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New Edition – N.E. Heartbreak (Remix) Lyrics




[Intro: Johnny Gill]
You better beware
Oh, everybody, everybody, everybody sing it for me, yeah

[New Edition]
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(Get ’em ROn, get ’em Ron, get ’em)
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(Get ’em ROn, get ’em Ron, get ’em)

[Verse 1: Ronnie DeVoe]
In store signing autographs at the mall
Next in line was a fly girl standing tall
Signed my name and said, ‘Give me a call, baby, ya know?’
(In-store)
The girl screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The bodyguard pulled us out the back door
I never saw her anymore
It was an in-store heartbreak

[New Edition]
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(Doin’ it with the R)
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(Doin’ it with the R)

[Verse 2: Ralph Tresvant]
Live at five interview for Channel 2
I saw a cutie, thought she was on the TV crew
She said after the show (I’ll be waiting for you) Cool
After the show she got in the car and what a scene
Her dad was the driver of the limousine
I didn’t know she was only thirteen
It was a young girl heartbreak

[Pre-Chorus 1: Ralph]
People think it don’t get lonely
When we’re far away from home
One minute 20,000 people
But then they go home, we’re alone
It’s off to another city
Where everybody knows my name
But when I meet that perfect honey
Is it me she wants or is it my fame

[Chorus 1: New Edition]
Girlies and groupies and parties all night
Is the life that can lead you, lead you to a N.E. heartbreak
From city to city, our friends and our fans
They’re the ones who can keep us from having
N.E. heartbreak

[New Edition]
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(Knock ’em out the box, Rick; knock ’em out, Rick)
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(Knock ’em out the box, Rick; knock ’em out, Rick)

[Verse 3: Ricky Bell]
Center stage N.E. was groovin’
The beat was hard and the girlies were movin’
There she was third row center coolin’
She was cold
Last note of the last song
House lights up they came on
When I looked she was gone
It was a third row heartbreak

[Pre-Chorus 2: Ralph]
People think our life is easy
And they think we’ve got it made
But we’re living under pressure
Just to be on top
And to give it the best that we can give you
And to never let you down
We’ll keep strivin’ for perfection
N.E. heartbreak is coming to your town

[Refrain: New Edition]
Girlies and groupies (Believe that! On the strength, boy)
(Yo, peep this!)
She got it going, got it going on, going on
She got it going, got it, get, get, going on
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(N.E. heartbreak) She was cold

She got it going, got it going on, going on
She got it going, got it, get, get, going on
She got it going, got it going on, going on
(N.E. heartbreak) Ya know?

(“Don’t forget the pumps”)

(“Do it, do, do, do it!”)

[Bridge: Johnny Gill]
You better beware
Oh, everybody… (“Do it!”)

[Rap: Michael Bivins]
Strolled in the party, walked to the bar
Playing incognito like I ain’t no star
But the fellas lookin’ jealous, and girlies lookin’ horny
Saw a foxy young lady, her man was corny
I said, “Yo baby, how the hell are ya livin’?
Cut that zero and roll with Michael Bivins
I’m a fly young guy, I can shake and bake”
She ignored me, it was a M.B. heartbreak

[Outro: New Edition & (Johnny)]
(Everybody, everybody sing it, yeah)
Beware of N.E. heartbreak
(Everybody, everybody sing it, yeah)
Spreading fast and there’s no cure
(Said sing it just a little bit louder)
No need to run from heartache
It’s gonna get you, get you for sure
(Everybody just clap your hands)

Beware of N.E. heartbreak
(Everybody clap your hands)
Spreading fast and there’s no cure
No need to run from heartache
It’s gonna get you, get you for sure




Dopeman Go – Tory Lanez lyrics




Lyrics Tory Lanez – Dopeman go

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

Bought the Wraith, I said f*ck the Ghost
Flew a brand new b*tch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the b*tch, that b*tch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I f*ck all the b*tches that make b*tches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad b*tches f*ckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad b*tches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna f*ck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme f*ck then I’ma f*ck her friend
Scoreboard b*tch I’m up 10 versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
b*tch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy babyyy.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video go


Tory Lanez – DopeMan Go


[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith, I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby


Tory Lanez – Dopeman Go (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)


[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told em niggas I ain’t know
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of spliting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby


Gucci Mane – Moon Walk


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Hee-hee)
Wop, it’s Gucci
Mike Will, burr burr, burr burr

[Hook: Akon]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, “Daddy, you so good”
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Fuckin’ it backwards and forwards and sideways (hee, hee)
That pussy be sore for like five days (hee, hee)
Oh, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane’s a smooth criminal
Billy Jean is not my lover
But I’m so motherfuckin’ hot
I got Elvis Presley’s precious daughter
You can be my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or yellow
Balmain jeans and matchin’ sweaters
Moon walkin’ in Maison Margielas
King of Pop, come rock with me
Show you who bad, I beat it, beat it
Taking all kind of prescription pills
Like Michael Jack, I’m super kinky
Super freaky, gangster geechie
Gucci give you that gangster love
Diamonds dancin’ on my pinky
Like it’s Michael Jackson’s glove
Like Janet Jackson, scream for me
Like Joe Jackson, I’ll slap ya up
I’m dangerous, I’m off the wall
It’s Thriller when I’m in the club
Beat that pussy so good
That she use the same ad-libs Michael does (hee-hee)
Now turn around and back it up

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Moon, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that pole
Look at that girl moon walk
You screamin’ “Oh, baby, you so good”
And I’m watchin’ you gettin’ to it
You a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways (hee, hee)
That pussy be sore for like five days (hee, hee)
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Caucasian women, Black women
Spanish, Russian, Asian women
Fall out when I touch their hand
They rush the stage like Michael did it
Live my life like Michael Jackson
Made more stars than Michael Bivins
Like Michael Jordan, livin’ legend
I’m the best that ever did it
White diamonds, Elizabeth Taylor
White folks money crazy paper
Vegas mansion, Cali ranches
Monkeys, tigers, zebras, pandas
Giraffes and panthers, I’m so handsome
On stage with a hundred dancers
I got so much fuckin’ money
I could buy one hundred Phantoms
I’m Jackson 5, but Gucci dolo
I’m so dope, I’m goin’ solo
I’m so high, might pull a no-show
So leaned out, need take a lodo
That’s your hoe but she a thot though
She just moon walked through the door though
I’m the Wiz and you the Skep
This ain’t Motown but I want some more dough

[Hook: Akon & Chris Brown]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, “Daddy, you so good”
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways (hee, hee)
That pussy be sore for like five days (hee, hee)
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Ha!
It’s Gucci
Moon walkin’


Gucci Mane – Moon Walk (feat. Chris Brown & Akon) letras

November 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Hee-hee)
Wop, it’s Gucci
Mike Will, burr burr, burr burr

[Hook: Akon]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, "Daddy, you so good"
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Fuckin’ it backwards and forwards and sideways
That pussy be sore for like five days
Oh, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane’s a smooth criminal
Billy Jean is not my lover
But I’m so motherfuckin’ hot
I got Elvis Presley’s precious daughter
You can be my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or yellow
Balmain jeans and matchin’ sweaters
Moon walkin’ in Maison Margielas
King of Pop, come rock with me
Show you who bad, I beat it, beat it
Taking all kind of prescription pills
Like Michael Jack, I’m super kinky
Super freaky, gangster geechie
Gucci give you that gangster love
Diamonds dancin’ on my pinky
Like it’s Michael Jackson’s glove
Like Janet Jackson, scream for me
Like Joe Jackson, I’ll slap ya up
I’m dangerous, I’m off the wall
It’s Thriller when I’m in the club
Beat that pussy so good
That she use the same ad-libs Michael does (hee-hee)
Now turn around and back it up

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that pole
Look at that girl moon walk
You screamin’ "Oh, baby, you so good"
And I’m watchin’ you gettin’ to it
You a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways
That pussy be sore for like five days
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Caucasian women, Black women
Spanish, Russian, Asian women
Fall out when I touch their hand
They rush the stage like Michael did it
Live my life like Michael Jackson
Made more stars than Michael Bivins
Like Michael Jordan, livin’ legend
I’m the best that ever did it
White diamonds, Elizabeth Taylor
White folks money crazy paper
Vegas mansion, Cali ranches
Monkeys, tigers, zebras, pandas
Russian panthers, I’m so handsome
On stage with a hundred dancers
I got so much fuckin’ money
I could buy one hundred Phantoms
I’m Jackson 5, but Gucci dolo
I’m so dope, I’m goin’ solo
I’m so high, might pull a no-show
So leaned out, need take a Lodo
That’s your hoe but she a tho though
She just moon walk through the door though
I’m the Wiz and you the Skep
This ain’t Motown but I want some more dough

[Hook: Akon & Chris Brown]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, "Daddy, you so good"
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways
That pussy be sore for like five days
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Ha!
It’s Gucci
Moon walkin’