Tag: Brad Pitt


Young Jeezy – Welcome Back Lyrics


Yeah, I told you niggas
Welcome back, yeah niggas
Welcome back, I told y’all I was coming back niggas
Welcome back, I want it down below, homies, let’s go

Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is stuntin’ on you hoes

Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m stuntin’ on these hoes

Been on my grizzy but now I’m back in the place
And if you show me the money I’ll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain’t got mo money I’ll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back

Guess what I don’t give a f*ck
None of these niggas real as me, I think I might line ’em up
f*ck you, man, he ain’t shit, what you say? Suck a dick
‘Scuse me if I’m bein’ rude, let me check my attitude

‘Scuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude?
Can’t stand the rapper niggers thinking that it’s trap a nigga
These never ever, never ever, never had a pack niggas
I’m tellin’ you what they do to you

What’s happening? Wut up dude?
I’ve been done, you too slow
I’m too fast, movin’ like slim fast
Keep my Ronald Williams cash in a black Chevy bag

Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is stuntin’ on you hoes

Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m stuntin’ on these hoes

Been on my grizzy but now I’m back in the place
And if you show me the money I’ll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain’t got mo money I’ll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back

So kind, so kind, thank you very much
What the f*ck is goin’ on? Actin’ like I lost touch
I ain’t never lost touch, dam’ sure ain’t lost much
Mater of fact I still got it, yeah you know I’m still ballin’

Catch me in my black T but I’m a business man

Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plan
Young what your dentist plan, none your f*ckin’ business man
What’s wrong with your p*ssy niggas, needin’ my opinions, man

Okay, here we go again
Street status necessary, start talking blow again
Got that bureau if the niggas sellin’ blow again
Streets think it’s necessary that a nigga blow a man

Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is stuntin’ on you hoes

Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m stuntin’ on these hoes

Been on my grizzy but now I’m back in the place
And if you show me the money I’ll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain’t got mo money I’ll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back

In my yayo in my kitchen, sky storch every where
White fat black top, Kung Foo Panda bear
Call me sense, I got the taiquondo
My Angelina shit, I want that Brad Pitt dough

I said it’s so funny, same time snow money
Ain’t nuthin’ funny, bitch, I’m on my money shit
A movie star bitch, we can make our own flick
I just came to beat it down, you play with your own shit

Yeah, okay, I’m ’bout to wild out
Call it a V neck, why? Took a nine out now
750 luck, 750 head
Bitch, I don’t even know what 750 is

Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who’s back and he is stuntin’ on you hoes

Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m shinin’ on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I’m back and I’m stuntin’ on these hoes

Been on my grizzy but now I’m back in the place
And if you show me the money I’ll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain’t got mo money I’ll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back

Yeah, I told you niggas, right


Wise Guys – Es Ist Nicht Immer Leicht Lyrics


Ich wäre gern viel größer, ich hätte gern mehr Geld
Ich würde gern mehr reisen, am liebsten um die ganze Welt
Ich hätte gerne blaue Augen und etwas mehr Gelassenheit
Ich würd’ gern Menschenleben retten, ich hätte gern mehr Zeit

Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal ist es sogar sauschwer
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal wär’ ich lieber sonst wer

Ich hätte gern blonde Haare, ich wäre gern topfit
Ich wäre gern viel schöner, ich wäre gern Brad Pitt
Dann hätt’ ich Kohle ohne Ende, ein Riesenhaus am Strand
Auf einem herrlichen Gelände, und teure Bilder an der Wand

Dann läg’ ich abends um sieben noch in der Sonne am Pool
Und alle würden mich lieben, ich wäre einfach saucool
Ich hätte 25 Diener und ein riesengroßes Bett
Und darin läg’ die Angelina, das wär doch irgendwie nett

Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal wär ich lieber Brad Pitt
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, doch für Brad ist das Leben echt ein Hit

Aber lauter Paparazzi machen sich an Angelina ran
Und ganz bestimmt hat sie zu Haus allein die Hosen an
Der arme Brad muss parieren, während Angelina lenkt
Und dauernd Kinder adoptieren, ich bin mir sicher das auch er oft denkt

It isn’t always easy being me, it isn’t always easy being me
It isn’t always easy being me, sometimes it’s almost like a nightmare
It isn’t always easy being me, it isn’t always easy being me
It isn’t always easy being me, sometimes ich wäre rather sonstwer

Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal ist es sogar sauschwer
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal wär’ ich lieber sonst wer

Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal ist es sogar sauschwer
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein
Es ist nicht immer leicht ich zu sein, manchmal wär’ ich lieber sonst wer


Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much lyrics


I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius-you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

Yeah

You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon baby tell me-you must be jokin’, right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch now now
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much
Ah yeah yeah

Okay, so what do you think you’re Elvis or something…
Whatever
That don’t impress me


The Weeknd – Starboy (VEVO Presents Show At L.A. Hangar Studios) (Live)


I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin’ hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy


The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (On The Voice Season 11) (Live)


[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…


The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk)


[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…


Weeknd – Starboy lyrics


I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yeah
Main bitch out of your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean up with her face, man
I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me I don’t see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that roadster SV, ah
Pockets over weight getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king that’s a far cry
I come alive in the fall time I
No competition I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean up with her face, man
I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don’t see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall
Took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
Hundred on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love we just pray for cars

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean up with her face
Man I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don’t see your shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy


Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much


I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius
you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much

Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don’t impress me
That don’t impress me


The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (Starboy Album)


I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin’ hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy


The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (Lyric Video)


[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…


Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much letras

October 28, 2016

Lyrics

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I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius
you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much

Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don’t impress me
That don’t impress me


The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (On SNL) (Live) letras

October 3, 2016

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[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…


The Weeknd feat. Daft Punk – Starboy Lyrics

September 30, 2016

Lyrics

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(Verse 1)
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bi**h out your league too, ah
Side bi**h out of your league too, ah

(Pre Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 2)
Every day a ni**a try to test me, ah
Every day a ni**a try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

(Pre Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 3)
Let a ni**a Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

(Pre – Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy