Tag: DJ


Tee Grizzley – Gave That Back Lyrics (feat. Baby Grizzley)


[Tee Grizzley:]
Ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with niggas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap (Grrah)
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

[Baby Grizzley:]
Ayy, my nigga Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy)
Uber in whip caves, five stars, get a top lift
If I gotta stand tall, I’ma drop shit
Westside, thirty on the Weston, call it Glocksmith (Boom)

[Tee Grizzley:]
We come from that cloth that they don’t make no more (They don’t)
Text your bitch like, "Pop out," she text back, you made her stay at home (This ho ass)
Baby Grizz and Momma Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here)
Ridin’ in that SRT Demon but them angels close, I ain’t alone

[Baby Grizzley:]
Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon’ spray that doe
Opp know ain’t shit they can do, they ain’t gon’ save that doe (That’s it)
Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho
Told that lil’ bitch to bring her friends, I don’t date alone

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you? (What?)
I got that Drac alone
Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don’t play that song
All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone
Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones

[Baby Grizzley:]
Pull up in them Lamb’ trucks trippin’, got like eight poles
Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it’s a Drac show
Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on
Let my O.G. out, can’t wait to put my nigga Blaze on
Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, nigga)
Ayy, now it’s eight hunnid and twenty plus
All shops, thirty pokin’, givin’ twenty up
Go get me a water, bitch I’m rollin’ like a twenty bud

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, at the Waldorf eatin’ on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here)
On the jet I’m wearin’, red lights stop but she gon’ go up here (She goin’)
All my shooters smart but if you play, they gon’ act slow up here (What?)
Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz)
Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.)
I don’t wanna drive the Lamb’ today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy yo, pull up)
You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes)
And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr)

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with niggas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

DJ on the beat so it’s a banger


Nick Brewer – Warning Light Lyrics (feat. Stormzy)


[Refrain]
'Cause we’re here all night getting warm inside
They know what I mean nobody leaving 'til it's morning time
Let ’em fall in line, it's not a boring vibe
When your hands all clash and the cameras flash like a warning light
Like a warning light

[Verse 1: Nick Brewer]
Mind my boat
Big sea I'm just tryna float
Miss me it's no matter though
Sign I was thinking time to go
Let 'em inside they ain't getting a ride
When I get ripe I'll be setting a vibe
Never the type to be fretting a guys
Jekyll and Hyde got nothing to bribe, whoa
Bet it won't show
I ain’t scheming don’t know
I ain't leaving don’t go
Break even no dough
Flow like a bounce on a Pogo
Going up and down like a low blow
Have another round
I just want to shut it down like it won't close

[Chorus]
But why you never dance for?
Why you never dance for?
Even when the DJ's playing the song that you asked for
Get up on the dance floor, please don't make me ask more
I just want to see you move your feet don’t wanna start war
[Post-Chorus]
Why you never dance for?
Even when the DJ's playing the song that you asked for
Get up on the dance floor
I just want to see you move your feet don't wanna start war

[Refrain: Nick Brewer]
'Cause we're here all night getting warm inside
They know what I mean nobody leaving 'til it's morning time
Let 'em fall in line, it's not a boring vibe
When your hands all clash and the cameras flash like a warning light
Like a warning light

[Verse 2: Stormzy]
Yo, why you come to the dance if you ain't gonna dance?
Come late night creep girl, come take a chance
(Come creep with us)
Got girls in the ends, got girls up in France
(Bonjour)
She loves me, can't do what I do and I do what they can't
(I do what they can't)
Stiff choco
(Yeah?)
Rolled up with Reese in the Rocco
(True)
I just came into vibes and wave with the girls in the rave when a shout out yella
But live and let live it's all good here

(All good here)
Boss in the club you be good here
(You good here)
Why you just stood there?
(Why?)
Wait, why you wearing your hood here?
[Refrain: Nick Brewer]
'Cause we're here all night getting warm inside
They know what I mean nobody leaving 'til it's morning time
Let 'em fall in line, it's not a boring vibe
When your hands all clash and the cameras flash like a warning light

[Chorus]
But why you never dance for?
Why you never dance for?
Even when the DJ's playing the song that you asked for
Get up on the dance floor, please don't make me ask more
I just want to see you move your feet don't wanna stop, woah

[Verse 3: Nick Brewer]
Come down when they been up
Sign that they wanna wheel up
Wanna tell replay with the beat thump
Tryna believe that I'm fine on my feet
But I'm signing no prenup
Spitting a rhyme no need, bud
Giving the time no speed up
Think I'm shy no diva
Living my life they might be living a lie don't believe ya
And I don't hear what they say
See them eyeing on the come up
Forgotten about the same day
No dough but I wanna make change
Solo but I've got a brainwave
Low, low, never showboat
No goad on the game face
[Chorus]
But why you never dance for?
Why you never dance for?
Even when the DJ's playing the song that you asked for
Get up on the dance floor, please don't make me ask more
I just want to see you move your feet don't wanna start war

[Post-Chorus]
Why you never dance for
Even when the DJ's playing the song that you asked for
Get up on the dance floor
I just want to see you move your feet don't wanna start war

[Refrain: Nick Brewer]
'Cause we're here all night getting warm inside
They know what I mean, nobody leaving 'til it's morning time
Let 'em fall in line, it's not a boring vibe
When your hands all clash and the cameras flash like a warning light
Like a warning light


Wstrn – Armagidion Lyrics (feat. Sai So)


[Intro: Haile]
In my zone
Ayy, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lеmme see what you’re really on

[Verse 1: Louis Rei]
Ah, ah, ah, I need a milly (I need)
Nah billy, niggy, nah rеally
I just wan’ palm trees and palm titty (Ha)
Straight shots of Hennessy I’m litty (Woah)
Ma how you gettin’ me home, nah really? (Really)
Darg tryna get me a bone, wan’ kitty?
Parked up gettin’ some dome, yuh nah see me (Why?)
Got tints, don’t trip, just lick it (Lick it, lick it, lick it)
Yo, I heard niggas talkin’ loose but really they ain’t into all that (All that)
Before I lean on you nigga fall back (Back)
If it’s that, I’ll switch like

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lemme see what you’re really on

[Verse 2: Sai So]
Put me on a track, I’ll put his face on a shirt
Twenty five on my wrist and I ain’t never been work
We’re the best team, I could never convert
Babe prayed I would change but I’ve never been worse
Slow down, you don’t know me like that, buddy
Probably one of them, when we light that scotty
Got a boyfriend, I don’t mind that, honey

I’ll put that little nerd in a bin
I ain’t gotta call for a thing, I got it on me right now
No I ain’t playin’ with them
Yeah I might rap, but bro I ain’t nothin’ like these rappers
‘Cause mums I ain’t playin’ pretend (Mums I ain’t playin’ pretend)

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lemme see what you’re really on

[Verse 3: Akelle Charkes]
Yo, I do the dam thing
I was on that damn wing
Word was I ran up in a yard with a hand ting
All that chit chat, what is that? (Huh?)
I’ve been gang, people know that I’m pressin’ if it’s-
I told these niggas I’ll be out here ’til the cars come
I’ll be out here with a ting that’s got a ’round bum
Shorty, figure lookin’ naughty
A bad boy, man she know I keep a .40
Five in the mornin’, I was in the field, not a corn ting
If I’m being real it’s a corn ting (Corn him, corn that)
Mi nuh inna talk, I don’t talk that
Nigga drop me off and I’ll walk back
All that

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lemme see what you’re really on


Cassie – In Love With The DJ Lyrics


Play this song

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ
I do whatever he tells me
So tell me that ain’t love
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ
I’m speedin’ out on the freeway
He’s the only one who can help me
So point me to the club
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ

[Verse 1]
I went from zero to sixty in like two point five
So you know I can’t wait to get inside
I hear the base line knockin’
And everybody’s out on the floor
I sashay in my stilettos, the bright red pair
Plus it took me two hours just to do my hair
I see my girls at the table with like three more bottles to go
Not to mention I’m in love with the DJ…

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ
I do whatever he tells me
So tell me that ain’t love
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ
I’m speedin’ out on the freeway
He’s the only one who can help me
So point me to the club
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ

[Verse 2]
He hopped on the turn tables just to play my jam
He dropped the beat and I put up my hands
I see a lot of girls dancin’ but I know he played that record for me
(Hey DJ, play the record for me)
I got all the boys jockin’ but I need my space
It turns me on when he turns up that base
I’m in the middle of the club, I don’t care about the V.I.P
Because I’m in love with the DJ…

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ
I do whatever he tells me
So tell me that ain’t love
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ
I’m speedin’ out on the freeway
He’s the only one who can help me
So point me to the club
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ

[Bridge]
She don’t want to leave the party
She’s with the DJ
And you can’t get her off the floor
(Hey, I’m in love with the DJ)
She don’t want to leave the party
She’s with the DJ
And you can’t get her off the floor
(Hey, I’m in love with the DJ)

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ (I think I might be in love)
I do whatever he tells me (whatever, whenever, however)
So tell me that ain’t love (you can’t tell me that ain’t love)
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ…


Fredo Bang – Big Steppa Lyrics (feat. Sada Baby)


Ain’t that DJ chose over there that
Look like DJ chose
You have reached the voicemail box of

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper
I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide niggas
Screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

Yeah yeah yeah yeah pull it out my pocket like I’m reachin for my cell phone
Did it with my mans so who the f*ck you bout to tell on
Blasting in a zipper we ain’t talkin bout no head phones
Yeah I got 5
Put that on your cousin cause the bitch ain’t worth a dime
When I’m in the city tell them pussies stay insde
Just like melly I got murda on my mind

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper

I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide niggas
Screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

He slime he ain’t my kind them niggas dien that’s on god I got dracs
Got 45s bout them bitches match my vibe hmm on that type of time
2 shots flip your ride 10 more and they live
Well catch the niggas outside he don’t care about his life
We gon send him home that’s what he wants scary sight
Skuba in the cut with double cups and extra pipes
I’m scopin I’m snipin and I got on all my ice what it do

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper
I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide
Niggas screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin


Megan Thee Stallion – Movie Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk)


(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Take a shot, then turn the phone and shit, give me that D’USSÉ dick
’42, ho, Azul make me do some crazy shit
f*cked him good, now he shakin’, call that nigga crazy legs
Mixin’ blue with the green hundreds, that shit look like crazy bread
That ain’t my man, but that’s my man, though, so watch your hands, ho
He tryna holler when you ain’t looking, just stop shakin’ his hand, bro
Told that nigga give me the money, don’t know what you playin’ for
This expensive, don’t be touchin’ on what you ain’t payin’ for
Eat my coochie, let’s make a movie, nigga
I’m talkin’ ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
My p*ssy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it, ah

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Baow, baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that

Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don’t put your tongue on it
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can’t pull on it
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don’t it?
Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
Order bottles, I don’t even drink, I know the hood want it
Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
Bounce your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
Shake your boobies, uh, I’m like a groupie, bitch
That lil’ bitch never turn down money, I don’t give a f*ck who she with
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off

Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Ayy)
Shake that

All of that talking in circles, just save it (Yeah)
I don’t wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (Huh?)
He gotta go if he ain’t comin’ with it
Me and a broke nigga ain’t getting entangled (Ah)
I want a Birkin-‘kin-‘kin-‘kin (‘Kin-‘kin)
Finna find out that SSN
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Get what I want, then I go missing (Ah)
He send a text, say he mad at me, why? (Why?)
He tryna FaceTime and you know I decline
I don’t call you when you be with them hoes
So don’t blow me up when you see I’m with mine (Baow)
Thinking you player, she gon’ air you out when she mad, hmm (Spazz, nigga)
And I don’t kiss you ’cause I know you eating ass, yeah (Ah, ah, ah)
You getting beside yourself, find yourself ‘fore I make you hide yourself
Who the f*ck pumpin’ these bitches? Bitches is ass just like they hydrogel (Just like they hydrogel)
I see how your mama felt, finna go find my belt
Try pull my card and get dealt
Bad bitches get good gifts and that’s word to the ride I’m in, ah

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Yeah)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty


Sfera Ebbasta – Gangang Lyrics (feat. Lil Mosey)


[Testo di "Gangang" ft. Lil Mosey]

[Intro: Sfera Ebbasta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Money Gang, Money Gang

[Strofa 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
Sai che vengo da là
Piccolo quartiere poco fuori città
Fumavo le canne nel parchetto coi fra'
Qua ci si fa grande e lo sai già come va
C'è chi se ne va e chi resta là
Volevamo fare i soldi come i DJ
Farci quelle tipe che vedi su Playboy
Invece il mio amico sta impazzendo con lei
Non esce più con noi
Soldi e tipe vanno e vengono, la gang è questa (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Me la tatuo anche in testa
Ti ho rivista e, giuro, mi sembravi diversa (Eh, еh, eh, eh)
Ma sei sеmpre la stessa

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei

[Strofa 2: Lil Mosey]
Up all night, it's like three in the morn' (In the morn')
But I don't take drugs no more (Uh)
In the back of the coupe, and I f*ck so slow (Skrrt, skrrt)
I found her in the club (Lil' bitch)
Hop in the stu' with some Benjamins (Bands)
I'm with my brothers, I don't got no friends (No)
I can't lose, I'm tryna win (Win)
Nigga was broke, but that was back then (Back then)
I got the drip like Marcelo (Marcelo)
Just took a jet to Milano (Milano)
I just brought my city euros (Euros)
They say I'm a hood hero

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
So I say
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei


Dj Aligator – Davaj Davaj Lyrics


In the beginning there was a word
The word has generated a rhythm
The rhythm has given a life to movement
The bass has inhaled force in movement
And a name to this force – DJ aligator..

Hands of a hand! (hands up?)

In the year 2004
Two mighty generals
Clashed on the battlefield of dance
From the east came MC Vspishkin
And from the west – DJ aligator
Only the dancefloor can judge them
So people, put your hands up!!
When I say:

Hands of a hand!

Hands of a hand!

Give give! Give give!

Give give!
Above a hand lift!

Give give!

DJ aligator and MC вспышкин
Will make you счястливыми!

It is our house!
Your energy is necessary to us!
Well shake задницей!

Give give!
You’ve got me in the zone
I know you home alone
Hit me with your silicone..

Give give!
I’m just a silly man
I got my titty hands
Ladies need to understand

Give give!
And now is do or die
You can suck me dry
How you want it cutie pie

Give give!
Thank you for the freeky show
I can see that you could go
But now it time for me to go..

Hands of a hand! x2

Give give! x2

Give give!
Above a hand lift!

Give give!
Put the hands up in the sky

Give give! x3


Craig David – No Holding Back Lyrics


Betcha thought we’d never do it like that
Giving you something, something that you never had
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back
When we bounce from the front to the back
All of my DJ should’ve known that
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back

Different girls, different nights
I learn about the city lights
When it came to relationships
Not a girl seem to get it right
Yeah, I used to hesitate
Now I don’t wanna wait
No more, no more, no more, no more

I know that I’ve been away and that’s a fact
Please don’t get me wrong
But I don’t wanna be the player that ends up all alone
And now that I have you in my heart, in my life
I’m here to get my all

I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back

Girl, you shine so bright
Yeah now I’ve seen the light
When I’m with you it’s just like
Them other girls they fade to white

When a girl like you comes by
You gotta think about what’s right
You know, you know, you know, you know

I know that I’ve been away and that’s a fact
Please don’t get me wrong
But I don’t wanna be the player that ends up all alone
And now that I have you in my heart, in my life
I’m here to get my all

I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back

(I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding)
No holding back
(I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding)
No holding back

Betcha thought we’d never do it like that
Giving you something, something that you never had
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back
When we bounce from the front to the back
All of my DJ should’ve known that
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back


Alexandra Stan – Coco Banana Lyrics


Give me something sexy for the gyal
Give me something smooth for the gyal
DJ, what time is it?

Baby girl, come let it out
Get yourself another round
Show them what it’s all about
Win the crowd, win, win the crowd
Mojitos on the rocks
Shake your goodies on the floor
Make some waves, lose control
Rock the boat, rock, rock, rock the boat

We lift some tequila
Sex on la playa
But don’t tell my mama
‘Bout the coco banana

Coco banana
‘Bout the coco banana
Coco banana

Ay, enjoy yourself
All night, party all night

Spend the money for my rent
I’ll be sleeping in a tent
Got my lover Instagrammed
Here’s a 10, oh boy, here’s a 10
Mini skirt and red lips
Club and tickets on the rest
Me and my girls, we murderers
Killing, k-k-killing it

We lift some tequila
Sex on la playa
But don’t tell my mama
‘Bout the coco banana

Coco banana
‘Bout the coco banana
Coco banana

DJ, what time is it?

Don’t tell my mama
‘Bout the coco banana

Coco banana
‘Bout the coco banana
Coco banana


Reconnaissance – Be True Lyrics


Leak the message out in text
Once a year for practice
The hills have turned to green again
So knock back a round or six, and fix
The exaggerated chapters
That missed the calls for months
The novelty of the nation
Gather “privately” for all on screens

Shade the Heat by the Trees, Tall Cans, the DJ, girls with their skin sweet
Frolic by sprinklers spraying multihued patterned streams
Soon the coal will char the steel, 
Convey heat to compressed bodies
To beat the meat they eat
Under pressured jaws and teeth of the city’s "high elite"

Be True
It’s the Family Reunion
All the Kids have gathered
To celebrate today and say
Farewell to one more year
Ciao to the emerging time
To hugs and to handshakes
They’ll Drink it all away

Catch Up with Ketchup
And rekindle broken ties of lives in lies and lines of times that fly
Trying too hard to be sliced from the same hind

A rendezvous location gives a pair some time to work
And create the setting for seeds to feed the crop of weeds
Exchanges interrupted by wondering eyes on call
To see and be seen here
Its the currency machine to pay your monthly fee to…

Be True
It’s the Family Reunion
All the Kids have gathered
To celebrate today and say
Farewell to one more year
Ciao to the emerging time
To hugs and to handshakes
They’ll Drink it all away

As the day’s DJ spins his final tune
The cork flys out the thin bottled neck
Success in the sale of consent is blessed
By them the muses who think they're here to save the west

Be True
It’s the Family Reunion
All the Kids have gathered
To celebrate today and say
Farewell to one more year
Ciao to the emerging time
To hugs and to handshakes
They’ll Drink it all away


Mark Ronson – Bout To Get Ugly Lyrics


I think I’m ready to do some type of report
Tell me whatcha really want
Look at how lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don’t know (Rhymefest) it’s bout to get ugly
From the East to the Midwest
Lemme tell ya how we do it here
(It’s ’bout to get ugly)

You know we shot till I die
And I’m lovin’ the spot
But when I’m up in NY they say the clubbin is hot
They say
You could meet a broad
Take her home on the spot
And that broad could get a broad
Bring ’em home and just watch (Yes!)
They say Club Cheeta’
That’s the place where all the niggas gettin’ shot in the face
We can hit central fly
Long as the chicks is fly
I need some head no time to waaaaaste
Who that DJ be
They said Ronson
Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson
That Midwest attitude gettin’ ’em respondin"
Talkin bout "Ohh his accent is so charmin’"
Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go
Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe
Looked around the room
I ain’t see no Negroes
Like ahhh "niggas don’t listen to techno"
Slow it down now, we goin downstairs
They got the Cristal
They got the lounge chairs
With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby)
I know its everyday for you
I ain’t from round here

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
Right now most thinkin’ it’s lovely

I’m dancin with this chick, right?

Music hard got her ass jumpin all night
DJ throwin’ out the pity part that’s right (No shirt on)
Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? (oooohhhh)
Hold up
Where the hell he get that mix
White boys goin’ wild doin back flips
Playin rock n’ roll
Mixin’ with the black shit
M.O.P AC/DC
That’s it! Keep it goin’
Now its Rob Zombie
I never liked rock n’ roll
But now its gon’ be
Blonde hair blue eyes
Kissin gold chains
I’m Mos Def
She the queen of the stone age
Rhymefest
I’m the king of my own age
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit
Should we dance?
Hell nah, start a mosh pit
And let ’em know we just
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want
For me to miss my plane
Stay in NY and do it again
Tell me whatcha really want
Rock stars, electric guitars
Baby who’s pullin’ your strings
Tell me whatcha really want
The DJ in the booth
Thinking that we not playin the truth
With the hard rock, hip-hop
East to Midwest
Mark Ronson’s on the cut
And my name is Rhymefest

(Right now it’s getting pretty ugly)
(Riiiiight now,)
(Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again now
(Going to get ugly right now,)
(I can’t, I can’t help myself…)
[*continued vocalizing*]


24hrs – Number4 Lyrics


Yeah
12AM in ATL, I’m laid up at the doubletree
Ashley and Stephanie keep sayin’ that they lovin’ me
I like bitches that get money, I guess I am picky
Told her can kiss on me ’cause I can’t get no hickey
I f*ck with the ass, but I like titties, boy like 2Chainz
I got fifty thousand, I won’t f*ck it off in blue flames
I want permanent teeth, so I can feel like Stunna
I bought Birkens for my bitch, so I can feel like Gunna
She want brand new Dior, she said, "Can she get the runners?"
I feel that she been loyal, she might make it to the summer

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)

Then we hit the Waffle House

Twenty sauce ya bitch, she run the Waffle House (Waffle House)
I f*cked you and your friend, hell you talking bout? (Talking bout)
40 Glock like DJ, uh, it walk ’em out (Walk ’em out)
12AM in ATL, yeah we kiki (Yeah, we kiki)
She got that lil condo right out Peachtree (right out Peachtree)
Rollie on me, I feel just like Big Meech (Like Big Meech)
All these percs gon’ f*ck up lil kidneys (My kidneys)
The way I smoke the GT, need a chimney
I’ve been mixin’ red with the simply
I just got some head in the Bentley
I just got some head in the Bentley

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s


Quinton Marks Ii – Down Lyrics


Intro:
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down

Verse 1:
Rollin up
Got swagga
Oh wait, that’s out?
Ha, it don’t matter
Got a pocket full of cash
Mmm about $20
Gonna get on the dancefloor
And make that body hollaaa
Wait that’s been said?
Oops
I don’t give a (oh oh)
Oops
Let’s go have a good
I see them lights
Let’s go party all night

Bridge:
Ay yo DJ turn it up
This music ain’t loud enough
I wanna feel that bass
Bump bumpin through my body
Music loud in my face
Let’s get down on the floor
All the way down to the floor
Grind to the beat
Do the nasty
Don’t stop your feet
Grind to the beat
Ain’t nothin wrong
Being a little happy

Chorus:
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down

Verse 2:
Goin hard tonight

Ain’t nobody stoppin me
I’m on another level
You should come up here
And party with me
Live a little
Do something you
You never thought could
You said you never would
I say I bet you could
The party’s just gettin started
Let’s get retarded
Everybody’s caught it
We’re never gonna stop this
Woah
This beat is nasty
It’s castin massive attacks
As fast as his cats
Dashin passed in a flash
Woah

Bridge:
Ay yo DJ turn it up
This music ain’t loud enough
I wanna feel that bass
Bump bumpin through my body
Music loud in my face
Let’s get down on the floor
All the way down to the floor
Grind to the beat
Do the nasty
Don’t stop your feet
Grind to the beat
Ain’t nothin wrong
Being a little happy

{BEAT BREAKDOWN}

Chorus:
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down

Outro:
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
Get down
Get down

© 2014 Quinton Marks II


Justin Quiles – DJ No Pare Lyrics


[Letra de “DJ No Pare”]

[Intro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Dice que él termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
La nena se está conservando (-vando)
Me mira y me sigue esperando (Esperando)
Si llego va a coger el mando y caliente le mando
Caliente le mando

[Coro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

[Verso 1]
La fiesta no se acaba, baby, síguelo (Síguelo)
Que esto es hasta mañana, ven, pégamelo (Pégamelo)
Si te gusta lo que sientes sólo dímelo (Dímelo)
Y más tarde en la noche te complazco yo
A mí me gusta afincao’, tu cuerpo pegao’ (Pegao’)
Pa’ decirte lo más que me ha gustao’ (Gustao’)
DJ, póngale el ritmo acelerao’
Pa’ que mueva lo que en el gym ha trabajao’

[Pre-Coro]
Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’? (Toa’)
Las que bellaquean, las que colaboran (-boran)
Las que lo twerkean como a 100 por hora
Y sin mirar la hora (La hora)

[Coro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar

Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

[Verso 2]
Estacionen sus vehículos
Que el party no acaba, te lo digo yo (Digo yo)
Vamos, DJ, repítelo
Una sí, una no, una sí, una no (Una no)
Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
Hazte dueña del terreno (Terreno, terreno)
Que ahorita me adueño yo
Y te sueno como viernes de estreno (Estreno)

[Coro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

[Puente]
Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a–van a–van, las que, van a toa’, van a, van a…?
Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’?
(Muévelo) Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
Van a-van a-van a, las que–
(Muévelo) Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
¿Dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’? (Toa’, toa’)

[Outro]
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
J Quiles, baby (Baby, baby)
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
Dímelo Flow, Dímelo Flow
Rich Music
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Simón dice-dice, yeah


El Alfa – Mueve La Cadera Lyrics (feat. Kiko El Crazy)


[Letra de “Mueve La Cadera”]

[Coro: El Alfa]
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

[Post-Coro: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Qué pampara)
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Wuh)

[Verso 1: El Alfa]
Tiene’ que moverlo-verlo, tú sabe’ moverlo-verlo
Cuando ella lo baila-baila tú tiene’ que verlo-verlo
Se compró Jeepeta, apartamento y no trabaja
Ella es demasiado linda, ‘tá nueva de caja
Le gustan lo’ problema’, la’ hookah y la’ pastilla’
Tú ere’ un palomón, manito, ella te lleva milla’
Tú ‘tá claro que El Alfa se respeta
Abre la boca y asopla mi trompeta

[Instrumental Break]

[Coro: El Alfa]
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

[Post-Coro: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Jajaja)
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Qué pampara)
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

[Verso 2: Kiko El Crazy]
Mueva la cadera, deje su loquera
Yo soy el Crazy, la pampara nueva
El marí’o tuyo conmigo te cela
Pero yo ando trucho por ti hasta que tú me lo mueva’
Tú ere’ de Lo’ Mina’ y te conocí en Herrera
Tú ere’ la que da la pampara con la cadera
Tú ere’ de Lo’ Mina’ y te conocí en Herrera
Tú ere’ la que da la pampara con la cadera (-dera; yeah)

[Puente: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo

[Instrumental Break: Kiko El Crazy]
¡Prra!
¡Ging, ging!

[Coro: El Alfa]
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

[Post-Coro: El Alfa]
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

[Puente: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo

[Instrumental Break: El Alfa]
Yeh
Wah
Yao’

[Outro: El Alfa]
¡Yao’!
El Alfa El Jefe
El animal, el criminal, the best
And the Kiko El Crazy
Chael
DJ’s sin nombres
I’m feeling myself, niggas, ¡yao’! (Wup)
f*ck that shit, nigga, brr


Serayah – So Good Lyrics


What they’ gonna say
When they can’t get none of me
‘Cause I’m on a plane
With a bag in Germany
Come on, come on
You know I keep it one hundred
I’m a Bonnie and Clyde
Don’t try to find me

Outfit on just like I got it painted
Take a picture, it can make you famous
(it will)
Touchin’ on tha’ milli’ on tha’ low
Sauce it up and watch it hit the floor

I might need somebody, cause I’m being naughty
Ooh
I’m gonna need another
One ‘fore I leave this party
Ooh

It’s written all over your face
I got the sauce
You want a taste?
I got this city
’bout to blow
You see
You see this ain’t no joke

So tell the DJ
Drop the bass
Mmmh, it’s so good
(So tell the DJ, drop the bass)
Mmmh, it’s so good
(So tell the DJ, drop the bass)
Mmmh, it’s so good
(So tell the DJ, drop the bass)
Mmmh, it’s so good

All them other boys
They make a lot of noise
Kawasaki toys
Never let ’em know
So come and slide it up
You down to ride or what?
You talk a lot of stuff
Let’s get the party thrown

Don’t try me
Cause I get it poppin’
Can’t buy me
My pockets so rocky
So what you want from me? (From me)
Come and show me, what it’s gonna be

I might need somebody, cause I’m being naughty
Ooh
I’m gonna need another
One ‘fore I leave this party
Ooh

It’s written all over your face
I got the sauce
You want a taste?
I got this city
’bout to blow
You see
You see this ain’t no joke

So tell the DJ
Drop the bass
Mmmh, it’s so good (So tell the DJ, drop the bass)
Mmmh, it’s so good (So tell the DJ, drop the bass)
Mmmh, it’s so good (So tell the DJ, drop the bass)
Mmmh, it’s so good


Lil’ B – I No M Bleek Lyrics


[Intro]
They gotta love it
You know what I’m saying
Gutta Dealership
Why play around
Never been faking

[Verse]
All I do is spin with the DJ
I got the dope money on replay
I throw my set up in his face
I told the bitch suck my dick this way
After she done, go that way
Keep the bitch out, no backpage
Ayy, she a lesbian but what does that say
She a freak, backdoor
That backdoor on the fleek
Four runner, four runner, that’s me
Waterfront, waterfront, Lil B
Ocean view right there with the heat
Catch me, catch me on 7th street

f*ck around nigga, I know Memphis Bleek
f*ck around bitch, I know Jay-Z
(BasedGod)

[Outro]
That Gutta Dealership stretch, you know what I’m saying
You can drive a car damn damn near across the motherf*cking country nigga
You see niggas jogging around that motherf*cker, you know you definitely could drive
You know what I’m saying, Gutter Dealership
Man we got stores everywhere
You know I love you man, stay positive
Like I said it’s your Lil B man, f*ck with me


Lil Uzi Vert – Cutting My Wrists [DUPLICATE PAGE] Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Southside
Southside, Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Let’s go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let’s go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (Pics)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (No)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (I flex)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (Ugh)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (Fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Verse 1]
I got diamonds on my hand (My hand)
I got diamonds on my rims (Rims)
I got diamonds on my friends (Friends)
Look, the storm, it just began (Began)
Uh, Dior my suit, uh
I just wan’ get all the loot, uh (The loot)
Fuckin’ your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit)
I’m make it do what it do, uh
Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah)
When they get loose like a noose (Yeah)
Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke)
Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let’s get it)
Elephants all in a room, uh
Horton gon’, um, Hear Who, uh (What)
I put my dick in your boo, uh
She is no longer your boo, uh
22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi)
Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh
Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move)
You not my baby, get Ruth’d, uh
Wait, where is the blue?
Pop that lil’ pill and I start seein’ clues (Uh)
Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh
My nigga makin’ the news (Yeah)
Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh)
Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup)
I had to rake up the loot
350,000 on my jewels (My jewels)
That’s the shit I got on now
Back then, they ain’t let me fuck, well, how ’bout now? (How ’bout now)
If I’m a dog, lil’ bitch, you is a hound
We buyin’ Verbs in the ‘vert, no, not now (Let’s go)
I’m the firstest nigga out
Pull up so fresh that they puttin’ in lost and found, uh, bitches wanna link and found ’em
‘Cause these niggas always, they stealin’ my style (Uh)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (Bad bitch)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Ya bih)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch)
I had to go up in my list (In my list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (Pics)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (No way)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (My wrist)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (They sick)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (I try ’em)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
First crib, it was apartment (Uh)
I used to chill in the ‘ment (The ‘ment)
Everything happened was meant (Was meant)
Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let’s get it)
Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay)
I just have paid they lil’ rent
Reversin’ the backend, lil’ bitch
That would happen when a nigga get rich (What)
No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp)
Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp)
I’m the GOAT sitting, the pimp
C on my glasses so I see the ‘lent, uh (Let’s go)
Dip, slide in the Bent’
Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt)
Don’t want that bitch, she not a ten
I cannot fuck if she didn’t bring a friend (Hoe)
She getting mad, put dick in her friend
Not talkin’ no haircut, but I get the trim
She a redbone and she fixin’ the brims (Okay)
Everytime we in there, it gets intense
She a lil’ crazy but she is a gem
I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines
My niggas run up with me on that bitch
I met that girl when I was out on Essex
You know I get fly like I’m on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew)
So you know I gotta keep the protection
I put the section inside of my section
No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No)
Going too hard, no, I am not resting
Do not follow that like that, that is the Xs
Two of your checks look just like my backend
Hit from the back, but no, no, I can’t back it
All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas
All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Woah)
I got a hunnid round right in a fan
My boy just put up four up in a Phantom
No, I do not drink the lean, that’s the answer
Poppin’ the Perky, wake up, and what happened (What happened)
Fuckin’ this bitch in the ass, I’ma smack it
Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin’

[Verse 3]
Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny
But I’m not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon’ make me horny
No, not no school but your bitch, she be boring
Ride on a plane ’cause Lil Uzi be tourin’
She told me she wanna go for abroad but I would not do that ’cause she gave me oral (Hahaha)
Keepin’ the cauldron, my new name is Squidward ’cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral
That fuck nigga, yeah, he gon’ move like a girl, my niggas still movin’ them choppas and squirrels
No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate, but Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy)
I got my girl a lil’ ice cream and she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl)
Okay, your girl, she better than his but I swear your girl’s not better than swirl (Swirl)
She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair and that lil’ bitch ass is big as the world (World)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Addy
Come on, lil’ baby, I know that you ready
Chop that boy up, treat him like spaghetti
It’s a surprise so that shit with confetti
Got a girl, last name Voorhees, and she gonna move with machete
Smoking 3 grams but them shit not no Teddy
Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let’s go, let’s go)
Keep my, brand new, foreign steady
Please don’t drive my shit like a Chevy
Pull up Claireport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt)
Pull up the car on a all black heli’
If I get booked, they don’t have no celly
That’s ’cause I made 10 M’s off the deli
She only made 3 racks off of jelly (Uh)

[Verse 4]
No, you can’t talk like that, you not a member (No)
I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver)
Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
No, I can’t sit in the middle (Brr)
‘Cause I’m not, um, sentimental
Getting money, flexin’ real hard but that car you got is a rental
Is you a spy, nigga, tell me who sent you
Got a old bitch, I love doing the dishes
Got a old bitch, I like giving the pinches (Let’s go)
Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick and everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha)
Diamonds my mouth so it’s diamonds my sentence
I got this floss and that’s right from my dentist
I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton
I’m dunkin’ your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let’s go)
The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip
I know I told you I don’t drink the lean but I might sip it
This shit was destined, this shit was written (Yeah)
These niggas not with the hittin’ (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh
First, you gotta do an audition, uh
And you gotta bring an addition, uh
He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh
Knock that boy out he a chicken (Bitch)
You really not real and you talk ’bout your own people so you better stay your distance (What)
I’m ballin’ on you like the Pistons (Mhm)
Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh)
Uh, I’m the only chef in my kitchen (Uh)
Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin’, yeah
Yeah, random hoes don’t pick it, uh
That’s how I do my stickin’, yeah
Don’t know where she been, can’t lick it
Only hit it once, don’t miss it (Uh)
Make her pop her top like I’m mystic (Uh)
Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah)
These niggas out here, they really be trippin’
And I’m off the ‘shrooms, I be doin’ the same

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Let’s go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let’s go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (I don’t)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (I’m sorry)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (My wrist)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (Let’s go)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let’s go)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (He lit)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Let’s go)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Outro]
I got diamonds on my tooth
I got diamonds on my tooth
Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah)
Diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)
Yeah, Lil Uzi
Let’s go


King Von – No Flaws Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is


R.E.M. – Radio Song Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah

[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!

[Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners!


Missy Elliott – Cool Off Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it


Lil B – Rhode Island Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga, I’ma talk about BasedWorld, man
These niggas talk about I did what?
I got so many motherfuckin’ bitches
(Fuck it! Talk to a nigga!
I know the BasedGod!)

[Verse 1]
I know the BasedGod, yeah
Catch me out in Rhode Island (swag)
I’ma fuck yo’ bitch till she cryin’
All my young niggas wildin’
Albany, bitch, we gettin’ violent
Tell that nigga quit hidin’
Tell that fat nigga I’m the real don
I’ma fuck his bitch where the hills are

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island! (Figaro!)

[Verse 2]
I’ma give money to the DJ (swag)
I’ma tell that nigga go replay
I know Lil B
Yeah, nigga, I know Lil B
Shout out to the BasedGod
Nigga, I said “thank you BasedGod”
Huh? It ain’t no fuckin’ drop
Huh? (Woo!) Yeah, nigga, we gon’ fuckin’ drop
Another body drop, it’s OK
It’s OK
Give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
Gotta say
Take that hoodie off, bitch, you look gay
You look gay
All my niggas goin’ dumb up in the bay
In the bay

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island!


Lil Durk – Bora Bora Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act


Tory Lanez – TOUCHDOWN Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Fort Lauda-
Doe go round di order
Watch nuh bad man ting, some bad bwoy ting, zeen?

[Verse 1]
Yo, mi just touch dung inna London (hmm mmm)
Break up di tree lemme bun one
Mi send gyal fi di gun man
Disrespect, we a done man
From mi touch dung New York
Spend money we nuh do talk
Front end hot, mi need fi cool off
High grade mi buss two cough (*cough cough*)
See dem a pree me
Cause we a get gyal easy
Scammer friends have CC
Walk through, everything free, yuh nuh easy
We ago link in Toronto
Weed affi bun inna fronto
Mi nuh have time fi nuh convo
Yo my gyal, fawud to di condo
When mi ex wah text me
So mi know say mi look sexy
Badmind people dem vex me
Bwoy dem wah fi arrest me
Likkle pussy bwoy dem
This time, fuck off gyal dem fi di fifth time
Feds wah di man dem shipped off
Lift up di finger, pish posh
Likkle- mi say “who you?”
Mi clothes and mi shoes dem new new
When di man dem approach like “who’s who?”
Every bloodclaat bwoy inna mi crew shoot

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

[Verse 2]
Yo, mi step out the trap inna Brampton
Mi know say mi look handsome
VC, this a di anthem
Big batty gyal inna mi phantom
See me just land inna Miami
Di ting weh mi bring is a eye candy
Hennessey straight, we nuh buy Brandy
Lay pon di beach, tan line sandy
When mi land inna yaad
Every bloodclaat ting mad
Bless up di yutes and mi dawgs
Free up Kartel, World Boss
Mi done off di stage in di venue
Run it up at the Holt Renfrew
Bless up di dawgs we a send through
Jerk inna OVO menu

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face


Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Durk]
In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
Smellin’ good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
Mari beats, turn me up, up

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
Everything too real, be honest
Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
Came a long way hopping fences
Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
100K flood out the Patek
West coast we hot in (JoJo)
Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
You a dub now, I’m finessing you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)


Chris Brown – Like This Lyrics


[Verse: 1]
Only one conversation
Getting you to my place, yeah
We can have a situation
All you gotta do is say yeah
But do you really wanna stop now
You already let me see
What it could be
And right now I don’t want you to go without me

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t want to go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And then we in a zone like this
Keep it going like this, yeah

[Verse: 2]
Look at us on the floor now
I’m digging everything I like your smile
Only wanna stay a little while
But you ain’t gotta go, no
DJ playing my song now
It’s my turn to feel you out
Cause baby you know that
All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay, oh ho
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

[Bridge]
Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
Damn I’m loving this spotlight
You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
It wasn’t suppose end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah


Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Mix) Lyrics


[Intro]
Show your hands, show your hands…

[Verse 1]
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’ (spinnin’, spinnin’)


Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Radio)


[Verse 1]
(Uh, let me loose)
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Go, go, go…

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’


Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics


[Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all

[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn

[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part