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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 




2 Chainz – I Luv Dem Strippers lyrics




Let’s play big bank take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

First I back back, Louie backpack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention, your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening
My weed so loud, everybody listen
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

2 Chainz, you f*cking crazy, motherf*ckers know I’m f*cking crazy
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch, I rep that rich gang. Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine
Tell Tyga, lookin’ for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash
Yes that’s why I’m crowned queen, and I ain’t lookin’ for the prom king
These hoes’ careers ain’t promising, killing these bitches – crime scene
Oh, that’s how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up
This sh*t hit you in the chin like a pull up
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up
Oh, hop up out the space car
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine,
I wish a bitch could

Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

Wait I don’t even think these niggas understood what the f*ck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could
2 Chainz!


Young Thug – Been Gettin Racks Lyrics


[Hook: Young Thug]
I’mma fly to L.A, I been getting the racks
Tired of cashing that money
Fuck her front and the back
I don’t ever talk smack
Pussy you ain’t takin’ jack
I don’t like cats I like jags
I drink drank by the keg
I don’t want head if it’s stankin
Suck that dick while you plankin’
I might buy new Acres
Come in it like a Wrangler
I’ve been substituting these whores
While I’m flying round the globe
I’ma shoot you boy if you play about it, wooah

[Verse 1]
Paris Hilton my rooms, I get them racks up
Now she suck a nigga like woo
My new CD’s are print, but it ain’t blue
I got a K in my trench, just ‘specially for you
Gunnin’, watch them pop lock it and drop it
Got all five pockets full in case you think it’s a wallet
Shoot em in the back like Ricky no puppet
I got hoes and they give me head without a pocket
Aye, eenie miny mo
I’ma fuck the bitch all of her clothes on
Nigga really that complain really poor
Need a new job better store up
Need a new car with some some carbon
I don’t make it rain no, I’ma nut on her car, let her snort some
I just went inside Nordstroms and spent me a motherfuckin’ a Fortune

[Hook]
I’mma fly to L.A, I been getting the racks
Tired of cashing that money
Fuck her front and the back
I don’t talk never smack
Pussy you ain’t takin’ jack
I don’t like cats I like jags
I drink drank by the keg
I don’t want head if it’s stankin
Suck that dick while you plankin’
I might buy a new Acres
Come in it like a Wrangler
I’ve been substituting these whores while I’m flying round the globe
I’m a soldier boy if you play about it, wooah
Paris Hilton my rooms, I get them racks up

[Hook]
I’mma fly to L.A, I been getting the racks
Tired of cashing that money
Fuck her front and the back
I don’t ever talk smack
Pussy you ain’t takin’ jack
I don’t like cats I like jags
I drink drank by the keg
I don’t want head if it’s stankin
Suck that dick while you plankin’
I might buy a new Acres
Come in it like a Wrangler
I’ve been substituting these whores while I’m flying round the globe
I’m a shoot you boy if you play about it, wooah
Paris Hilton my rooms, I get them racks up