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Usher Getting Sued By A Man and Two Women For Herpes

Usher‘s legal troubles is about to mushroom into a whole new level.

The R&B legend is getting sued not just by two more women, but also by a man who claimed that he may have contracted Herpes from Usher through sexual intercourse. TMZ broke the story on Friday that three additional persons have stepped forward claiming that Usher exposed them to STD through sexual contact. So far the “New Flames” singer has been radio silent about the allegations but not for much longer.

Well known celebrity attorney Lisa Bloom is representing all three persons and on Monday she will be holding a press conference in New York City with at least one of the women. The new lawsuits will be filed in California where it is required for individuals to tell their sexual partners about any STD. The two other persons want to remain anonymous and will be named in the lawsuit as John Doe and Jane Doe.

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Young Thug – Do U Love Me Lyrics

YOUNG THUG
Do U Love Me Lyrics

Ayy
We got London On Da Track
Ayy

Rose gold Rolex, who you are
They don’t know, who you are
Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
She get clean like Windex when she want to
She read a nigga’s texts when she want to
No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
Hop out the Benz coupe

f**k me, suck me
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
In the tubby, poppin’ bubbly
Smokin’ musty, I love me
Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and f**k me
Drankin’ bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged

To the moon, you are
Don’t you know who we are?
These women know who we are
Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
Actin’ like you don’t know who we are, but you do
I know you know who she was
Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow

Roll slow, roll slow, move shit
Lick your body while I give you a massage
Ain’t talkin’ Nicki, I’m ’bout to have a Ménage à…
Trois, on my face, all day
Hold up, got a K, ’bout to spray
Hold up, bust in her hair, Milky Way
Hold up, kick shit, Johnny Cage, yeah
Hold up, she the bomb like a damn grenade
Hold up, light skate, intake
Turnt, outta state, in state
Burnt out bitch, stop, ayy
You need, yeah, lessons, watch, bae (watch bae)
You thinkin’, yeah, I’m broke, you need to, awake (fool)
A hundred, racks, three, a week (cash)
Say love the freaks, I count it, like geeks (yeah)
It’s mounted, with tease
I ain’t gotta remind these hoes

They know who we are
Do you know who we are?
These women know who we are
Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
Actin’ like you don’t know who we are, but you do
I know you know who she was
Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow

Money green like camouflage
STD, I’m takin’ over your ward
Homegirl fine, body smooth and all
Planned on havin’ more kids than God, damn
I draped up her closet, now she look like a Barbie
Now my drinks are clean, I fill ’em up with that oil
Bumped my self esteem and now I think I’m adored
Let me through the door or else I’ll come through the walls (walls)
I haven’t slide in days, for you
Treatin’ myself like I got AIDS for you
I ain’t f**k none of these girls like I got AIDS for you, ayy
I got nine lives, I’ll blaze for you
I’ll set it down in days for you
Shawty pubics, shave it
Her eyes hazel, too

Rose gold Rolex, who you are
They don’t know, who you are
Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
She get clean like Windex when she want to
She the reason nigga’s text when she want to
No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
Hop out the Benz coupe

f**k me, suck me
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
In the tubby, poppin’ bubbly
Smokin’ musty, I love me
Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and f**k me
Drankin’ bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged

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Usher Settles $1.1 Million Lawsuit For Giving Stylist Herpes

Usher is facing a damning scandal after reports surfaced claiming that he settled a $1.1 million lawsuit for giving bridesmaid herpes.

The R&B singer, real name Usher Raymond, became a trending topic on Twitter after Radar Online published the story. According to the site, Usher paid $1.1 million to an unnamed ex-girlfriend/side chick to settle a lawsuit for exposing her to herpes. The female who was not identified reportedly was a celebrity stylist.

The lawsuit reveals that Usher was “exposed to herpes” around 2009 or 2010. The report even gets more damning by claiming that the singer had a “greenish discharge” from his penis at the time that was later found to be the sexually-transmitted disease. All of that was details were revealed in the court document. The court docs claimed that Usher told the stylist about the disease and convinced her that he was tested negative for the STD. They then had unprotected sex and she contracted herpes.

“Believing Raymond’s statements that it had been nothing and cleared up, [she] continued her relationship,” the unnamed female’s attorney said in the lawsuit. She also detailed the first time that she started feeling sick which occurred three weeks after they started having unprotected sex. She said that she woke up in the night with a fever of a “100 degrees” and started having aches and pains all over her body including a headache.

The female filed the lawsuit in Los Angeles where sexual partners are required by law to inform each other of any STD. Usher has since apologized for infecting her with Herpes and settled her lawsuit for $1.1 million on December 28, 2012. On a side note, “Let It Burn” is now trending on Twitter and fans are going in. Usher filed for divorce from his now ex-wife Tameka Foster in June 2009 after she claimed that he cheated on her with her bridesmaids.

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Young Thug – Don’t Make You Real Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up

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Don’t Make You Real

Lyrics to ‘Don’t Make You Real’ by Young Thug:

–Intro: Young Thug–
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

–Verse 1: Young Thug–
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancoon
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
40 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs

–Hook: Duggie–
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

–Verse 2: Young Thug–
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
Cops get off me
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up

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Juliana Hatfield – What A Life

Wasted, ruined, tragic ’cause it doesn’t have to be like this
Pasty, dirty, sweaty, faithless, greasy, dirty, smelly, wretched
Make it be a whore, a tabloid cliche
Nasty, spoiled, deceptive, wrecked
Mousey, grungy, deceptive, wrecked

What a life – you wear it like propriety
What a life – you do it like you really mean it
What a life – I watch it like a scary movie
What a life, what a life, what a life
STD’s, sick, sex, drug-addled debauchery monger
Messy, stringy, pathetic, hopeless, dredgey, stringy, pathetic, hopeless

What a life – you wear it like propriety
What a life – you do it like you really mean it
What a life – I watch it like a scary movie
What a life, what a life, what a life
STD’s, sick, sex, drug-addled debauchery monger
Messy, stringy, pathetic, hopeless, dredgey, stringy, pathetic, hopeless

Wear it like a badge, wear it like a crown, wear it like a trophy
Wear it like a badge, wear it like a crown, wear it like a trophy
Wear it like a badge, wear it like a crown, open like a cut
Pick it like a scab, feed it like a dog

What a life – you wear it like propriety
What a life – you do it like you really mean it
What a life – I watch it like a scary movie
What a life, what a life, what a life
STD’s, sick, sex, drug-addled debauchery monger
Messy, stringy, pathetic, hopeless, dredgey, stringy, pathetic, hopeless

Wasted, ruined, tragic ’cause it doesn’t have to be like this
Greasy, dirty, sweaty, smelly
Faithless, grungy, pathetic, wretched

What a life – you wear it like propriety
What a life – you do it like you really mean it
What a life – I watch it like a scary movie
What a life, what a life, what a life
STD’s, sick, sex, drug-addled debauchery monger
Messy, stringy, pathetic, hopeless, dredgey, stringy, pathetic, hopeless