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Little Mix – Strip lyrics




[Chorus: Jade, Leigh-Anne, (Jesy) & Perrie]
Take off all my make-up ’cause I love what’s under it
Rub off all your words, don’t give a uh, I’m over it
(Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this)
Finally love me naked, sexiest when I’m confident

[Verse 1: Jade & Perrie]
You say I ain’t pretty
Well, I say I’m beautiful, it’s my committee
Say we too provocative
Still look at me, look at me, look at me, yeah
Come for my girls, you blind
Daily Mail ratin’, mañana a la noche
I don’t owe you nothin’
Nah, I don’t give a, no, not anymore

[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne w/ All, All & Jesy]
(Ah-ooh)
If you got little boobs, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
If you got a big ass, grab it, grab it grab it, grab it, grab it (Ah-ooh)
If you got nothing, babe, rock it
It’s your life, go get it, if you want it
Up in the mirror like, “Aw, yeah”
Lovin’ my figure like, “Aw, yeah”
When I’m slim or I’m thick, I’m like, “Aw, yeah”
Swear I’ma kill ’em like ah

[Chorus: Jade & All]
Strip!
Take off all my make-up ’cause I love what’s under it
Rub off all your words, don’t give a uh, I’m over it
Strip!
Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this
Finally love me naked, sexiest when I’m confident (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Post-Chorus: Perrie, All & Jesy]
I ain’t scared anymore
My body outta control (Strip!)
Baby, I know that you love dis, dis, dis, dis
I know I’m a hot bitch, bitch
Gotta do what you want
If they love it or they don’t (Strip!)
I know you ain’t ready for dis, dis, dis, dis
Baby, take it off (Strip!)
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 2: Leigh & Jesy]
Love who you wanna
Don’t give a damn if it’s a man or a woman
Wanna talk about colour?
It’s the skin that I’m in, yeah, I get from my mama (Uh-huh)
I’m a woman, don’t test me
Baby, I’m growing, my stretch-marks are sexy
I don’t owe you nothing
Nah, I don’t give a, no, not anymore

[Pre-Chorus: Jade w/ All, All & Sharaya J]
(Ah-ooh)
If you got little boobs, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it (Facts)
If you got a big ass, grab it, grab it grab it, grab it, grab it (Ah-ooh, fat)
If you got nothing, babe, rock it
It’s your life, go get it, if you want it

[Chorus: Jesy & All]
Strip!
Take off all my make-up ’cause I love what’s under it (Huh!)
Rub off all your words, don’t give a uh, I’m over it
Strip!
Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this
Finally love me naked, sexiest when I’m confident (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Post-Chorus: Perrie, All & Sharaya J]
(Strip!)
I ain’t scared anymore
My body outta control (Strip!)
Baby, I know that you love dis, dis, dis, dis
I know I’m a hot bitch, bitch (Strip!)
Gotta do what you want (Girl, yes)
If they love it or they don’t (That’s right)
I know you ain’t ready for dis, dis, dis, dis (Sharaya J)
Baby, take it off

[Verse 3: Sharaya J]
First of all, you got to love who you are
Don’t less social media tear you apart
H.B.I.C., I’m Benji in charge
I’m ready and I got a hundred bars
I don’t care if you got a hundred cars
I don’t care if you got a hundred mil’
‘Cause even if you had a hundred deals
That money won’t buy you that confidence will
Skrrt, pull up with the drip (With the drip)
Got juice (Got juice), take a sip (Take a sip)
I’m self (Uh-huh) serious (What, what?)
Lil’ Mix in a mix period (Period)
Still a cover girl, even with no makeup
Live your best life, even with your A-cups
I don’t gotta act, I just gotta be me
Put me on a track, I’ma ride like Kiki (Ayy)

[Chorus: Leigh-Anne & All]
Strip!
Take off all my make-up ’cause I love what’s under it
Rub off all your words, don’t give a uh, I’m over it
Strip!
Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this
Finally love me naked, sexiest when I’m confident
Take off all my make-up ’cause I love what’s under it
Rub off all your words, don’t give a uh, I’m over it (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Strip!
Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this
Finally love me naked, sexiest when I’m- (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Strip!




Nick Young Responds To Iggy Azalea Scorched Earth On Twitter




Nick Young reacts to Iggy Azalea scorch earth remarks about him on Twitter.

The NBA star and the “Fancy” rapper broke up last year after he went and knock up his ex-girlfriend and baby mama. Their split came just a few months after his teammate D’Angello Russell outed him with a video posted on social media. The breakup was bitter and the two haven’t been on speaking terms since then. Last weekend, Nick Young and Iggy Azalea were spotted dining at the same restaurant in Los Angeles. Rumors started circulated on social media that the pair are getting back together but that is not the case.

Iggy fired off a series of tweets towards a reported from the Daily Mail and Nick Young was the center of his fire. “Ryan Smith @ TheDailyMail i hope all your christmas gifts contain boxes of dried up chips of dog s–t for trying to imply i would EVER, EVER have a dinner date with my ex who created a full human behind my back,” she tweeted before saying one last thing, “I hope all your candy canes break before you get to take them out of the wrapper for the rest of your life.”

RELATED: Iggy Azalea Blames Album Delay on Nick Young Breakup

Iggy Azalea arrived at the restaurant around 3 hours before her famous ex-boyfriend and his friends got there. She left a short while after he arrived. “The unfortunate thing about LA is there are not that many places people eat. You can be in the middle of one of the most important dinner meetings of your life; and randomly your ex and all his friends walk in the same place,” she later added in another tweet.

Nick Young has since responded while clearly holding back a lot of things he had on his chest. “I was going to go in but imma chill,” he tweeted. “Let it go.”

The unfortunate thing about LA is there are not that many places people eat. You can be in the middle of one of the most important dinner meetings of your life; and randomly your ex and all his friends walk in the same place.

— IGGY AZALEA (@IGGYAZALEA) December 18, 2017

I was going to go in but imma chill ….

— Nick Young (@NickSwagyPYoung) December 18, 2017


Tyga – 100s (feat. Chief Keef & A.E.)


[Hook: Chief Keef]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Running up the set, throwing up the set, bitches on set (Yeah)
Got bitches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me bitch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me bitch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele

[Hook: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

[Verse 2: A.E.]
Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and nobu
Drunk off the sake and the [??] juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-[??]
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move

[Hook: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it


Tyga – 100’s lyrics


[Hook: Chief Keef]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Running up the set, throwing up the set, bitches on set (Yeah)
Got bitches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me bitch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me bitch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele

[Hook: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

[Verse 2: A.E.]
Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and nobu
Drunk off the sake and the [??] juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-[??]
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move

[Hook: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it


TYGA – 100’s lyrics


Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Running up the set, throwing up the set, bitches on set (Yeah)
Got bitches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me bitch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me bitch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and noble
Drunk off the [??] and the [??] juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you

Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-[??]
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it


100s – Chief Keef featuring Tyga lyrics


Lyrics Tyga – 100s

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it.

Running up the set, throwing up the set, b*tches on set (Yeah)
Got b*tches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me b*tch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me b*tch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
b*tches come this way, b*tches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele.

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids versuri-lyrics.info
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it.

Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and noble
Drunk off the sake and the .. juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you.

Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-..
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move.

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch ittt.
Tyga lyrics
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