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French Montana – Stop It (feat. T.I.) (Jungle Rules Album)

And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings
[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl? [Intro: French Montana]
I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

French Montana – Push Up (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Ridin’ in a V, watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 2]
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Married to the mob, that’s word to my mama
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
I’ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?]
In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci
Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it
Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Outro]
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Verse 1]
Ridin’ in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
In the [?], lights behind the [?]
Drink a sip of heaven, I’ma do it for my dog
Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
They don’t want no money, niggas actin’ groupie
I’ve been ridin’ in a Benz, bustin’ with the beams
I just want the paper, I don’t need no friends
I was ridin’ with the oh, oh, feelin’ like I’m Guwop
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
I be ridin’ with [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

Rob Markman – I Don’t Wanna Wait (feat. Kirby Maurier)

Paul’s, make the sign of the cross
Word to Wallace and the solace that I find in the lord
Found God ’round the time Al died in the Bronx
Bless Brad, bless Brad for the gangsta and the gospel
The Fix was like the Bible, Face was our Apostle
My fate was in the bottle, I chased with a Clamato
Vodka shots, no tomorrow, Hail Mary with my eyes closed
[Chorus: Kirby Maurier]
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait

[Verse 3: Rob Markman]
Everyone addicted to somethin’
Some addicted to drugs, some addicted to hustlin’
Some addicted to women, some addicted to sinnin’
It’s the rush, the adrenaline, the high when it’s settlin’
I tap a vein, hopin’ that my dreams pop
‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up, and then the dream stop
But I can’t sleep either
Seen dudes better than me turn underachiever
Men with ambition get hit, turn up missin’
I almost got shot, I started seein’ things different
My homie baggin’ in the kitchen
I’m just waitin’ for this Hennessy to kick in
These drunk thoughts, soberin’ my soul
Seen karma come around, startin’ to lose control
Just tryna get it ‘fore the time pass
‘Cause I don’t know how long the ride lasts
[Chorus: Kirby Maurier]
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait [Intro: Rob Markman]
It’s like where we’re from, you’d be lucky to make it out
Not everybody gets this chance
God help us all
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
I’m from the block where the powder blew minds
‘Cross the street from the spot fiends crowded two lines
Summertime hot, had to shower two times
My very first pair was the Powder Blue 9s
Thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin’
So I molded my image out of God’s Son’s vision
To the point every communion that I’m gettin’
I’m in Bred 11s and Bordeaux 7s
Christ, it was written and rap was our religion
Let my OG mold me, he hustled for a livin’
16 in the spot, close enough to smell it
Rode with him on his shift, he never let me sell it
Lost my mind ’round the time that bro got locked
Couple years before that is when Kev got shot
I mean… I could’ve been a crash test dummy
Pumpin’ for herringbones, beeper and sneaker money
[Chorus: Kirby Maurier]
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait

[Verse 2: Rob Markman]
My brother got locked, I only visited once
The ride was sick, smelled like someone pissed on the bus
He taught me when the gun buck, you duck
And I was only 18 the night I almost got touched
Couple shots close range, I think God intervened
Same corner I seen needles in arms of a fiend
Same corner I seen teens bear arms for the green
Same corner I seen kings die for a dream
Somethin’ like survivor’s remorse
So when I hit St.

Vic Mensa – Wings (feat. Pharrell & Saul Williams)

Did they do me too right? Or do they just love the attention? [Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
Use my wings (wings, wings)
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
And fly (fly, fly, fly)
Fly
Fly
Fly
Use my wings
[Verse 2]
Introduction to Victor, not Vic Mensa
The one you never meet in a XXL issue
I got so many issues, I should be my own publisher
The beat is my therapist, skateboard, paint the picture
A portrait of the artist formally known as Vic
I read the signs I was close to overdose like Prince
Picking pill pieces up out of the bathroom sink
Like an armored truck ride in the rink
I’d probably be a vegetable if not for medical attention
My self destructive habits have me itching like Tyrone Biggums
In the cyclone of my own addiction
The voices in my head keep talking, I don’t wanna listen
"You’ll never be good enough nigga you never was
Nobody fucking needs you, you should just jump off the bridge
You hurt everyone around you, you impossible to love
I don’t want you to live, I wish you were fucking dead
I wish you were never born, we would all be better for it
I don’t love you I don’t like you, like a fucking metaphor
Fuck everyone song you ever done, you lie to everyone
And ask them to tell the truth when that’s something you never done
You a fucking embarrassment, how dare you win
Nigga, you let the devil in
You’re still a drug addict, you’re nothing without your medicine
Go and run to your sedatives, you can’t run forever Vic"
Climb the tallest building and spread your wings

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
Use my wings (wings, wings)
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
And fly (fly, fly, fly)
Fly
Fly
Fly
Here’s my
[Outro: Saul Williams and Vic Mensa]
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
(The answer to the questions that wings are)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
(The metaphor for birds is eternal)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
(Spread my wings, and fly)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings and fly)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
Good Evening Will they love me when I die? Is the past coming back to bite? Did I waste too many days? Will I ever learn to fly? Am I the same as the snakes? Did I fight too many nights? Not to mention my girlfriends, what went wrong? Did I really blow it all like a hand grenade in the middle of a civil war? [Intro: Vic Mensa and Pharrell Williams]
(Wings, wings, wings)
P, this shit beautiful
(Spread my wings, wings, wings, spread my wings)
Just let me think about my life
(And fly, fly, fly, fly)
Where I wanna go, and where I been
(Fly, fly, fly)
Turn the headphones up
[Verse 1]
Take me away from all the drama man, I miss the old days
With all of these backstabbers i feel like the old jay
I wanna open up my parachute but it’s cold playing this role when you never been the type to role play
There’s something about this game and it fucks with you mentally
Like football players leaving the league with traumatic brain injuries
And eventually, you’ll never be the same as you were
Then you look back at your life and everything is a blur
Like did I really turn 23 and see a mill before 24? Do they really value my friendship? Am I still down with the same niggas that I came in with?

Young Scooter – Hustlin (feat. YFN Lucci & Meek Mill)

Remember them nights, where was they plannin’ them nights? Remember my nigga, all we had dinner was rice
We was just gettin’ it right
Out on that corner then they ran up on us ’cause we tryna win win win
We catch a new case and get back out of jail and we do it again-gain-gain
Four on a baby, that one twenty-five, they feel like McGrady and we let ’em fly
Maybe I’m wrong, I pray that we kill ’em and we never die
Be with some niggas that stand up, they only get down on their knees just to pray to Allah
We the type [?] of them niggas to spray all them niggas like brrr and go to Dubai
You know that it’s on, nigga we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah [Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I was down, shit was slow
Nigga say he got them bags, but that shit hot, yeah
All we know is lay ’em down, yeah we gon’ plot
And if it’s in there we gon’ go in a nigga’s spot
Uh, slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure
My brother workin’ that stick, they keep on swangin’ that door
My partner just caught a five ’cause he got caught with that pole
Got to keep your mouth shut and play the game how it go, yeah
Hustlin’, yeah we were hustlin’
Nigga get out of line, hell yeah we gon’ bust him
Niggas that be talkin’ behind your back, you can’t trust ’em
And two words to a snitch nigga, motherfuck ’em, yeah
Makin’ plays like I’m in the NBA, in and out of state
Tryna feed my kids and beat a case
My lil partner got that iron on him, dying to catch a case
Sippin’ ’round, pourin’ nines, fuck a line we need a case, yeah hey
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Three sixty-five hustlin’ means we grind all year
You see this Rolex ’round my wrist, bitch I shine all year
I’m the Jugg King so I get jugg man of the year
I was locked up, juggin’ out my cell for real
Working out that condo, we was jugging for sure
Bust down a thousand pounds, sweep twenty pounds off the floor
Still got that ninety-seven Acura, with a spot in the floor
I’m ’bout these bricks for life just like that boy Shawty Lo (L-O)
A lot of niggas jugg but they can’t jugg like this
I got collard greens and I got all white fish
And I don’t need a ho ’cause I could buy your bitch
It take a real nigga to live a life like this
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Trappin’ out the bando, thirty shot extendo
Pop the cartridge in like we playin’ Nintendo
Put some paper on ’em, make them niggas get low
Shootin’ and they tellin’, that’s them niggas M-O, ho!

ONE – 그냥 그래 (Gettin’ By)

안녕 오랜만이야
너는 요즘 어떻게 지내
너무도 뻔한 이 말에
뻔한 대답을 해
I know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
모든 걸 내려놓을 것만 같았던
그때 그 순간을 이제는
추억이라고 말할 수가 있는 시간이 왔어
조금 덤덤히 너를 볼 수 있을 것 같아
전화길 들어 how you doin’
오랜만이네
너는 어떻게 지내? 기분이 어때
내가 듣고 싶던 대답이 아니어도 돼
너무 많은 시간이 흘렀기에
너와 나 우리도
그냥 똑같은 거야
저기 영화나 드라마
같은 건 없다고 말야
평범한 사랑을 했고
평범한 이별이었어
이제야 알 것만 같은 걸
안녕 오랜만이야
너는 요즘 어떻게 지내
너무도 뻔한 이 말에
뻔한 대답을 해
I know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
할 말은 너무 많지만
난 하지 않으려고 해
너도 나와 같은 맘
인거 아니 이 말로 대신할게
You know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
너무도 힘든 일이 많았겠지
가끔은 우는 날도 있었겠지
그때 내가 생각 나곤 했는지
아님 맘 편히 기대어 울 땐 있었는지 말야
나도 나름 많은 일들이 있었지
하는 일이 잘 되는 거 같다가도
무너지기도 몇 번씩
예전같이 너와 얘기하고 싶어
근데 그러면 안돼 남겨놔야지 뭐
너와 나 우리는
다른 사랑을 했다고
굳게 믿어 왔었지만
결국엔 똑같은 것
우린 인사를 나누고
다시 아무 일 없는 듯
익숙해진 그 자리로 돌아가
안녕 오랜만이야
너는 요즘 어떻게 지내
너무도 뻔한 이 말에
뻔한 대답을 해
I know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
할 말은 너무 많지만
난 하지 않으려고 해
너도 나와 같은 맘
인거 아니 이 말로 대신할게
You know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래

ONE – 해야해 (Heyahe)

차가운 새벽 공기 차가워진 몸
들어와 따뜻해진 이불 속
느껴지는 니 온기 헝클어진 머리카락과
너의 야릇한 미소
불은 켜놔야 해 다 기억할래 선명하게
너의 완벽한 실루엣 나를 뒤돌아볼 때
미칠 거 같아 oh damn
너의 머리 어깨 밑에
너와 눈이 마주친 순간 우린 시작을 해
눈을 감지 말아 지금
잠에 들기에는 아직 일러
괜히 감추기 싫어 우린 해야해
할 일을 해야해 우린 꼭 해야해
누가 먼저랄 거 없어
니 다릴 잡은 내 손
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
너넨 상상을 해 우린 상상 속에
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
햇빛이 방해할 때까지
We make so much love
Ay ay 네가 충분할때까지
Baby work it work it uh
Give it that work
Give it that work
너의 숨결이 바빠져
할 일은 끝나지 않아
우린 지금 바쁘잖아 uh
눈을 감지 말아 지금
잠에 들기에는 아직 일러
괜히 감추기 싫어 우린 해야해
할 일을 해야해 우린 꼭 해야해
누가 먼저랄 거 없어
니 다릴 잡은 내 손
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
너넨 상상을 해 우린 상상 속에
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
누가 먼저랄 거 없어
니 다릴 잡은 내 손
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
너넨 상상을 해 우린 상상 속에
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해

Wizkid – Dirty Wine (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ohhh
Let me see you dirty wine suh
Ohhhhhh
Go on show me how you wine suh
My shawty dirty wine suh (ahnh)
In the middle of the dance floor (ahanh)
Fuck it up when she wine suh (ahanh)
Do your dance for a real one (ahanh)
[Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Wizkid]
Ohhh
Girl is mine tonight
Ohhhh
You know how bad I want it
Girl in the morning
When I’m yawning
Girl is you I’m calling
She steady put it up before me
She never dull me
She give everything up for me
[Hook]
My girl dirty wine suh – my girl dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suuuuh – my girl dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – please gimme dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – girl gimme dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suh – my girl dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suuuuh – girl gimme dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – Ohh dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – girl gimme dirty wine suh

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
No wonder me call in the morning
Big man ting no dulling
You and I sex till morning
Pull out the spliff me and you straight burning
Me like the dance and your sexiness
She call on me cos she mad without me (Oh Lord)
Put me at ease when me come out the road
Hold me down don’t let me go
[Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Wizkid]
Ohh
Girl is mine tonight
Ohhhh
You know how bad I want it
Girl in the morning
When I’m yawning
Girl is you I’m calling
She steady put it up before me
She never dull me
She give everything up for me
[Hook]
My girl dirty wine suh – my girl dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suuuuh – my girl dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – please gimme dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – girl gimme dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suh – my girl dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suuuuh – girl gimme dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – Ohh dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – girl gimme dirty wine suh

[Refrain:]
Ohhh
Let me see you dirty wine suh
Ohhhhhh
Go on show me how you wine suh
[Hook]
My girl dirty wine suh – my girl dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suuuuh – my girl dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – please gimme dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – please gimme dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suh – my girl dirty wine suh
My girl dirty wine suuuuh – girl gimme dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – Ohh dirty wine suh
Please gimme dirty wine suh – girl gimme dirty wine suh

Wizkid – Sexy (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Sexy! Sexy! Sexy! Sexy! oh sexy, you tooo, sexy oh
Aaaa! Tell am all the nice tings
Ahh, you already know, StarBoy
Got me a girl on the road
Bá mi gbé bá mi lọ
Bá mi she bá mi lọ
Bá mi shere bá mi lọ
Sexy as sugar sugar
Sexy as bread and butter
Aaa! [Verse: WizKid & Efya]
I need baby wey go bless e me o, sexy
Wey go love me nor go stress e me o, oh sexy oh
I need one wey go help e me o
Aaaaa! never leave me baby mo
Let me love you baby mo

[Hook: WizKid & Efya]
My African baby, sexy
Overload, oh sexy oh
Every beauty, sexyyy-yyy
I love the beauty, sexy
African baby, sexy
Odumare bless you, oh sexy oh
Heavy beauty, sexyyy-yyy
I love the beauty, sexy
[Bridge]
What you tell your woman when you wake in the morning
Make you tell am, you love am, you miss am
You wanna kiss am, you need am, ha! never leave me baby mo
Let me love you baby mo
[Hook: WizKid & Efya]
My African baby, sexy
Overload, oh sexy oh
Every beauty, sexyyy-yyy
I love the beauty, sexy
African baby, sexy
Odumare bless you, oh sexy oh
Heavy beauty, sexyyy-yyy
I love the beauty, sexy sexy-yyy
Got me a girl on the road
Bá mi gbé bá mi lọ
Bá mi she bá mi lọ
Bá mi shere bá mi lọ
Ooo sexy as sugar sugar
Sexy as bread and butter
Aaa! Sexy! Sexy! [Hook: WizKid & Efya]
My African baby, sexy
Overload, sexy
Heavy beauty, sexyyy-yyy
I love the beauty, sexy
African baby, sexy
Odumare bless you, sexy
Heavy beauty, sexyyy-yyy
I love the beauty, sexy
Oh, oh sexy, you tooo, oh sexy oh
Aaaa! Kill the wahala kill the stress in me o, sexy
She nor go let nobody stress e me o, oh sexy oh
I need one wey be my destiny o
Aaaaa! sexy, oooooo, sexy
Aaaa! Sexy! Sexy!

Wizkid – Nobody (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

[Verse 1]
She tell me not to rush
She tell me she love me every day without remorse
She tell me she will give me to me rough
She will give will give me to me nice and slow
If I do never see nobody, do never see
If I do never see nobody else
Do never see, oooh lord
She tell me not to rush
She tell me she will love me everyday of me life aye
She tell me she will give me to me rough
She will give will give me to me nice and slow
If I do never see nobody, do never see
If I do never see nobody else
Do never see, oooh lord
[Hook]
I will hold you tight
I will treat you right
I will hold you tight
If you’re lost baby, I will show you light
Say I want, baby I want
Baby girl say I want, baby I want you
I will hold you tight
I will treat you right
I will hold you tight
If you lost baby, I will show you light
Say I want, say I want
Baby girl say I want, say I want you

[Verse 2]
Baby I know, that you seen a lotta niggas like me
I know, that will really break your heart
Baby I know, that you seen a lotta niggas like me
I know, but for real that’s why I want you to stay with me
Baby don’t you go leaving me
That’s why I want you to stay with me
Baby don’t you go leaving me
Say I know, that you seen a lotta niggas like me
I know, but I won’t break your heart
Baby I know, that you seen a lotta niggas like me
I know, girl that’s why I want you to stay with me
Baby don’t you go leaving me
That’s why I want you to stay with me
Baby don’t you go leaving me
She tell me not to rush
She tell me she will love me everyday of me life aye
She tell me she will give me to me rough
She will give will give me to me nice and slow
If I do never see nobody, do never see
If I do never see nobody else
Do never see, oooh lord
[Hook]
I will hold you tight
I will treat you right
I will hold you tight
If you’re lost baby, I will show you light
Say I want, baby I want
Baby girl say I want, baby I want you
I will hold you tight
I will treat you right
I will hold you tight
If you lost baby, I will show you light
Say I want, say I want
Baby girl say I want, baby I want you

Wizkid – Picture Perfect (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

[Verse]
Let them keeping talking girl we send nobody
Them keep and talking but I want nobody nah
Let them keeping talking girl you know I want it
Girl it’s a giving that I always need you more
I’ll put a ring on it cause I don’t wan’t you gone
And when they talk just tell them this your favourite song
Girl no lies no lies
I want it all night, yeah
[Hook]
I can feel the wave
I can feel the wave
Omoge watch your shoulder
She as she fine like picture kodak
I can feel the wave
I can feel the wave
Omoge watch your shoulder
She as she fine like picture showed her
Whine am, oooouie
My girl just whine up, run it
Whine up, oooouie
My girl just whine up, ooh-ouah
My girl just let your body touch upon my body
Feel the music let it put you in the zone
Let nobody come and mess up our vibe
I thought we were meant to be? You have to stay mine

I can feel the wave
I can feel the wave
Omoge watch your shoulder
She as she fine like picture kodak
I can feel the wave
I can feel the wave
Omoge watch your shoulder
She as she fine like picture showed her
Whine am, oooouie
My girl just whine up, run it
Whine up, oooouie
My girl just whine up, ooh-ouah

Wizkid – One For Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

let me know
Can you be the one for me baby
Me wanna care for you love you forever
Can it be just for me baby
Sexiness, all this loving forever
Baby girl you’re a kiss from a rose
Say your love like a kiss from a rose
Girl just love me I swear I nor boast
Say when I see you I know you’re the one

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & (WizKid)]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(Girl you’re the one for me)
Call on me, you can call on me
(Girl just call on me)
All I want, cause all I want is to be
(All I want to be)
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(You’re the one for me)
[Verse 2: WizKid]
In my life, I know
And I know and I know and I know and I know
I know that you’re for me
In my life, I know
And I know and I know and I know and I know
I know that you’re for me yeaaaa
Can you be the one for me baby
Me wanna care for you love you forever
Can it be just for me baby
Sexiness, all this loving forever
Baby girl you’re a kiss from a rose
Say your love like a kiss from a rose
Girl just love me I swear I nor boast
Say when I see you I know you’re the one

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & (WizKid)]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(Girl you’re the one for me)
Call on me, you can call on me
(Girl just call on me)
All I want, cause all I want is to be
(All I want to be)
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(You’re the one for me)
[Bridge: WizKid]
Say if you love the guy say aaah
Say if you are the one say I
Say if you got the one you really want to die for
Or you got the one you can burst a shot for
Just say yeaah
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & (WizKid)]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
Call on me, you can call on me
All I want, cause all I want is to be
(All I want to be)
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(You’re the one for me)
[Outro]
Oh lord, you’re the one, oh yeah
Baby You’re the one, alright
You’re the one, oh yeah
Baby you’re the one, say it for me gyal! You’re the one, oh lord
You’re the one, oh yeah
You’re the one, oh lord
Baby you’re the one, yeah yah! StarBoy international sound
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
Call on me, you can call on me
All I want, cause all I want is to be
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
[Verse 1: WizKid]
Oh lord
Loving your simple style, style
When you move girl I feel your style, style
When you leave me that’s a minus
Say together we’re a stronger soul
Whine whine say no man can control
If feels better than Silver and Gold
Is it forever girl? let me know
Is it forever girl?

Wizkid – Daddy Yo (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

I like the way you dance
I love your kitty-dance, I love the way you dance am
3-4, knocking on the door
Whine fimme baby gyal, gimme whine slow, girl
5-6, tip on ya toe
Time fimme dance am, quater-to, dance am
7-8, don’t be late
Do what the teacher say, don’t come late, gyal
9-10, open and close
Dance fimme down gyal, oya, wine am
11-12, wine up-close
Do what the teacher say and put on repeat, ahn-ah
Wizzy boy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Starboy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Wizzy boy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Starboy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance (Oh)
Make her dance, make her dance
Make her dance, make her dance
Oh make her dance, make her dance
Make her dance, make e dance
Oh make e dance Wizzy boy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Starboy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Wizzy boy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Starboy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
I got a lotta song, she sing so
I make her meter blow uh-ooh-oh
Na my song she dey sing so
She never ever dull uh-ooh-oh
When we dey, nobody dey
She dey like to wan dress, you know
She dey do the durty dance, you know
Valentino she dey wear, you know
She call me Funkmaster Flex, you know
Everything I want, she gimme
She tell me everyday she wanna see me, ooh-yeah
Bad-boy Wizzy, StarBoy Wizzy-boy
I make her dance, I give her mwaan
And you know my girl nice
And I swear, she dey dress, you know
Valentino she dey wear, you know
Gucci be the dress, you know
I no dey let her stress, you know
Wizzy boy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Starboy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Wizzy boy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
Starboy, make me dance
Daddy Yo, make me dance
1-2.

Wizkid – African Bad Gyal (feat. Chris Brown) (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Ah you coming from Uganda? Or you’re coming from Nigeria? Yeah, StarBoy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me hear you say, yeah, yeah
Sarz on the beat
Yaga
Them no born me yesterday
Every gyal, want designer
Them no born me yesterday
I know say your love will cost me something
Girl you dey do me something something
Ee dey do me like you gonna
I see the fire, bring the rice
Burnin’ like a cigarette
Baby girl are you from Ghana? Or you coming from Somalia? African bad gyal
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are
Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Starboy kill the beat, yeah, ayy
Them no born me yesterday
Be a freaky girl and whine up
I put my hand up on the waist
Baby girl, you are the one, oh
Ooh, baby, you you got something
Gimme, gimme all of your love, I want it
Baby girl, stop with all the fronting
The way you dance, I know you want this
Baby girl, you from Angola
Sister from South Africa
Pretty girl, I wanna hold ya
Shout out to my ladies in Nigeria
African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are
Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan, yeah, yeah
Feeling the dancing, gan, yeah, yeah
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayy
Say, if you like Galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce
Say, if you like galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce
I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
I love the feeling, that I feel, I’m feelin’ nice
I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
You give me life, you give me life, you give me life
See, baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body
Baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body
African bad gyal
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are
Feeling the dancing gan, yeah, yeah
Sarz on the beat gan, yeah, yeah
Feeling the dancing gan, yeah
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ay
Yeah

Wizkid – Naughty Ride (feat. Major Lazer) (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Say, make you shake it, yeah
Make you dance, dance, make you break it, yeah
Make you show them say, you be novice
Make you tell them say, you know this
[Chorus]
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride

[Outro]
Ooh yeah
More fire! Now you wanna leave, oh Sade? You say you no go leave, oh Sade
Slow down, I beg you, slow down
Yeah! Come and shake it, yeah
Make you dance, make you, make you break it, yeah
Make you tell dem say, you be novice
Make you show them say, you know this
Caribbean girls! International flex
Starboy deh yah so
Yeah! Slow down, I beg you, slow down
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Don’t you listen to the people
What the people got to say
I’m addicted to your love, girl
You’re the morning to my night
If you no leave, I no go fit leave, oh
If you no sleep, I no sleep, oh
I wanna see you everyday, you light up my day
Come and live the Starboy way
[Chorus]
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride

[Verse 2]
Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why
You tell me la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lies
Baby, bring it back and rewind slow
Give me that thing, it’s mine
Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why
Don’t tell me la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie, no
Omo to shan, omo to shan
Omo to civilise
[Pre-Chorus 2]
African girls! Why you gon’ dey leave, oh Sade? Ooh yeah [Intro]
Bust the tune…
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
Oh, Lawd
International flex
Wizzy deh yah so
Wizzy boy, hold down
Wizzy boy, slow down
Wizzy boy deh yah so
Yo, yeah
The girls deh yah so, yeah
[Chorus]
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride
Ride, naughty ride
Ride, naughty ride
Oh, my girl, naughty ride, ride, ride

[Verse 1]
Can I get my keys, oh shawty?

Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake) (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie? I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

MADEINTYO – Goat Life

That don’t add up, I’m the goat type
She the type to put it in, and she don’t bite
She a freaky type, slurp you up, "good night"
And she wrap her hair up, she the hood type, yeah
[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana, I’m that nigga I
Need some shades for them diamonds ’cause they so bright
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
Yeah i Feel like Juelz Santana, I’m that nigga I
Need some shades for them diamonds, yeah they so bright
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
Ooh [Intro]
Goat shit
Yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Feel like Juelz Santana, I’m that nigga I
Need some shades for diamonds ’cause they so bright
I’ma show you how to live that goat life
I’ma show you how to live that goat life
Feel like Juelz Santana, I’m that nigga I
Need some shades for diamonds ’cause they so bright
I’ma show you how to live that goat life
I’ma show you how to live that goat life
[Verse 1]
See I made it out the A, chain like Kool-Aid
Kick, push; coast, feel like Lupe
Told my momma that we got it, yeah, we too straight
Love when my shawty put her hair in two braids
Back in highschool love them bitches that go both ways
Pull my chain out, call that bitch a snow day
Living comfortable, ooh, that’s that goat life
And these bitches miss my dick, that’s that goat life
[Chorus]
Feel like Juelz Santana, I’m that nigga I
Need some shades for them diamonds ’cause they so bright
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
Feel like Juelz Santana, I’m that nigga I
Need some shades for them diamonds ’cause they so bright
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life
I’ma show you how to live, yeah that goat life (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Tear that pussy down, fresh like silk rice
Cartier on my lenses, that nigga don’t write
Freestyle on that bitch, ooh I don’t write
Say you ’bout a damn check, but you broke, right?

Selena Gomez – Can’t Steal Our Love Lyrics

SELENA GOMEZCan’t Steal Our Love Lyrics
I can’t seem to hide from the lies, I can’t discuss myself
I’ve been peaceful so high, and I can’t find myself
I just wanna feel I’m fallin’ down
You pick me up right off the ground
They can’t keep between us too right now
They can’t steal our love
They can’t steal our love
They can’t steal our love
(Lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove)
They can’t steal our love
(Lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove)
They can’t steal our love

Miley Cyrus – Down For It Lyrics

MILEY CYRUSDown For It Lyrics
Like a phoenix I will rise from the flame
Flipping eyes on the ashes I remain
You used me up
Yeah, you thought I was the same girl
But I’m not the same girl
Living in the shamed world
Like a ghost now you live inside my head
You barely hear, I don’t remember why I bled for you
You gotta hold on all the things that I don’t need
You’re about the troubles so just go ahead and grab me
You can take me anywhere you want anywhere you need it
Baby don’t be shy I like my guys to be a little handsy
Don’t have to move to the bedroom
Yeah, we can stay on the floor
I’ll show you something you have never seen before

Roger Troutman – In The Mix Lyrics

ROGER TROUTMANIn The Mix Lyrics
Mix
It’s in the mix baby
Hey Roger (What)
Play that groove
That makes me wanna move
It’s in the mix
Hey DJs
All across the USA
I love the way
You mix those funky jams (Yes I do)
Every time I turn on my radio
I can’t believe my ears (Believe it)
The sounds I hear I can’t explain
It must be in the mix
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Yeah)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Oooh wow)
Don Cornelius, hey Soul Train
I love to see your body talk
I love the way (Wooo)
You dance to the funky mix (Mix)
Keep dancin’ and prancin’
And dancin’ and prancin’
Get down now
Every time I watch TV
I see ya dancin’ to the mix (Ohhh)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (About to funk to death)
Mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix (Scratch, scratch, ohhh scratch)
Gimme a handkerchief here
Everybody’s diggin’ the sounds
Stereophonic electric sound
Ultrasonic peculiar sounds
All of the sounds are in the mix
Mix baby (Uhh, ahhh)
It’s in the mix (Yeah)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Oooh wow)
Mix, scratch, break it down and mix Every time I go to a disco
I notice all those strange sounds
The people they be dancin’
To the sound of the funky mix
Keep on dancin’
Keep on prancin’
You know the DJs they been mixin
All those funky jams
Keep on mixin’
Keep on scratchin’, yeah
They’ll be dancin’ and prancin’
And mixin’ and scratchin’
Jammin’ and slammin’
All night long, yeah
Mix baby
Mix baby
Mix
It’s in the mix
Houston, Texas
It’s in the mix
Concinnati, Ohio
It’s in the mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix
James Brown we love you
Barry Gordy we love you too, yeah
The Motown Sound
It’s in the mix baby, baby
Detroit City
It’s in the mix
Hamilton, Ohio
It’s in the mix
Dayton, Ohio
It’s in the mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix