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Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics




[Verse]
Sky full of stars, gas in the car
Sun shining in the shot gun seat
Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
Pacific city I was 17,
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
Little summer night symphany
When the DJ lit up the air waves
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Verse]
Well I got one life, and it feels right
With you standin’ next to me
And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
Aus2 E
Thick and thin since 17
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
Little summer night symphany
And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Bridge]
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio




Diplo – Welcome To The Party lyrics




(feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Chorus: French Montana]
(We on fire!)
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot, hey)
(We on fire!)
Ride up to the party
Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party
Welcome to the party, aye
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Hit ’em up, hey
Give ’em up, hey
Put ’em up, hey
We waking up, hey
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
When we ride, when we pull up
We be high, when we pull up
Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
Roof on fire, fire
We ride, ride
Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
Welcome to the party

[Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

[Bridge: Lil Pump & Zhavia Ward]
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn (Lil Pump, ooh)
(I’m a let it burn) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Burn up, let it burn
Esskeetit!

[Verse: Lil Pump]
I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
I cannot go away for a bitch
Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
You just bluffing, you just hating
All these diamonds on me skating
Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
(We on fire!)

[Outro: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot)


Famous Dex – THEM DAYS Lyrics


[Intro]
Dexter (light it up with my bros)
Y’know, DJ roll up some more Woods, bro (light it up with my bros)
Smokin’
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member them days I was broke (I was broke)
Pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Dexter (Dexter, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Had to pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Yeah, all my feelings go (feelings go)
She wanna fuck me, I send her home (I send her home)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
She want some money, had to tell her no (I had to tell her no)
I be sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
‘Member broke, I was wearin’ the same clothes (I was wearin’ the same clothes)

[Verse 1]
Huh, light it up with my team (light it up with my team)
Pop me a bean, now I’m seein’ everything (seein’ everything)
Bitch want a ring and she want everything (but she can’t get a thing)
I’m married to the money, yeah you see this wedding ring (see this wedding ring)
Yeah, got this gold all up on my body (body)
I’m ballin’, it’s my hobby, geekin’ off a molly (geekin’ off a molly)
Run up on me, swear I might catch a body (might catch a body)
Huh, I might catch a body (Dexter)
I’m geekin’ off a molly (yeah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
All of my feelings go (all of my feelings go)
Yeah, had to pour me a four (had to pour me a four)
‘Member days I was sleepin’ on the floor (I was sleepin’ on the floor)
Light it up with my bros (with my bros)
Had to pour up me a four (had to pour me a four, yeah)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)

[Verse 2]
Wait, took your bitch on a date (bitch on a date)
Now she wanna skate, I might bust in her face (I bust in her face)
She doin’ coke, man she take the shits to the face (she what?)
Sippin’ on my lean, take the shit to the face (oh, I needa take a break, yeah)
Wait, take a break (take a break)
Need to take a break (take a break)
Heart race (heart race), feel my heart race, yeah
Who that’s callin’ me? (Who that’s callin’?)
Fuck a bad bitch, yeah she keep stalkin’ me (Dexter)

[Chorus]
Yeah, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Huh, pour a four (pour a four, yeah)
Huh, now all my feelings go (now all my feelings go)
I remember days sleepin’ on the floor (I remember days broke)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, all go)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, feelings go)

[Verse 3]
I can’t trust all these hoes (trust all these hoes)
She want some money, tell that bitch “hell no” (had to tell her no)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member days sleepin’ on the floor (‘member days I was broke)
Bad bitch, she’s doin’ the coke (doin’ the coke)
And she shove the shit all up on her nose (she shove it up her nose)
Huh

[Outro]
And you know how that go (how that go)
With my bros (with my bros)
Had to light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)


Arctic Monkeys – I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor (Video Version)


[Verse 1]
Stop making the eyes at me, I’ll stop making my eyes at you
What it is that surprises me is that I don’t really want you to

[Pre-Chorus]
And your shoulders are frozen (As cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion (You’re dynamite)
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-go

[Chorus]
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well, from 1984

[Verse 2]
I wish you’d stop ignoring me because it’s sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you’re calling me and I don’t think it’s very fair

[Pre-Chorus]
That your shoulders are frozen (Cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion (You’re dynamite)
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-go

[Chorus]
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well, from 1984

[Bridge]
Oh, there ain’t no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets and
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness

[Chorus]
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Said, from 1984


E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics


He’s been hot for decades

[Hook: DecadeZ]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
You know how to make a pole disappear
Georgia peach booty, body (body)
Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
She the bestest (the bestest)
I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
Hella thick (hella thick)
I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
It feels good to be dancin’ now
You never have fun when your man’s around
You get down, full throttle
Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
No we tryin’ to fuck each other
When we leave here let’s be lovers
We on the dance floor doin’ the most
I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
I put both hands under her skirt
Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

[Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
Dolla Will man
Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
I’m a victim too, private peep show
If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk


Kodak Black – Believe This Shit


[Intro]
Aye I don’t pour that liquor on the floor, I pour it down the drain
Down the sink for my dawgs who in hell and who in jail to drink
You feel me?
Nah mean, nah sayin’
Nah talm’ ’bout

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 1]
Never thought I could make it out the PJ’s
I was just robbin’ with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dawgs who ain’t got release days
I was doin’ fraud way in D.C
I was doin’ fraud way in Chesapeake
Ain’t nobody wonder about my CD
I was breakin’ and enterin’ B and E
Mama always see me on TV
Cause I hit the news, I was 15
Now she can see me on VH1
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
To all the kids who look up to me
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
Niggas want beef we serve they lunch
We been on the run like six to eight months

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 2]
Kickin’ in doors, Me, Moopa, and Lil’ Wiz
They just pick my dawg up for attempt
They just pick my dawg up for a murder one
My dawg got killed while I was doin’ a bid
We just talked a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
And now I never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dawg in Heaven that would be make believe
I know my grandma made it in Heaven say her grace for me
Now I’m gettin’ all this cake, I could open a backery

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit


Angelo Mota – Talk Too Much (feat. Naja Young)


[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down roll, stop, woah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
I ain’t finna dare you to move
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
And you actin’ like you sared of the room
This your shit
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
What the fuck?
Baby did you come cuffed?
Wanna get with ya
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
How I like your get up
Maybe we should get up
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Better not chit chat

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
L-riding
All damn night
Night rider
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Can’t quell that shit
Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
In a crowded place, uh
Air so thick
Proabably woke the neighbors
Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I don’t even really like going out like that
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

[Instrumental]

[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Better not chit chat
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down role, stop, woah


Paris Hilton Talks Women In EDM, Wants to Ditch The Term “Female DJ” [WATCH]


No matter what people say about Paris Hilton, she’s not afraid to speak her mind and that’s very admirable… Case-in-point, her outlook on the “female DJ” and why we should completely ditch the term.

The entrepreneur, designer, and “Foam and Diamonds” resident DJ speaks frankly with a TMZ reporter in the video below as she preps her luggage for a flight. When he asks why there aren’t as many “female DJs” in the spotlight, she seems a little dumbfounded.

“There’s a lot of female DJs,” she says. “So many women DJs have just been killing it!”

As for Steve Aoki‘s recent comments about discrimination against “female DJs” in the industry, she really only sees a problem with classifying them like that.

“Just like a doctor shouldn’t be called a female doctor, a male doctor, we’re all people, we love music, we love to entertain,” she explains. “So I don’t even think they should just call anyone a female DJ.”

Paris also reveals her plans to put on a show in Ibiza with an all-female lineup. Huge.

She doesn’t end the interview without adding, “Girls rule!”

Paris Hilton Talks Women In EDM

Source: TMZ | Photo: Wikimedia Commons 


Wu-Tang Clan – Lesson Learn’d (feat. Redman & Inspectah Deck)


[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I said one, two, three and to the fo’
I glide like there’s simply no traction on the flo’
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I’m a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here’s proof, ain’t it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin’ the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal’
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I’m back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I’m back at it

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I’m on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I’m a boy beastin’ in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it’s all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I’m tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let’s tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Outro: Redman]
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga. yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours – Mathematics


Keys N Krates – Music To My Ears (feat. Tory Lanez)


[Verse 1]
Listen what you told me
Listen what you told me
Look at how I’m on it
Look at how I’m on it
I am not a DJ, this is not a replay
Soon gon’ let me plug in, hit this little preset

[Chorus]
Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Music to my ear (Right)
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Post-Chorus]
Music to my ears (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby
Woah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Listen when I play this
This is not a playlist
We’ve been on the same shit
I ain’t tryin’ to change shit
Got girls that be tryin’ to get famous, but they remain nameless
Saw you got me on a wait list
Damn right, I’m awaitin’ this

[Chorus]
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Chorus]
Music to my ear (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear (Yeah)
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Post-Chorus]
Music to my ears (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby
Woah, yeah

[Outro]
Music (To my ears)
(To my ears) (To my ears) (To my ears)
(To my ears) (Touch, when we kiss, and it)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)


Nolan Santo – Hold Me Down


featuring Johnny Drama

Can you hold me down for a minute?
I should come around more,
now I get it
I know I’ve been down,
but I’m winning
Watch me as I count of the digits
(x2)

Hit em with the verse one
No plans for rehearse, I step in and get that
I don’t know what I want first
I plan for a surf ??
Now watch me mismatched
On a mission with these songs
I’ma cocking on this batch
I’ma make sure you replay,
watch my DJ let that shit scratch
Ey, I’ve been on the road right now
Stay by me for the gold right now
It’s the new hit, you should know by now
Tell the ones that you meet I’ma roll dice now
??
What you gon’ do with the soul sound now?
Learn the life and you used the lesson?
Excuse the essence, I turned the right with the music
Guesses
I’ve been on the road right now
Stay by me for the gold right now
It’s the new hit, you should know by now

Can you hold me down for a minute?
I should come around more,
now I get it
I know I’ve been down,
but I’m winning
Watch me as I count of the digits
(x2)


Tech N9ne – Don’t Nobody Want None


[Intro]
Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
(Tech N9ne)
Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
Tell me who is the one they call Chakratease?
(Tech N9ne)
It’s been a wreck and a debt
When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
Everybody better (Kneel down)
Any opposition (We’ll drown)
So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 2]
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
That pushing the poetry big as it can
Way up on the pedastal
Losing your lesson, just let it go
Killing so many, I might be federal
(Tech N9ne)
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming just like I’m Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Wait a minute

[Verse 3]
Now the beat will style defeat
Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
And taking the L
You facing to fail, shaking the whale
And you a snail awaking to hell
Baking your tail with the heat
The agony of defeat
Depravity and tragedy it had to be of a chief
Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
Tech is a murderer giving it up till they (Feel it)

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
[Scratches]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

[Outro]
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou


Tech N9ne – Tech N9ne (Don’t Nobody Want None) Lyrics


[Intro]
Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
(Tech N9ne)
Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
Tell me who is the one they call Socrates?
(Tech N9ne)
It’s been a wreck and a debt
When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
Everybody better (Kneel down)
Any opposition (We’ll drown)
So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 2]
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
That pushing the poetry big as it can
Way up on the pedastal
Losing your lesson, just let it go
Killing so many, I [?] federal
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming like I’m Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Wait a minute

[Verse 3]
Now the beat will style defeat
Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
And taking the L
You facing to fail, shaking the whale
And you a snail awaking to hell
Baking your tail with the heat
The agony of defeat
[?] you had to be of a chief
Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
Tech is a murderer giving it up to they ( [?] )

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
[Scratches]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

[Outro]
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou


T-Rell – Issues (feat. Moneybagg Yo)


[Intro: T-Rell]
T-Rell
You don’t know what I done been through
Yeah
You don’t know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want to see me here
They’d rather see me dead, not providing for my family
These niggas make diss songs all because I’m rich now
Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down
These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch
On Facebook talking shit ’cause every day we lit
So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt
Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work
My baby mama be tripping, ’cause she see how we living
She fucked up her position, let’s just keep it ’bout children
My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him
I’m hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you
I got issues, with these bitches, I can’t leave these hoes alone
I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes
Less time at the house, more fans more shows
I’m out the mud if you know me, I’m familiar with the struggle
Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle
I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas ‘dem rich
Bank account like phone numbers but ain’t got none for no bitch
Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid
Different cities and states but don’t go nowhere without sticks
Man I’m coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick
I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this
Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss
I’m like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I’m lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah


The Cool Kids – 9:5PM (feat. Jeremih)


[The Cool Kids:]
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
You fresh off work and just got paid
I only inch a line at the right time
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
You need a drink? Said I need to get you a cup
You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
Where are my ladies? In me!
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
She’s just tryna guess my password
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
Fine. Damn. I need another ham
Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

I gotta get down with you
I gotta get down with you


Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Uncensored)


[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe


Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid


Valentino Khan & Sean Paul – Gold


Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Baby girl
The way you walk and a whine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet
One shot, that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin’ awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya whine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan
DJ sound the alarm
One shot, that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When ya bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When ya bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
(Ah)


Demarco Attempted To Crowd Surf and Failed Miserably [Watch]


Artists sometimes get so pump by the crowd that they can’t help themselves from crowd surfing.

Dancehall deejay Demarco was performing on tour in Europe recently when he attempted to crowd surf and… Well, it didn’t go down so well for him. Perhaps he should have taken heed from Post Malone who recently stage dived at one of his concerts and no one caught him. Luckily for him, he didn’t get hurt and got up and continue his performance.

In the video clip below, you can see Demarco performing and the crowd going wild. He then struggled to get to higher ground to position himself for a stage dive into the crowd, possibly standing one of the speaker boxes on the stage. “No Demarco no don’t do it, no Demarco no, no man no,” the DJ yelled before the “Good Book” deejay dived into the crowd. Luckily for him, the brave fans caught him but clearly, they couldn’t support him long enough for him to surf the crowd.

Demarco trying to crowd surf and well this is what happened ??? pic.twitter.com/en0ndgYwwS

— DancehallHipHop (@DHHofficial) November 30, 2017


Charli XCX – Girls Night Out Lyrics


[Intro]
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh

[Verse 1]
Goin’ out on the weekend
Gettin’ dressed with my girls
Put on my favorite lip gloss
Cherry Garcia swirl
Perfume, pleasure, and platforms
Livin’ that kind of world (Ooh-ooh)
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out

[Verse 2]
When we’re out at the Weekend (Woo woo)
R.I.P to the club (Bang, bang)
‘Cause we walk in and kill it (Mwah!)
DJ, hey, turn it up (Oh, yeah!)
Sing along like we wrote it (La la la lala la)
Screamin’ out all the words (Ooh-ooh)
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out

[Breakdown]
It’s a girls’ night out

[Bridge]
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh)
It’s a girls’ night out
I’m with my best friends, and it feels so right

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Alright, alright, alright)
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
So throw your hands up if you feel alright
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out


R.E.M. – Radio Song (This Film Is On Video Version)


Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Ah, yo turn to that station
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
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
Makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet, that radio song (see ya)
Hey, hey, hey (ha-ha)
I’ve everything to hide (everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen
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
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off (turn it off)
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
Yeah


Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Lyric Video)


[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe


Jason Derulo Feat. French Montana- Tip Toe Lyrics



(Verse 1: Jason Derulo)
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

(Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

(Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

(Verse 2: Jason Derulo)
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

(Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

(Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

(Bridge: Unknown)
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

(Verse 3: Jason Derulo)
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

(Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo)
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop (Bemo-sari?) (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, “what’s you name?”
“Whats your sign?” (huh)
Wind for me, darling
“You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?”
Wind for me, darling
Baby, “wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?”
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

(Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

(Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

(Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown)
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your (?) it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe


Bruno Mars – Where Did She Go Lyrics


I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl that girl

Every time I came around
She made her body go down
Her physical was so crazy
She could make a blind man see
Ooh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go?
Where did she go?
Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl, that girl

I must’ve seen her beauty at the bar
Under the strobe lights, looking like a star
(Looking like a star, girl)
But everyone started rushing me
Looking through the crowd, shawty left the scene, oh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Club closing up, I’m still looking for you
Walked up to the ladies room
No luck, so I’m headed to the DJ booth

Next thing I know
She tell my show, “This ain’t you
Looking at you, you wanna take me home
So tonight, I just might put you on”

I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl, that girl
I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl that girl

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night


Valentino Khan – Gold (feat. Sean Paul) (Lyric Video)


[INTRO]
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it

[VERSE 1]
Baby girl
The way you walk and a wine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started

Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started

[VERSE 2]
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya wine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan,
DJ sound the alarm

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started

[OUTRO]
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Ah!


Vince Staples – Rubbin Off The Paint (Freestyle)


[Intro]
So, if I was you, I would know it’s no way possible
[?] greatest DJ in the world
Come grab your beat
Cuz’ if he hand it to me
It’s not yours no more

[Verse]
They be like stupid, where you been at?
We ain’t seen you in weeks
Yeah, I been tryna’ catch a body off of John and em’ streets
They went and killed my lil’ homie so I’m back on the east
Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat
They call me stupid ’cause I shoot it, I don’t think I don’t blink
I been wit’ it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P
You ain’t down to keep it silent, you ain’t down to catch a body
Boy, I hopped up off the porch banging norf illuminati
When I hop up out the four-door, don’t you touch my body
This is undercover brother I am not in no Givenchy
Know you know it but I gotta say it baby, I’m from Poppy
If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don’t be sloppy
If I catch you with your four hoe, we killin’ everybody
Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie
And my crime be stomp and fade
Boosie in the trunk with face
But if they interroga-ting, I don’t know nobody
I ain’t with the business
This is just an image
I ain’t hurt nobody
I don’t know who did it
Buster sending [?] harboring the snitches
Enemies stalking me harder than the [?]
Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission
Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures
Now his momma talkin’ bout
"Somebody know who did it, my baby ain’t deserve it"
She crying at the service
In the streets in triple [?] and stealing jeans from mervyns
Trigger squeezers, split the scene
I iced them with the Gervin
Finger roll, we seen them toll
He said it ain’t on purpose
Now we up in medical they askin why he said it cold
Better know I never change
Runnin with these yanks
Poppy block
Down the 65th, down the 68th
Want a shot, you will never get
But we came to play
And free killer cash from the A

[Outro]
Lotta’ y’all can’t rap no more
I feel like I’m one of the greatest ever
You know since day one we probably never ever heard this…
I feel like [?] one of the greatest ever
… comin your way you know, look
Wake up wipe the


Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)


[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine


ODESZA – Across The Room (feat. Leon Bridges)


Long hair across the room, baby she got that glow
I know you see me over here, so dance on me real slow
We’ve been goin’ for about two hours and I don’t even know your name
So baby please reveal, reveal

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had.

[Instrumental]

The scent of your perfume has got me lost in a haze
And oh this moment depends on the records that the DJ plays
Baby move a lil bit closer because I wanna feel you babe
I wanna feel you babe

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had

[Instrumental]


Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar chicks up the grown way

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer


Zig zag – Mc Gui feat. Mc Rahell letras


Letras Mc Gui – Zig zag

Meninas vamos lá
Que já vai começar
Aquece e movimenta
Quero vê quem representa
Pode se soltar.(zig zag)

Faz esse corpo balançar
Gata fica a vontade
Versuri-lyrics.info
E quando o DJ tocar
Mostra a habilidade.

Vem com o bumbum
Fazendo Zig Zaaag
Zig zig zig
Zig zig zaaag
Sobe no zig
Tu desce no zaggg.
Mc Gui letras
Video zag