Lawson – Lion’s Den lyrics

October 1, 2016

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I can’t break these chains
This love can’t be tamed
The wild running through your body
You won’t stop for nothing tell me
Tonight I’m the prey
Your pride I’ll obey
Don’t care if I see tomorrow
The fever is burning
Now my hands are shaking
Got my body aching
Just another victim for you

Now I can see you claws
It’s making me want you more
Girl you’re a killer
Oh oh oh I can’t defend
Oh oh oh you’re gonna break my bones
You’re gonna take me home
Now you’re the winner
Oh oh oh it all makes sense
I’m caught up in the lion’s den

Scratch, marks, down my back
When your love attacks
You like to do it slowly
You want me to suffer
Now my hands are shaking
Got my body aching
Just another victim for you

Now I can see your claws
It’s making me want you more
Girl you’re a killer
Oh oh oh I can’t defend
Oh oh oh you’re gonna break my bones
You’re gonna take me home
Now you’re the winner
Oh oh oh it all makes sense
Caught up in the lion’s den

C’mon

Fight so hard that I can’t hold you down
Hold you down, yeah
Want so hard I’m never getting out,
Yeah

Now I can see you claws
It’s making me want you more
Girl you’re a killer
Oh oh oh I can’t defend
Oh oh oh
You’re gonna break my bones
You’re gonna take me home
Now you’re the winner
Oh oh oh it all makes sense
Caught up in the lion’s den

C’mon
C’mon



Kid Cudi – Frequency lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Intro]
Wicked
Wick wick
Wicked
Wicked awesome

[Hook]
Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency
[Verse 1]
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple clubs and I’m in the zone
Rather take the party home
Took it in the groove
Wet sex passionate in a dark tomb
In a dark tomb
If it twine inside then hold tight never let it loose
Wet it up
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple girls make a nigga feel less lonely
I trust them, my riders
Easing my frequency
Curiosity, is the key to my frequency
Explore what you find
And now

[Hook]
Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency

[Bridge]
Yea, yeow
Yea
Yea, ooh
Boo

[Verse 2]
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m real close stroking in another room
Done up ’til sun up
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m real close stroking in another room
Wet and passionate
Real close, shed tears and the sweaty groove
And I love the love
Hot sweat in the sheets never speak on cue in the cyclone
Cyclone, wet uh
A couple trippy girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Now a couple nudes
Sucking boobs
Seeing double, seeing double
And it zoom

[Bridge]
Yea, yeow
Yea
Yea, ooh
Boo

[Hook]
Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency
Yea, yea color outside the lines
And tune in to the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
And follow it to the frequency

Kid Cudi – Surfin’ lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Intro]
It’s a revolution
Hmm, yea, hmm, yea
Hmm, yea, yea, yea, yea
He-ee-ey, he-ee-ey

[Hook]
Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave
[Verse 1]
Tonight is a electrical
I done told y’all, this the cinema
I am on my Kubla Khan
Like a Spielberg Close Encounter form
Feeling awesome to be black, and I’m murking all competition
Making what I want and that’s a flex
Can’t do what you want, now ain’t that a bitch?
Slow up for no one when the show come
Magical feel in my palms
Make ’em dumb with them hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

[Hook]
Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

[Verse 2]
The industry is so full of shit
Welcome y’all to the enema
Nah man that’s subliminal
Cause they insecure, they know who they are
Feeling awesome to be black, and I’m murking all competition
Everything that I do is a flex
If you don’t get me, not my issue bitch
Slow up for no one when the show come
Got the magic in my palms
Man I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

[Hook]
Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

[Bridge]
Aaaayy, aaaayy, aaay, aaay

[Hook]
Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

[Bridge]
Aaaayy, aaaayy, aaay, aaay

[Outro]
Aaaay, aaay, nananaaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Aaah, aaaah, aaah
Aaah, aaaah, aaah
Aaah, aaaah, aaah


Red Velvet – Bad Dracula lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Seulgi] Boreumdal arae nal majuchimyeon ttak arabwa
Nollae kil saenggageun jeonhyeo eopseo eopseo Baby
[Yeri] Oneul bam dagaga saljjak mareul georeobolkka
[Wendy] Dachige haneun il jeoldae nan eopseo eopseo Baby

[Joy] Eomman nal Bad Dracula ([Irene] Yes I am)
Ramyeo deo museopge haera ([Irene] Yeah I know I know)
[Wendy] Geunde nan jogeum dalla (Ha)
Woah oo woah oo woah oo woah oo woah~

[All] Nan dalla rallalla Bad Dracula
Maeil rallalla Yeah ppalgan geon kechap
Mollae macha tago naga
Saramdeul soge sumeo Party Night
Rallalla Bad Dracula
Chumeul rallalla Yeah geuui mam Get ya
Meonjeo saljjak angineun nan
Geu saram pume sumeo Party Night

[Yeri] Nadu ara ara sasil nan (Bad Dracula)

[Wendy] Oneulkkajiman oneul haruman deo mannago sipeo
[Seulgi] Sonyeogachi nan johahaetdago cheossarangui gobaek

[Joy] Appan nal Bad Dracula ([Irene] Yes I am)
Ramyeo deo chagapge haera ([Irene] Yeah I know I know)
[Wendy] Geureoda jinjja tal na (Ha)
Woah oo woah oo woah oo woah oo woah~

[All] Nan dalla rallalla Bad Dracula
Maeil rallalla Yeah ppalgan geon kechap
Mollae macha tago naga
Saramdeul soge sumeo Party Night
Rallalla Bad Dracula
Chumeul rallalla Yeah geuui mam get ya
Meonjeo saljjak angineun nan
Geu saram pume sumeo Party Night

[Irene] Geuui meotjin dwismoseube banhan chae
Saramdeul soge I just wanna dance (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
[Yeri] Dare bichin dwityaegineun moreun che
Geuui pum soge I just wanna dance
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)

[Taeyeon] Sasil nan nan nan ([Seulgi] Bad Dracula)
Rallalla ([Seulgi] Yeah pyeongyeoneul kkaejwo)
Geopnaeji ma ireoke nan
[Joy] Jeulgigo sipeul ppuniya Party Night
(Wendy adlibs)
[All] Rallalla Bad Dracula
Chumeul rallalla Yeah geuui mam Get ya
Meonjeo saljjak angineun nan
Geu saram pume sumeo Party Night

(Seulgi & Wendy adlibs)
[Irene] Geuui meotjin dwismoseube banhan chae
Saramdeul soge I just wanna dance (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
[Yeri] Dare bichin dwityaegineun moreun che
Geuui pum soge I just wanna dance
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)


Rascal Flatts – What Hurts The Most lyrics

October 1, 2016

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I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then
And just let ’em out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again
I pretend I’m ok, but that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
Is what I was trying to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losin’ you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ it
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still harder
Gettin’ up, gettin’ dressed, livin’ with this regret, but I know
If I could do it over
I would trade, give away, show the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

Uhh hey yeaaaaaaaaah!

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do

Ohh ohh!

Gagong Rapper – Palasyo lyrics

October 1, 2016

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Ang puso syempre hindi parang alkansya
Ikaw ang babaeng pinag kakasya
Hindi ka pera pero ikaw ay mahal
Hindi ka ren si mura hinde ren si mahal

Parang ikaw ang juliet ang prinsesa sa palasyo
At sana ako si romeo na sa puso meron espasyo
At kesho sabi ng iba hindi daw bagay
Pero di lulunuken parang alak na tinagay
At sabagay alam kong tunay ang yong pag ibig
Hindi nilumot parang nasawang tubig
Lahat daig kahit kwento ni joe de mango
Pagtingin ko sayo hindi hindi to mag babago

Basta ang tanging hileng sana ako ay dalhen
Sa bahay oh kubo yan ay ayuz naren
Basta ikaw ang kasama sa pag lubog ng araw
At sa pag sikat sabay tayong tatanaw

Chorus:

Dadalhin kita saking palasyo
Dadalhin hangang langit ay manibago

Kilo verse:

First time I saw you pretty gurl
I got this feeling dat I curr
Nakita kita sa bus stop, suckin on a lollipop
My heart is beatin really fast I said wassup?

And then I ask miss anong pangalan mo
Pwede bang sumabay sayo
Pwede bang sumama ka at ng makilala ka
Para mababa na sha
Hindi ko napigil ang sarile ko
Para ma bababa ako

Sumabay sayo sasama san kaman patungo
Ang then she said come wid me feel my fantasy,
Dance wid me wid this melody, don’t step on me,
Follow me,
To my casstle g and you will see everything that you
Wanna see

Chorus:

Dadalhin kita saking palasyo
Dadalhin hangang langit ay manibago

Yawzi verse:

Pag ibig natin dalawa ay para bang itlog
Pag nabasag to wala na ang pag ka bilog
Ang iyong puso! Kelangan ko tong ingutun
Jus love me back, never kitang sasaktun

Utusan mo man ako na parang maid
Ng hinalikan mo ko gurl look what you made
Akoy na baliw ako sayoy na adik
Ikaw ang nag pagaleng saken parang medik

I love you, you love I, baligtaren mo man
Mamahalin kita maging ano ka man
Ikaw ang grace, sa gabe ikaw ang aking praise
I’m so lost, pag wala ka na parang maze

Ikaw paren lumipas man maraming taon
Mamatay ka man, hihiga sa tabe ng yong kabaong
Basta dalhen mo lang ako sayong palasho
Dyan nag wawakas ang sulat ni densho

Khoolet verse:

Pagibig na kaya itong aking nadarama
Pana ni kupido sa puso ko ata tumama
Mula nung pagkabata ngayon lang nalito
Kakaibang damdamin sa puso ko ay namuo

Ikaw na nga kaya ang matagal ng hinahanap
Ikaw na rin kaya ang sasagot saking pangarap
At kung iyan ay totoo ibibigay ko ng buo
Ihahandog ng puso ko lahat ng gusto mo

Sa king munting palasyo ikaw lang ang tinatanggap
Dadalhin sa alapaap wag ka sanang kukurap
At ng iyong makita bawat kislap ng mga tala
Lahat ng himala saking paraiso makikita

Chorus:

Dadalhin kita saking palasyo
Dadalhin hangang langit ay manibago

Whitney Houston – All At Once lyrics

October 1, 2016

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All at once,
I finally took a moment and I’m realizing that
You’re not coming back
And it finally hit me all at once
All at once,
I started counting teardrops and at least a million fell
My eyes began to swell,
And all my dreams were shattered all at once

Chorus:
Ever since I met you
You’re the only love I’ve known
And I can’t forget you
Though I must face it all alone
All at once, I’m drifting on a lonely sea
Wishing you’d come back to me
And that’s all that matters now
All at once, I’m drifting on a lonely sea
Holding on to memories
And it hurts me more than you know
So much more than it shows
All at once

All at once,
I looked around and found that you were with another love
In someone else’s arms,
And all my dreams were shattered, all at once
All at once
The smile that used to greet me brightened someone else’s day
She took your smile away
And left me with just memories, all at once

Chorus

All at once I’m drifting on a lonely sea,
Wishing you’d come back to me,
And it hurts me more then you know,
So much more than it shows,
All at once

The Wiggles – Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car lyrics

October 1, 2016

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Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’ll travel near and we’ll travel far
Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’re gonna ride the whole day long
Murray’s in the back seat
Playing his guitar
Murray’s in the back seat
Of the Big Red Car

Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’ll travel near and we’ll travel far
Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’re gonna ride the whole day long
Jeff is fast asleep
He’s havin’ a little rest
We’d better wake him up
So let’s all call out, “Wake Up, Jeff”

Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’ll travel near and we’ll travel far
Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’re gonna ride the whole day long
Anthony is eating
What’s he eating now?
He’s got so much food
What’s he eating now?

He’s eating apples and oranges
And fruit salad too

Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’ll travel near and we’ll travel far
Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’re gonna ride the whole day long

Emma is doin’ the driving
Singing, Scooby doo-wah

Emma is doin’ the driving
Of the Big Red Car

Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’ll travel near and we’ll travel far
Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car
We’re gonna ride the whole day long


John Legend – All Of Me lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Verse 1:]
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in and you kicking me out
You’ve got my head spinning
No kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind?
I’m on your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy
Don’t know what hit me but I’ll be alright

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head’s under water but I’m breathing fire
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

[Chorus:]
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, Oh

[Verse 2:]
How many times do I have to tell you?
Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too
The world is beating you down
I’m around through every mood
You’re my downfall, you’re my muse
My worst distraction, My rhythm and blues
I can’t stop singing, it’s ringing in my head for you

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fire
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

[Chorus:]
Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, Oh

[Bridge:]
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard

[Chorus:]
Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, Oh

Tove Lo – Habits lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Intro:]
Oh-Ooh
Oh-Ooh
Oh-Ooh

[Verse 1:]
I eat my dinner in my bathtub
Then I go to sexclubs
Watching freaky people gettin’ it on
It doesn’t make me nervous
If anything I’m restless
Yeah, I’ve been around and I’ve seen it all
I get home, I got the munchies
Binge on all my Twinkies
Throw up in the tub
Then I go to sleep
And I drank up all my money
Days get kinda lonely

[Chorus:]
You’re gone and I gotta stay
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe
I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life
To forget I’m missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

[Verse 2:]
Pick up daddies at the playground
How I spend my daytime
Loosen up the frown,
Make them feel alive
I’ll make it fast and greasy
I’m numb and way too easy

[Chorus:]
You’re gone and I gotta stay
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe
I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life
To forget I’m missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

[Bridge x2:]
Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun, aint got no end
Ooh
Can’t go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain
Ooh

[Chorus:]
You’re gone and I gotta stay
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe
I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life
To forget I’m missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Nicki Minaj – Only lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck’s sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don’t fuck with
I don’t fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin’
And tell ’em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]
I never fucked Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
If I did fuck, she’d be fucked up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses, with army guns
So think about, your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
Nigga now you see me, nigga now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully, with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only


Mark Ronson – Uptown Funk lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Verse 1]
This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one, for them hood girls
Them good girls
Straight masterpieces
Stylin’, wildin’
Livin’ it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Gotta kiss myself I’m so pretty

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad ’bout that money
Break it down

[Chorus]
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don’t believe me, just watch (come on)
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh!

[Verse 2]
Stop
Wait a minute
Fill my cup put some liquor in it
Take a sip, sign the check
Julio! Get the stretch!
Ride to Harlem, Hollywood, Jackson, Mississippi
If we show up, we gon’ show out
Smoother than a fresh jar o’ skippy

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Bitch, say my name you know who I am!
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad ’bout that money
Break it down

[Chorus]
Girls hit your hallelujah (hoo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah (hoo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah (hoo!)
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don’t believe me, just watch (come on)
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh!

[Verse 3]
Before we leave
Lemme tell y’all a lil’ something
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
I said Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
Come on, dance
Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
If you freaky then own it
Don’t brag about it, come show me
Come on, dance
Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
Well it’s Saturday night and we in the spot

[Chorus]
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don’t believe me, just watch (come on)
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh!

[Outro]
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up
Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)
Uptown Funk you up


Kimbra – Sweet Relief lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Kimbra]
What have I got to do?
(Gotta get through to you)
You know I want skin to skin
So gimme that sweet relief
What have I got to say?
What game have I got to play?
Don’t need love to live
Just gimme that sweet release

Gonna need to relax
Take a load off your back
Loosen up your mind
You don’t have to drive
Feel it up in your spine
We can wait for the…

Cool! Rush!
Come on we’re touching that adventure
Too! Much!
Tell me to stop, just wanna love somebody
[?]
High! Rush!
Feels so good when you give me that sweet relief

You only feel good to be
Right up close to me
Let your mind run so free
Give into the sweet relief, ooh!
95 on your back
Liquor ain’t cuttin’ it
Slow down underneath the speed
Just give into the sweet release

Yeah, baby there askin’ to re-attach
And tonight we’re gonna lead
Believe in the wounds, so do what you do
Wait for the, oooh!

Cool! Rush!
Come on we’re touching that adventure
Too! Much!
Tell me to stop, just wanna love somebody
[?]
High! Rush!
Feels so good when you give me that sweet relief

Ooh, ahh!
Touchin’ my body, ohh!
Oh, oh, ah!
Touchin’ my body!
Oh, babe! My!
Touchin’ my body!
Ohh! Ah!
Touchin’ my body!

(Ah! Hahaha….)

Kid Cudi – Surfin’ lyrics

October 1, 2016

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Kid Cudi:

Hmm, yea, hmm, yea
Hmm, yea, yea, yea, yea
He-ee-ey, he-ee-ey

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Tonight is a natural call
I done told y’all, this the cinema
I am on my Kubla Khan
Like a Spielberg Close Encounter form
Feeling awesome to be back, and I’m merking on competition
Making what I want and thats a flex
Give me one trip and I’ll leave with your bitch
Smoke with me when this shit on
Magical feel
I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

The industry is so full of shit
Welcome y’all to the enema
Nah man that’s subliminal
Cause they insecure, they know who they are
Feeling awesome to be back, and I’m working on competition
Everything that I do is a flex
If you don’t get me, not my issue bitch
[?] when the show come
Keep the magic in my palms
Man I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

Now I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Aaaah, aaaah, aaah, aaah

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Aaaay, aaay, nananaaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Aaah, aaaah, aaah
Aaah, aaaah, aaah

(Aaah, aaaah, aaah)


Curren$y – Traffic Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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(Intro)
Mashin, smashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Gas is, classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, mashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Hittin classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, catch a nigga
Mashin to where the cash is, live ass niggas in traffic, yea bitch
Smashin, couple live ass niggas in

(Verse 1)
Uh
Swervin on purpose tell her herb lit shit perfect
Chevy surfin, bout 12 over south side dippin in the line
Chicks hypnotized by my Dayton wires, how I slide
They say I got a one track mind
But I think about money and cars all the time
What I drive to the awards when it’s showtime
When it’s go time 13 inch Dayton’s like I’m skating on dimes
In my own lane, doing my own thang, stacking my own change
Rolling my own joints and I’m smoking my own strain
This a different cup I don’t drink what y’all drink
I’m just tryna fill up the bank and my gas tank
Never pay attention to what y’all think
I rather drop 300 on a Mulsanne
So I could drive to my nephew ball game
(Chorus) (X2)
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don’t ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea

Curren$y – Treat Em The Same Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Hook: Curren$y]
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
That’s just how the game played
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
No feds
That’s just how the game played

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dime a dozen, going comin’
Flossin’, stuntin’
Them hoes love it, want more of it
From the oven, dress
My sweatpants they the same brand as my luggage
High end chilling
Jet living, Sachs Fifthing
Shopping, sipping, kinda tipsy
Bumped into something bad walking past Tiffany & Co
By tonight I’ll have her doing as I say though
Four switches gold Daytons on my stagecoach
Pretty things classy hoes get slayed all the same
Got game from my big bro
Spitta in your house what’s the zip code
I Heard they got some freaky lil’ women next door
Fo sho
[Hook: Curren$y]
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
That’s just how the game played
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
No feds
That’s just how the game played

[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]
True player, true blues, true to the game
Hard floors, Rollie dial, golden champagne
Game recognize, the real realize
Rims on little tires, candy bowties
Parking lot landlords when we brang ’em out
Can’t take these ho’s to the crib, you know they’ll run they mouths
Got one tinted, pull it over when I dig her out
And roll me one, drop her off won’t even smoke her out
I got a bitch that will leave me almost every night
So bad bitches come and go when your money right
And I’m in Balmain like it’s Polo, all my Nikes is white
Oh I ain’t nothing nice, I’m trynna fuck tonight
Awnser that text just don’t miss this jet hoe
Still got old money, Jordan Retros
Never pressed but I’mma need it like the same day
Treat ’em all the same way, planes on the runway

[Hook: Curren$y]
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
That’s just how the game played
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
No feds
That’s just how the game played
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
That’s just how the game played
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
No feds
That’s just how the game played

[Outro: Curren$y]
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
Treat ’em all the same way
That’s just how the game played


Curren$y – Speculation Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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(Intro: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

(Verse 1: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but whats your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid

(Verse 3: Fiend)
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I’m focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain’t even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)
You could count my chips up

(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the


Curren$y – Insane Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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(Intro: Curren$y)
Live the life a nigga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a nigga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain’t tell ya but his bitch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo’
Sent ya bitch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain’t mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro

(Verse 1: Mr. Marcelo)
House full of bitches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea nigga we living
And all these bitches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain’t pitching
A real OG in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain’t no backing down
I used to make (?), now I make (?)
Hustle all night, pray all day I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol’ E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
Shit to real to be standing still so OG’s be chasing bags
(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them bitches insane, all them bitches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Look, I told that bitch, don’t be catching feelings and shit
Right after I hit, I’m mashing off in that new Benz
Motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain’t gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I’m not gon give a shit
I’m gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a nigga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I’m gon rep it
All these bitches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don’t slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat

(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them bitches insane, all them bitches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
Them bitches just after my fame


Curren$y – This Side Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Chorus: Curren$y]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Raised in the ways of G’s on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Was raised in the ways of G’s on this side

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Papers up niggas plotting, bitches watching
Dollars clocking, ballers spotting, seen me hop in
Impala’s dropping out the sky
Or so it seems cuz I got em out my crib in line by the 3’s
Nigga this is me, all I could ever be
All I could ever give you when I’m on these beats
Now I ease my way in the game avoiding the fleas
Big dog though when I scratch, I’m talking bout them G stacks
Triple OG sacks get lit, then tracks get ripped
Firing like pump pistol grips, blood on the bricks
Wash it off then sell that shit
Oh there’s a boss in the midst, can’t you smell his scent
You see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Tuck it or you won’t be leaving with it
Uh, you see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Oh you done stepped into some dealer shit
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Raised in the ways of G’s on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Was raised in the ways of G’s on this side

[Verse 3: C-Style]
Uh, block clicking got them chickens and them Desert Eag’s
Ten speed, before I ever whipped a V
I’m on the East with my G’s in the trenches
Rep long like trenches
Bending corners on them inches
Nigga this is the life that a lot of niggas kill fo’
Ya boys hating they all still broke
Get to the money nigga, what the fuck you think we here fo’
Aw shit nigga, here we go, peep the scenario
Pick ups and drop offs right in front the corner store
Overtime, on my grind gotta get the dough
Done seen a little now I want more
Going hard til they kick the door
I need a new coupe, a bad bitch with a Beyonce hair-do
G’d up at all times you know how I do
Left side when I ride, Harvey Blue

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Raised in the ways of G’s on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Was raised in the ways of G’s on this side


Curren$y – Anybody Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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(Chorus)
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could be somebody

(Verse 1)
They counted me out, I counted up, I counter punch
Upper cut, out the blue fucked em up
Copped a new coupe, so I could pull up on a bitch and tell her that we through
I thought you knew, ran into one thats way realer than you
Now watch me move, only money will I pursue
Oh I done paid dues, so much I probably paid for you
I ain’t tripping its cool, my young bitch said I’m dripping
She wipe the sauce off my shoes
I’m in the trap kitchen smoked out in this vocal booth
They ain’t want see me winning them haters turned off they tunes
Bigger than television bitch the underground rules
And now they see I did it on any level
Rolex bezel Ferraris and better
Yeah, Yeah
(Chorus)
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could be somebody

(Outro)
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Oh Lord now I walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe, I can’t believe
I used to dream about it, now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could
I guess all I’m saying anybody could
I guess all I’m saying anybody could
Anybody


Curren$y – All On One Tape Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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(Intro)
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like
(Verse 1)
I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

(Outro)
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord


Lil Durk – Perky’s Calling Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Intro]
Ay, I’m back on that ’07 shit, ya hear me
I think I’m the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

[Verse]
Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin’ quick like it’s fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin’ wit these goofys, niggas dyin’ for ’em
One call I’ll make my TV it’ll slide up
I press 1JB ’cause Zoo was callin’
I press 7 ’cause these goofys callin’ (Lets get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain’t Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Lets Get It ! Ls)
This nigga ‘pose to been my man but he was snitchin’ on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won’t think twice and I’ll blink you homie
We turn your address to a bitchuary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Lets get It)
And you know we did it you ain’t did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain’t said nothin’
Can’t name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco’s like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that’s why I’m solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain’t kill your mans and I don’t know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won’t none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang wit (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people thats the same shit
And they call them people that’s the same shit (Gang!)


Solange – Where Do We Go Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Verse 1]
Speakers off tonight
Turn off your headlights tonight
Don’t drive the road too slow
Don’t look too close tonight
This used to be ours, this used to be you and I’s
What used to be mine
Say your goodbyes

[Chorus]
And I don’t know where to go
No, I don’t know where to stay
Where do we go from here?
Do you know?
Where do we go from here?
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, ha ha
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, ha ha
[Verse 2]
We bowed our heads
We broke our bread that night
Shook our hands
Then conquer and divide
This used to be home
This used to be what we know
What used to belong
Now good and gone

[Chorus]
And I don’t know where to go
No I don’t know where to stay
Don’t know where to go
And I don’t know where to stay
Where do we go from here?
Do you know?
Where do we go from here?

[Outro (x4)]
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Tory Lanez – Bodmon Song Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Verse 1]
Shawty, you know how I’m strokin’ on it
When I pull up 4 in the mawning
We can smoke, girl, if you want it
We can smoke just roll up pon it
I do the things that you wann’ do
All of the things that you want too
Do anything cause I want you
Do anything cause I want you
Oh, pull up in designer
Girl, that body’s purer than water
Smell like Dasani
Sippin’ on Henny
‘Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can’t do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case infahmah wan’ come find mi
Smokin’ on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump ‘pon mi

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
[Verse 2]
When I pull up in dah mawning
Pure Hennessy we nah do no Gin & Tonic
Fuckin’ boi, dem dem wann’ find me
Fire fi dem, now we nah chill wit informants
No man ah make it from my ends
And no man ah tek way from my space
Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
Dis a bodmon song
Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah


A$AP MOB – Crazy Brazy Lyrics

October 1, 2016

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[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine on your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman

[Verse 2: Key!]
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
All my cousins, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy

[Verse 4: Key!]
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flocko, you on Flocka
You got girls [?]
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hands [?]
[?]
No who, what, where, why, when

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine in your mouth
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

[Verse 6: A$AP Twelvvy]
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin is a night years
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ [?], too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bicken Back I got mad hoes
Joey [?] might blast for me
Talk to [?] I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine in your mouth
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy


Kid Cudi – Surfin’ lyrics

October 1, 2016

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Kid Cudi:

Hmm, yea, hmm, yea
Hmm, yea, yea, yea, yea
He-ee-ey, he-ee-ey

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Tonight is a natural call
I done told y’all, this the cinema
I am on my Kubla Khan
Like a Spielberg Close Encounter form
Feeling awesome to be back, and I’m merking on competition
Making what I want and thats a flex
Give me one trip and I’ll leave with your bitch
Smoke with me when this shit on
Magical feel
I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

The industry is so full of shit
Welcome y’all to the enema
Nah man that’s subliminal
Cause they insecure, they know who they are
Feeling awesome to be back, and I’m working on competition
Everything that I do is a flex
If you don’t get me, not my issue bitch
[?] when the show come
Keep the magic in my palms
Man I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

Now I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Aaaah, aaaah, aaah, aaah

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Aaaay, aaay, nananaaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Aaah, aaaah, aaah
Aaah, aaaah, aaah

(Aaah, aaaah, aaah)


Kid Cudi – Frequency lyrics

October 1, 2016

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Kid Cudi:

Wicked
Wick wick
Wicked
Wicked awesome

Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency

Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple clubs and I’m in the zone
Rather take the party home
Took it in the groove
Wet sex passionate in a dark tomb
In a dark tomb
If it twine inside then hold tight never let it loose
Wet it up
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple girls make a nigga feel less lonely
I trust them, my riders
Easing my frequency
Curiosity, is the key to my frequency
Explore what you find
And now

Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency

Yea, yeow
Yea
Yea, ooh
Boo

I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m real close stroking in another room
Done up ’til sun up
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m real close stroking in another room
Wet and passionate
Real close, shed tears and the sweaty groove
And I love the love
Hot sweat in the sheets never speak on cue in the cyclone
Cyclone, wet uh
A couple trippy girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Now a couple nudes
Sucking boobs
Seeing double, seeing double
And it zoom

Yea, yeow
Yea
Yea, ooh
Boo

Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency
Yea, yea color outside the lines
And tune in to the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule

(And follow it to the frequency)

Masicka – Make Moves Lyrics

September 30, 2016

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(Verse 1)
Meck mi tell you bout mi feeling
Feel like tell you bout mi feeling
Money stock to the sealing
Wonder if mi dreaming
Spend 5-G this morning
Meck it back by this evening

Gangster do real thing
Like Mommy haffi alright
Everything lock that a teething
When mi seh bleaching a nuh nadinola
Mi tell mi son a daddy goah

Don’t rich like Leeching
Mi nuh frighten fi clean skin
Mi nuh frighten fi jeanstring
A f**k gyal long time
From mi a sneak out and a sneak in
A pastor do preaching

My talk a nuh cheap talk
Suh mi naw go deh meeting
A ground mi use to sleep king
Wa that roof leaking
Money mi waan mi nuh need kin
Pocket swell like a bee sting

(Chorus)
Wi deh pon another level now
Know star when mi si star
Mi look in a the mirror, mi ready now

Take wi light last year
F**ker dem try stop the plane
Wi a meck move, wi a meck new
Pu**y dem still a meck noise

Wi a meck move fi go meck food
Pu**y dem still a meck noise

(Verse 2)
Life goes on, suh the fight goes on
And mi fall from the worst
Dem try fi bury mi
Food a eat and some on
And mi rise from the done
Money haffi meck hi nuh
So I have to work
Nuh tek and don’t, wi tek off dem gyal skirt
We feeling happy meck feelings hurt
Suh mi smoke and just fly
Mi not feeling hurt
Mankind too wicked, watch the pu**y dem a lurk
Be-careful dem wi kill you fi a shirt
Ask the sun, ask the moon, mi a star from birth
Dollars pon dollars dem gyal a got to twerk

(Repeat Chorus)

Sean Paul – Crick Neck ft. Chi Ching Ching Lyrics

September 30, 2016

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(Intro)
Yow Sean Paul
Yow Chi Ching
Da one yah a fi the girls dem
Yow Chimney

(Verse 1)
Come and a talk bout you fitness, fitness, fitness, fitness
Man a pull up a you yard like a Jehovah Witness, witness, witness, witness
Inna you likkle tight shorts and a show off you thickness, thickness, thickness, thickness
Every man weh a pass seh you have dem a crickneck, crickneck, crickneck, crickneck
Crick neck

(Chorus)
My girl just whine up you body
how off you self
Fulljoy the vibes
And get reckless
Get bruk vibe, shake up you chest
Inevitable that you a go enjoy yourself

Girls bubbling ma champagne
Bubbling ma boss
This pretty girl put a bubble in ma heart

Get burk vibes, shake up you chest
Inevitable that you a go enjoy yourself
Crickneck, crickneck, crickneck

(Verse 2)
The way how shi a whine husband a left wife
A gyal buss a slick mi seh Jesus Christ
Mi get a new gyal tonight a fi mi choice
Mi hear gyal a sell mi seh whats the price

Crickneck
Wait deh think a the kyrapractor
Mi neck feel like she mi need a doctor
The gyal just pass and is like it fracture
Body strong like a tractor

(Repeat Chorus 2X)


DJ SpinKing Featuring 50 Cent, Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign – This Big Lyrics

September 30, 2016

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(Intro)
DJ SpinKing
Dolla $ign

(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
You only had a few ni**as
You ain’t rachet like them other bi**hes
You ain’t got a no kids
You say you’ve never had a d**k this big
A dick this big
Said she never had a d**k this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a d**k this big

(Verse 1 – Jeremih)
Give ’em long d**k, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, f**king up her stomach
Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashing
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – 50 Cent)
Go head ask about me, she gon say I’m the s**t
I pop pills and I f**ked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pu**y is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pu**y an hour
Ay, these bi**hes f**k with me, wanna see em?
They’ve been all in my DM, ni**a AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bi**h get to thinking
I should f**k with a real ni**a
Come up with a real ni**a
Live it up with a real ni**a
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the s**t, weight, wait

(Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Girl take off them panties
I’m a grown man, understand me
Yeah hit her with the long d**k
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bi**h, make her say owww
I be stroking
You ni**as jacking off with lotion, ugh
Ni**as looking for a handout
Your bi**h on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
Come on
Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
Spin we up