every year I go, hear me?
Big dick, that’s my man
Keep forty bitches round, bring ’em everywhere I go
Hear me? Hear me? Chilling on a boat
In the south of France, island happened off the coast
Saint-Tropez when I’m waving to the folks
Got the young trap lord with me looking like the Pope, hear me?
Grew up living broke
Before we’d seen it all, niggas had to dream it all
Don’t you compare me cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they feel me
They don’t feel me but they feel me, they hear me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Pharrell]
Hear me?
Young niggas doing what it takes to survive
Hear me?
Young niggas only pay attention if it’s fly
Hear me?
All I ever hope to do is prosper when I strive
Hear me?
If they ain’t playing in the game then they hating on the side
Hear me?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Black dark shades, black leather jacket
Bad chick on my arm got me looking like The Fonz, hear me?
We the champions and about to get a ring same size as LeBron’s, hear me? Hear me?
Yeah, life is a bitch and it’s no holds barred, every man for themselves, hear me? Hear me?
And if you ain’t a man and your name ain’t Solange
Keep your hands to yourself, hear me?
But I don’t know them grown folks’ business
The thoughts that they plant like it’s photosynthe-sis
In your bits, put their nose all in it
I bring ’em to the light with my photogenics
Hear me? f**k all those critics
If Flacko on the booth, that mean a killer on the loose, ooh
Don’t you compare me cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they feel me
They don’t feel me but they fear me, they hear me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Hear me? Hear me?
Young niggas doing what it takes to survive
Hear me? Hear me?
Young niggas only pay attention if it’s fly
Hear me? Hear me?
All I ever hope to do is prosper when I strive
Hear me?
If they ain’t playing in the game then they hating on the side

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, third verse, turn to third gear
I left a couple things out like the third wheel
These niggas lying on tracks without a third rail
Cause yeah, I’m only stating facts when I’m saying on wax
In your ear like I’m cleaning out the wax
They don’t hear me like they’re deaf, “it was wack”, was dirt there?
Hear me? Yes, I gotta talk about the trap
Matter of fact, let me talk about rap cause I’ve served here
Yeah, hear me? Hear me?
Man, f**k the bullshit cause now I’m in my zone, hear me? Hear me?
I hear the same bullshit in every other song, hear me?
So I try to give ’em something different, listen when I’m on, hear me? Hear me?
Saddest thing about it is they only pay attention and they miss you when you’re gone, hear me? Hear me?

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Justin Bieber – Maserati Lyrics

JUSTIN BIEBER
Maserati Lyrics

(Jaden Smith & Justin Bieber)
Ah
What’s up Jaden?
I’m feeling nice right now
I’m feeling good to bro
I’m feeling really nice right now
Swag
Swaggy
I’m in my closet right now
Literally in your closet?
I’m literally in my closet right now recording this song like a g
Misfits
You are a g bro
You’re a wrap
You’re a wrap bro
Ah swag
Swaggy, swaggy, swaggy, swaggy
(Jaden Smith)
Oh, I ain’t never met a groupie
All I meet is ladies
And I like my privacy
So I got a Mercedes
Got these chokers shaking
Reminding me have hated
Sorry ’bout the security
It’s only for your safety
Cause baby I’ll be pimpin’
Holler if you see me
I’m probably in Miami
With my girl in a bikini
Text me if you need me
Touch me if you’re greedy
‘Cause you’ll probably be with Nicki
While she says Waikiki
How we the illest and the youngest?
I really don’t know how we the killest and the dumbest
Swear it’s really early
But I don’t know where the sun is
And girl just take my hand
While I knock away these hundreds
Cause the crowd is going crazy
Money coming in bundles
Sorry that I couldn’t see you
It’s hard to see through my stunners
Dumb blondes be sayin’ I’m the funnest
All I’m hearing is claps
Though I don’t know where the drum is
Girl you like it
So just give me the mic
And I’ll get you so excited
Tell me what you want
I’ll go home and write it
To a old school beat
Baby take your lip and bite it
Oh jeez
Girl you got me and you gon’ make me work
Cause it’s usually a hobby
And no I really like you
And no it’s not your body
But trust me that’s a plus
Cause you’re hotter than wasabi
And I’m diggin’ on your kicks
Jokers talking ’bout karate
When I want a girl I just whip out the Maserati
No I can’t drive it
It’s only for the show
And I like to wear the (?)
Watch them circus glow
Girl I’m on like a light bulb
Are you coming home from the night club?
‘Cause I tried to get in but I ain’t reached the height limit
That might be over but the night isn’t so I’m
So text me if you tryna chill with Wesley
Cause me and Mandy are chillin’
So don’t wear nothing dressy
Inside jokes are only funny when you get them
So (?) is the place to be (?) and I’m living in them dance halls
Alright J I think I got it from here
Justin Bieber
Headphones on yeah
Turn them up a little bit
(Justin Bieber)
Baby I’m the man
I felt that you knew that
I’m now in Japan
Just because I do that
So baby don’t you stop it
Baby can you drop it
I give you my chain
I style like Kentucky
Money on my mind
And you on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too big for my time
And everybody know that
Baby I’m the man
Can’t you understand
Keep you wondering
If I’m the wonderman
And you’re in wonderland
Hey my name is JB
I’m always rocking Vans
And if I was your boyfriend
I would love you till the end
I’d kiss your face in public
You can tell all of your friends
Baby girl you got that body
Would you like to go to France?
We can fly there on my jet babe
I can give you jetlag
I don’t do Jamaica baby
I can make you sweat babe
And if you ain’t in the crew
You’ll never get this
Posted at the crib with the Misfits

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Vic Mensa – U Mad Lyrics (feat. Kanye West)

VIC MENSA
U Mad Lyrics (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Ooh I don’t need y’all either
Ooh don’t wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Like I don’t know nobody
I guess I don’t
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
She gon’ be mad right? Ain’t that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon’ go buy herself that purse, that purse
I guess that she just gon’ go swipe, buy her self worth, that’s cold
Now I’m the villain, no really I’m just chillin’
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin’
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I’m at the DoubleTree
All I hear hoes callin’ out wildin’, on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Blow, don’t sneeze, bitch shut up, don’t breathe
Gasp, on the gas, ’til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
f**k in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrrr
Who her? I forgot her name

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don’t know nobody
Like I don’t know nobody, like I don’t know nobody
Oh you mad, huh?
I guess I don’t
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
There go another lawsuit
In court so much, man I should’ve went to law school
Everybody brawlin’, it was all cool
‘Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
I don’t f**k with fake dudes wearin’ fake Trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, “TRUUU!”
I feel like MJ, I’m in his shoes
I’m talkin’ Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
She ain’t really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack
I think they finally think got me where they want me at
I got 700 emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain’t callin’ nobody back

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
I be catchin’ too many stares this evening, God fearin’ but God knows I’m on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain’t my fault you ain’t the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like, “Oh that’s him!”, pour that gin, let’s get faded
Drinkin’ like it’s no tomorrow, what’s today? I’m in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
Uh, y’all pay the price, I pay the difference, it’s just different
SAVEMONEY, ain’t nothin’ different, gunshots and jumpin’ fences
Hold on I’m tryna get loose, please don’t get shit confused
Ask Don C, I’ve been lit, this ‘Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I’m on fire, everybody go quiet
Like where was you last week? My nigga the f**k was you hidin’?
Like I was laying on my arm I’m on my side
South side, I’m down to start a riot

[Hook]

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Take A Mic – Boite Noire (Boite Noire Album)

[Couplet 1]
Si j’veux, j’réfléchis pas, j’kicke
J’dois l’faire, j’t’allume pour ma clique
Meuf, ferme ta gueule, astique
J’suis en train d’percer askip
Devant l’micro, j’suis agile
J’monte sur scène, j’suis habile
J’dois faire un max de fric
Comme ça, j’retourne aux abîmes
Ma Saint-Laurent s’abîme
C’est comme ça qu’on s’habille
J’avance sur le terrain, on s’habitue
J’rappe c’que j’sais, j’fais pas d’études
C’est la vodka qui brûle mon foi
C’est l’avocat qui parle pour moi
J’ai toujours été sûr de moi
Même en r à la fin du mois
J’écris des textes qu’ont pas d’sens
J’analyse les passants
J’suis l’meilleur mais patience
J’suis le médecin de ma science
Une seconde, là j’m’absente
Une seconde, là j’m’absente

[Refrain] x2
Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

[Couplet 2]
J’sais même plus c’qu’on disait
Car y’a une bad bitch à dix heures
Les gens qui m’méprisaient
Prennent de mes nouvelles sur Deezer
Un salaire de misère
Nan jamais je m’y f’rai
C’est mon huitième projet
Y’a plus rien qui m’effraie
Maintenant qu’j’suis dans l’business, j’dois gérer mon budget
Le p’tit est productif, j’suis en excès d’vitesse
Du swag au milieu d’la tess, les seules McQueen dans la pièce
De Suisse provient l’appel, y’a qu’sa voix qui m’apaise
Fuck la France, les lois et sa mentalité
Pour des papiers d’identité, les keufs ont brutalisés
On vend du shit, d’la beuh, d’la C de très bonne qualité
Impuissant quand c’est nos impôts qui sont détournés

[Refrain] x2
Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

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Break up every night – The Chainsmokers lyrics

Lyrics The Chainsmokers – Break up every night

She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

“Give me time, give me space, give me reason.”
That’s what you tell me when you’re leaving
Change your mind every night like the seasons
You’re insatiable.

And I know you say you want it now (want it now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy.

She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

Been to France one time and you’re Parisian
Joined the real world, new season
Check my phone, check my pulse, ain’t a reason
I kinda love it though.

And I know you say you need me now (need me now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy.

She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every niiight
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?
She wants to break up every night versuri-lyrics.info
She wants to break up every niiight
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it.

So I build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again, ohhh.

She wants to break up every niiight
She wants to break up every niiight
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every niiight
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel ittt?
The Chainsmokers lyrics
Video night

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The Chainsmokers – Break Up Every Night (On SNL) (Live)

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

[Verse 1]
"Give me time, give me space, give me reason."
That’s what you tell me when you’re leaving
Change your mind every night like the seasons
You’re insatiable

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know you say you want it now (want it now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

[Verse 2]
Been to France one time and you’re Parisian
Joined the real world, new season
Check my phone, check my pulse, ain’t a reason
I kinda love it though

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know you say you need me now (need me now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it

[Bridge]
So I build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again, oh

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

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Future – Selfish (feat. Rihanna) (Hndrxx Album)

[Intro: Rihanna]
Oooh, yeah

[Verse 1: Rihanna]
It was right
Even though it felt wrong
Nothin’ ever stopped you
From showin’ your progression suddenly

[Bridge: Rihanna & Future]
Broken lies
Driving backwards
Making all the wrong turns
Saying all the wrong words
Dodging angels

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Let’s be one
Oh, let’s not be alone
Empty thoughts fill the room
Breathe for me and I’ll breathe for you

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight
Tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I just hit the lick, south of France
Currency exchange, lookin’ fancy
If that money dirty, make it dance
25 karats cost a mansion
Gold rose petals, bottle standin’
Came from the concrete, takin’ chances
Pop gold Ace like a Xanny
I just need the blessin’ from your family
Broken lies
Ain’t no love without us
It will die
Roses turn into dust
Every night
We gettin’ more popular
Wrong is right
When it comes to us

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Tonight, let’s be selfish
Selfish, tonight, tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rihanna & Future]
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Ooooh, oooo-oooo-oooh
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Let’s be
Let’s be selfish
Yeah, yeah

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Be Our Guest (From “Beauty And The Beast”)

[LUMIÈRE, spoken]
Ma chère Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner!

(sung)
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin ’round your neck, cherie
And we’ll provide the rest
Soup du jour
Hot hors d’oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious
Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing, they can dance
After all, Miss, this is France
And a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you’ll
Be our guest
Oui, our guest
Be our guest!

Beef ragout
Cheese soufflé
Pie and pudding, en flambé
We’ll prepare and serve with flair
A culinary cabaret!
You’re alone
And you’re scared
But the banquet’s all prepared
No one’s gloomy or complaining
While the flatware’s entertaining
We tell jokes! I do tricks
With my fellow candlesticks

[Hook]
And it’s all in perfect taste
That you can bet
Come on and lift your glass
You’ve won your own free pass
To be our guest
If you’re stressed
It’s fine dining we suggest

Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Get your worries off your chest
Let us say for your entree
We’ve an array; may we suggest:
Try the bread! Try the soup!
When the croutons loop de loop
It’s a treat for any dinner
Don’t belive me? Ask the china
Singing pork! Dancing veal!
What an entertaining meal!
How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
We’ll make you shout "encore!"
And send us out for more
So, be our guest!
Lumiere:
Be our guest!
Chorus:
Be our guest!

[Mrs. Potts]
It’s a guest! It’s a guest!
Sake’s alive, well I’ll be blessed!
Wine’s been poured and thank the Lord
I’ve had the napkins freshly pressed
With dessert, she’ll want tea
And my dear that’s fine with me
While the cups do their soft-shoein’
I’ll be bubbling, I’ll be brewing
I’ll get warm, piping hot
Heaven’s sakes! Is that a spot?
Clean it up! We want the company impressed
We’ve got a lot to do!
Is it one lump or two?
For you, our guest!
(She’s our guest!)
She’s our guest!
(Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!)

[Lumiere]
Life is so unnerving
For a servant who’s not serving
He’s not whole without a soul to wait upon
Ah, those good old days when we were useful…
Suddenly those good old days are gone
Ten years we’ve been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!
Most days we just lay around the castle
Flabby, fat and lazy
You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

[Hook]
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Our command is your request
It’s been years since we’ve had anybody here
And we’re obsessed
With your meal, with your ease
Yes, indeed, we aim to please
While the candlelight’s still glowing
Let us help you, we’ll keep going

[Lumiere with Hook]
Course by course, one by one
‘Til you shout, "Enough! I’m done!"
Then we’ll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you’ll prop your feet up
But for now, let’s eat up
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Please, be our guest!

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Tee Grizzley – From The D To The A (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Off top, run a nigga out his socks
Niggas talk more than bitches
Niggas really be on cock though
Just fucked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex
Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
Grizzley up next, I’m up now
Strap your bullet vest

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
550, 600 hundreds
700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
Let’s get straight to it
Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
Secure the bag, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
Asian lil’ ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow
Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ shit like fuck a price tag
I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap nigga in the game that I’m callin’
If I need help, I’ll dial it by my se-celf

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
Chop with the laser, get decapitated
Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
Text her later like, "I’m done with you
I got a situation, baby"

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Well shit, bro, let me get her then
I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
Nigga talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like I’m Taliban

[Verse 6: Tee Grizzley]
Like I’m Taliban, how we drop shit, go
Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
Don’t ask the price if you know you ain’t tryna cop shit

[Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy
I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit

[Verse 8: Tee Grizzley]
Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
If the Feds hear this shit I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys
Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?

[Verse 9: Lil Yachty]
Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
Every real nigga livin’ will respect this collaboration

[Verse 10: Tee Grizzley]
We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down

[Verse 11: Lil Yachty]
From the D to the A, put respect on it
If that’s your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?
I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease

[Verse 12: Tee Grizzley]
Lease, nigga
Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your bitch drivin’
Bitch!

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From the D to the A – Tee Grizzley lyrics

Lyrics Tee Grizzley – From the d to the a

Off top, run a nigga out his socks
Niggas talk more than b*tches
Niggas really be on cock though
Just f*cked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex
Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
Grizzley up next, I’m up now
Strap your bullet vest.(from the d to the a)

550, 600 hundreds
700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
Let’s get straight to it
Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
Secure the bag, nigga.

Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
Asian lil’ ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow
Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ shit like f*ck a price tag
I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap nigga in the game that I’m callin’
If I need help, I’ll dial it by my ..

You swear your b*tch faithful, she sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
Chop with the laser, get decapitated
Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
f*ck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
Text her later like, “I’m done with you
I got a situation, baby”.

Well shit, bro, let me get her then
I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
Nigga talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like Taliban.

Like I’m Taliban, how we drop shit, go
Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
Don’t ask the price if you know you’re not tryna cop shit.

You the type to look around but never cop shit
Ayy, I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit.

Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
If the fans hear this shit I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys versuri-lyrics.info
Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?

Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
Every real nigga livin’ will respect this collaboration.

We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down.

From the D to the A, put respect on it
If that’s your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?
I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease.

Lease, nigga
Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D, b*tch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your b*tch drivin’
B*tchhh!
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Prince & The New Power Generation – Sexy MF

In a word or two, it’s you I wanna do
No not your body, youe mind you fool
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

We’re all alone in a villa on the Rivera
That’s in France on the south side in case you care
Out of all yoor friends I wanna be the closest
That’s why I tell you things so you’ll be the mostest
When it comes to life, to be this man’s wife
You got to be well educated on the subject of fights
I mean prevention of, in other words
It’s R E A L meaning of this thing called love

Are you up on this?
If so, then you can get up off hug and a kiss

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

We need to talk about things, tell me what cha do
Tell me what cha eat, I might cook for you
See it really don’t matter ’cause it’s all about me and you
Ain’t no one else around

I’m even with the blindfold, gagged and bound
I don’t mind, see this ain’t about sex
It’s all about love being in charge of this life and the next
Why all the cosmic talk?

I just want you smarter than I’ll ever be
When we take that walk

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

Horns stand please
I like it, I like it

You seem perplexed I haven’t taken you yet
Can’t you see I’m harder than a man can get
I got wet dreams comin’ out of my ears
I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me

But I can take it, ’cause I want the whole nine
This ain’t about the body, it’s about the mind

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

Tommy Barbarella in the house
Scrub the dishes

Come here Tommy, yeah
Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Levi, levi, fly
Ooh man, let’s give ’em some more good shit

I like it, I like it
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass

Guard your folks and get your daughter
The sexy motherfucker’s so fine I could drink her bathwater
A long, leggy 5 foot 8, packing an ass as tight as a grape
I want to spit some game but I said to myself

Just conversate, ‘cuz I’m usually quite the calm one
You never found me out prowling boy, I’m just havin’ fun
I’m happy to change my state of mind for this behind
I bet that if you threw that ass into the air it would turn into sunshine

Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass

Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
You sexy motherfucker

Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
You sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker

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Future – Selfish Lyrics

[Intro: Rihanna]
Oooh, yeah

[Verse 1: Rihanna]
It was right
Even though it felt wrong
Nothin’ ever stopped you
From showin’ your progression suddenly

[Bridge: Rihanna & Future]
Broken lies
Driving backwards
Making all the wrong turns
Saying all the wrong words
Dodging angels

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Let’s be one
Oh, let’s not be alone
Empty thoughts fill the room
Breathe for me and I’ll breathe for you

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight
Tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I just hit the liquor side of France
Currency exchange, lookin’ fancy
If that money dirty, make it dance
25 karats cost a mansion
Gold rose petals, bottle standin’
Came from the concrete, takin’ chances
Pop gold Ace like a Xanny
I just need the blessin’ from your family
Broken lies
Ain’t no love without us
It will die
Roses turn into dust
Every night
We gettin’ more popular
Wrong is right
When it comes to us

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Tonight, let’s be selfish
Selfish, tonight, tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rihanna & Future]
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Ooooh, oooo-oooo-oooh
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Let’s be
Let’s be selfish
Yeah, yeah

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Busted – Air Hostess

(Let’s go!)
(Yeah! Alright!)

Walking through the terminal
I saw something beautiful
You left, for your duty call
Next I’m getting on the plane
That’s when I see you again
I can’t get you off my brain

(Let’s go)
That uniform you’re wearing
So hot I can’t stop staring
You’re putting on an awesome show
The cabin pressure’s rising
My coke has got no ice in there

(Chorus:)

Air hostess
I like the way you dress
You know I hate to fly
But I feel much better
Occupy my mind
Writing you a love letter
I messed my pants
When we flew over France
Will I see you soon
In my hotel room
For a holiday romance?
Air hostess

Throwing peanuts down the aisle
Stupid but it made you smile
You came over for a while
Then you whispered in my ear
The words that I longed to hear
I want you to thrill me here

You can’t because you’re working
The paparazzi’s lurking
You didn’t know I’m in a band
In England people know me
One photo’s worth a hundred grand

(Chorus:)

Air hostess
I like the way you dress
You know I hate to fly
But I feel much better
Occupy my mind
Writing you a love letter
I messed my pants
When we flew over France
Will I see you soon
In my hotel room
For a holiday romance?
Air hostess

Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na

That uniform you’re wearing
So hot I can’t stop staring
You’re putting on an awesome show
The plane has almost landed
So tell me where I’m standing now

(Chorus:)

Air hostess
I like the way you dress
You know I hate to fly
But I feel much better
Occupy my mind
Writing you a love letter
I messed my pants
When we flew over France
Will I see you soon
In my hotel room
For a holiday romance?
Air hostess

Cos you’re my air hostess
I love the way you dress
Air hostess
My air hostess
I love the way you dress
Air hostess

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Beyonce – Baby Boy (feat. Sean Paul)

Sean Paul
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way – dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside – now hear what da man say – Beyonce
Dutty Ya, Dutty Ya, Dutty Ya
Beyonce sing it now ya

Beyonce’
baby boy you stay on my mind
fulfil my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Picture you in the West Indies
Feeling like royalty in the party
Picture me sexy in a two peice
Laying on exotic beaches in the white sand
Picture us gettin served breakfast
Five star sweets in the south of France
Picture this, being rich, shoppin for expensive gifts
Imagine we can do this all day
(whoa na na na)

Sean Paul
Ya ready gimme da ting dat ya ready get ya live
And tell me all about da tings that you will fantasize
I know you dig da way me step da way me make my stride
Follow your feelings baby girl b/c they cannot be denied
Come check me in-a night and make we get it amplified
Me have da ting to run da ship cause I’m go slip and I’m go slide
And in the words of love I got ta get it certified
But I give you da toughest longest kinda ride – girl

Beyonce’
Baby boy you stay on my mind
fuffil my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Picture you an african prince
Just looking at the water glistnin of my body
Picture me an indian princess
Dominate this from the house of cartiae
Picture us layin on silk sheets
lookin at the sun set sipping champagne
Picture this Me and you
doin what we wanna do
Imagine we could do this all day
(whoa na na na)

Baby boy you stay on my mind
fuffil my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies(bye bye bye bye)
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Baby boy you stay on my mind
Baby boy you are so damn fine
Baby boy wont you be mine
Baby boy lets conceive an angel
Baby boy you stay on my mind(ooooooo)
Baby boy you are so damn fine(oooooo)
Baby boy wont you be mine(ooooooo)
Baby boy lets conceive an angel

Sean Paul
Top top – girl
Me and you together is a wrap – dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top – girl
You no stop shock – girl
Little more da Dutty, we’ll rock dat world
(Whoa na na na)

Beyonce’
Baby boy you stay on my mind
fuffil my fantasies(whoa na na na)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams(whoa na na na)
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies(whoa na na na)
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Beyonce'(Sean Paul)
We’re steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
We’re steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
I know your gonna like it
I know your gonna like it

Beyonce'(Sean Paul)
I’m steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
I’m steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
So dont you fight it
So dont you fight it

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Rich Chigga – Seventeen

[Verse 1]
Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

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Buffy Sainte-Marie – Universal Soldier lyrics

He’s five feet two and he’s six feet four
He fights with missiles and with spears
He’s all of thirty-one and he’s only seventeen
He’s been a soldier for a thousand years

He’s a catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain
A Buddhist and a Baptist and Jew
And he knows he shouldn’t kill and he knows he always will
Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you

And he’s fighting for Canada, he’s fighting for France
He’s fighting for the USA
And he’s fighting for the Russians and he’s fighting for Japan
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way

And he’s fighting for democracy he’s fighting for the reds
He says it’s for the peace of all
He’s the one who must decide who’s to live and who’s to die
And he never sees the writing on the wall

But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He’s the one who gives his body as the weapon of the war
And without him all this killing can’t go on

He’s the universal soldier and he really is to blame
But his orders come from far away no more
They come from him and you and me and brothers can’t you see
This is not the way we put an end to war?

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Soulja Boy – Rockstar letras

[Intro]
Rich Gang nigga, rich gang in our bag nigga
Ay man, Rich Gang in the fuckin’ buildin’
London On Da motherfuckin’ Track
Soulja!
Yeah, I’ma just pour up the four
All of my niggas on go
Choppers underneath the floor
Strapped everywhere we go
We get money on the road

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
[Verse 1]
Rock star status
Come in it be swaggin’
Came in he be dabbin’
I’m dressed in the latest fashion
Pull up in a Bentley truck and it cost a millie
I just bought a Wraith, I got stars in the ceilin’
I’m cookin’ the crack
I’m servin’ that pack
London On Da Track
Stand in the trap
I make it right back
Broke nigga back back
In the penthouse pour up a four
Mansion came with the marble floor
Choppers, they underneath the flow
Fuck with Lil Soulja, the choppers gon’ blow
10 pints of the Hi-Tech
20 pints of the Actavis
100,000 Xans
I just took a trip over to France
Young nigga gettin’ money and I know they see it
I done prayed to God, this shit turned me to a demon

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar

[Verse 2]
Smokin’ on dope like the Haitians
Can’t fuck with the bitch if she basic
Pull up right on you, just see your location
Rollin’ up Backwoods and (?) on Vegas
I get the money, I don’t have no patience
Hop on the jet and I go to Las Vegas
Whippin’ my wrist, man a young nigga famous
.223 bullets, I’m grippin’ the stainless
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah I need two cups
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah and I’m piped up
Walk up in the club and I got 10 bad bitch
Make it rain in this bitch
Make it splash in this bitch
I just hit the cash
Trap nigga all about cash
Maserati do the dash
Runnin’ my check up so fast
Every chance that I get
When I get the money, I’ma shit on they ass
I’ma trap star, rap star, rock star, in love with the cash

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar

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Chris Brown – Marathon Man

Word around town, it’s a drug war
Step into my crib, it’s a drug store
I don’t need nothin’, I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin’ off
Hittin’ it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I’m the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin’ coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin’ dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain’t stickin’ to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Marathon man, nigga cheatin’ like I’m Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can’t nigga, I can, boy don’t make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I’m playin’, I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain’t no evidence cause the judge ain’t find no skeleton
I be runnin’ laps in my trap
Ain’t gotta be strapped ‘fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin’ flame, young out, I be tamed, I’m the fuckin’ man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin’ gingerbread man, catch me if you can

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

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Childish Gambino – Higher Love

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

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Childish Gambino – Higher Love Lyrics

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

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21 Savage – Motorcycle (feat. Dreezy) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle (6x)

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I can’t stop it, hundred thousand stuffed in my pocket
Pull up on a nigga with a rocket, if I pull it out then imma pop it
I call her bike life cuz she riding, non-stop it, eat the pussy up and then a nigga get it popping
Finger licking good like shrimp and teriyaki
VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey
21 savage I get money like a Jew, hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue
You know I’m a slut, I’ll fuck your crew
Yeah I’m a dog like that, pull up in a rarri with the top dropped back
Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back
Pew pew pew, make a nigga walk back
1017 they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside that pussy baby I can’t stop
I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top
Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans
Make a nigga wanna go and buy her a ring
She gon’ turn a nigga to a fiend, she gon’ make a nigga kill the scene
She gon’ hold my dope when I’m in need, she gon’ bail me out when I’m in need

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case
I’ve been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face
Been real with him from the start know a lot of niggas sell out
Get up in the jam you know who to call to bail out
Got a bad bitch, know these niggas gon’ hate
Can’t stop getting money bitch I don’t got brakes
If a nigga bout his bread, it be getting to his head
He be running from the feds, left a lot of niggas dead
Ain’t enough kush, he be rolling like dice
Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights
He’ll pay for it if I gave him a price, fuck around with my type boy you know you ain’t right
I’m knowing your bitch ain’t had shit
Its Dreezy and 21 Savage
Yeah million dollar nigga blow the money like a whistle
Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu
Hard head nigga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring we can make this shit official
Fucking with me harder than your niggas, power couple yeah we all up on a mission
I know when you gotta handle business, you know imma be here waiting for you when you finish
Let’s get it

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it