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Stefflon Don – Uber Lyrics

[Intro: Stefflon Don]
Uh, oh
Don, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Put your ass in a Uber
I’ma make you come sooner
I just wanna lay with you now
I just wanna lay with you now
So put your ass in a Uber
Comin’ over in a Uber
I just wanna lay with you now
But I swear, baby, do not, do not, do not

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
[?] have it, just know I got it
Know me fi haffi wrap up di road, I got it
Every time they see me and you, I got it
They know I’m nothin’ with fools, I got it
That body haffi get fling up, I got it
Know money make di Don turn her skin off, I got it
You know me got di ice for your cool
Wrap up your tings, turn mi big bed in a swimmin’ pool
I got what you want, pull up, pull
You’ll rock the world if you’re mine
I don’t really talk but do for you, pull up, just pull up
But please don’t waste my time today

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Put your ass in a Uber
I’ma make you come sooner
I just wanna lay with you now
I just wanna lay with you now
So put your ass in a Uber
Comin’ over in a Uber
I just wanna lay with you now
But I swear, baby, do not, do not, do not

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not

[Verse 2: Ebenezer]
I know you hate waitin’
Steff, when I pull up, it’s a lingerie ting
Yeah, you look good and you know this
I’m lucky that your ex didn’t notice
Coco butter skin, you’re smooth like
I’m just tryna get you in the mood like
You look summertime fine
And even better in the pool light
Oh, timing
Baby, put your phone on silent
Take the night off, you deserve it
She the [?] to the island, dumb ting
I’ll bring it over if you promise gimme somethin’
Know one thing’s for sure, baby need that long ting
No one interruptin’

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Ebenezer]
Put your ass in a Uber
I’ma make you come sooner
I just wanna lay with you now
I just wanna lay with you now
So put your ass in a Uber
Comin’ over in a Uber
I just wanna lay with you now
But I swear, baby, do not, do not, do not

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Ebenezer]
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not

Stefflon Don – Both Ways Lyrics

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what [?]

[Verse: Stefflon Don]
Why everyone in was in [?]
Reposition tit, when it hit the clip, dip, dip
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap stroke in from the back
Bullseye, on my fat back make it clap clap
Belly fat, uh, stretchmarks on Adidas
Pull in on, on that weight, we don’t reclips money come off
Came [?] baby boy just cool off
But my nails did dope about a gel tape glow
Is she leavin’ why she leavin’ with no funds (that’s dumb)
If he playin’ rock the boy and show it strugs (hold on)
Don’t forget to find a bitch and bangarap
Until the bitch is fucking lit so she’s on level up

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what

[Verse: Fekky]
[?]

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what

Stefflon Don & Future – What You Want Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head
Free Bandz
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread
Steff, what up?
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck
Grimez

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles (struggles)
They don’t know my pain (they don’t know my pain)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (almost went insane)
They don’t know the hustle (hustle)
They can’t feel my pain (they can’t feel my pain)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (diamonds on my neck)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I got these bitches goin’ cray)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (and I got them all singin’)

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don & Future]
Pull up on your block, got you wishin’ that I was dead (woo)
Heard that they been comin’, I been waitin’ in the sunset (oh, no)
I be with my niggas all day, bet you can thumb press (yeah, yeah)
Thing go brrrr, good, got that grrrr, that’s your blood check (na, na, na)
Yeah, I don’t know about that (they heard them gunshots)
I don’t know why they mad, I’m just doin’ all I can (yeah, yeah)
Keep it all comin’, I got it, I serve it, and run and fuck they heads off
Pullin’ up, bill it up, run it up, fuck it up, you should know I got it, yeah
Ooh, they can’t walk in my shoes (what they want from me?)
You know what is is (what you want from me? I gave it all I had)
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist (I gave it all I had)

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles
They don’t know my pain (what they want from me?)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (what they want from me?)
They don’t know the hustle
They can’t feel my pain (I gave it all I had)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Verse 2: Future]
They don’t know my struggles (sheesh)
They don’t know my pain (what you want from me?)
They don’t know ’bout them nights I damn near went insane (what you want from me?)
I’m goin’ crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My diamonds doin’ [?], yeah, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My cash bringin’ drama, drama, drama, drama (what you want from me?)
Went and bought a Rolls-Royce for my baby mama (what you want from me?)
My checks stay on fleek, they call that a Hannah Montana (I gave it all I had)
My ATMs SD bitch, I fuck my [?damn best] (I gave it all I had)
Yeah, I get racks on racks on racks (what you want from me?)
I fuck Gucci, I put animals on my back, my back (what you want from me?)
Bought that Cuban dollar collar, got a bag at Saks (I gave it all I had)
I bust a rich bitch, but my diamonds ain’t gon’ win my set, yeah (I gave it all I had)
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head (what you want from me?)
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread (what you want from me?)
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck (what you want from me?)
Postin’ choppers on the ‘gram and now we stay relate (I gave it all I had)
I came from the bottom, I can’t let no groupie get in my head (what you want from me?)
And they keep me on the blogs for shit I never said (what you want from me?)
Only bought a Presidential for my Pateks (I gave it all I had)
20 chains around my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Christian Loub’s will drive you crazy (what they want from me?)
Birkin bags for my main lady (I gave it all I had)
I can’t front, this rap can’t save me (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Outro: Future]
What they want from me?
What the fuck you want from me?
I gave it all I had
I gave you all I had
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
I gave you all I had
I gave you all I had
What the fuck you want from me?
What the fuck theyu want from me?
I gave ’em all I had
I gave ’em all I had

Stefflon Don – Finesse Lyrics

[Intro]
Don, uh

[Verse]
Bitch, I been finessin’ since the eighth grade
But now I’m gettin’ paid just to show face
If your nigga bummy, tell that nigga skate
Most my bitches hoes but they never fake
Still won’t pay the bill, even if I ate
I don’t pay for meals, I don’t go on dates
But I still get the cake ate
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Toes on my page, livin’ out my case
Block, b-b-blockin’ that same pace
Bitch, I’m pretty, but I’m big parkin’
This ain’t ordinary, got the guards watchin’
This ain’t ordinary, ask my nigga Drake
He told me I’m the realest and them bitches fake
Never play the bench, I don’t play it safe
Don’t cut your nose just to spite your face
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Like I be chillin’ fuckin’ with the real estate
You never set trends if you don’t take risks
This ain’t my opinion, this a practice

[Chorus]
Secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this

Stefflon Don – Crunch Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, It’s crunch time niggas in 9, come get yo dick slime
Noreaga, there ain’t no ho running through my bloodline
Jet set what bitches gone bench, they swinging bullets
Government give me your money, cash, I don’t want checks

[Verse]
I ain’t never flopped, ask about me If you want
If you see me in the bank, come bout to fuck a couple racks
Ay, heads turn when I enter, got the best furs to your mister
But I want him he ain’t got shit, I’m a big bird not slender
Juice drip, collard greens, dirty money, pussy clean
T.E. bit, need it like a dumpling while I’m coming pee
On your knees (hot one), pretty like Flacko Jodye
Eat this pussy like it’s finger lickin’ chicken on a molies

[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ shit
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch

[Verse 2]
Get’ em up, lick’ em down, they don’t want these problems now
Get these hoes see me, they see me but they don’t want me round
Keep your crown clown, I’ma done what the bloodclaat
Me nuh talk, I leave fishes swimmin’ in a blood bath
Let’ em marinade then fry ’em until they turn soft
Ejaculate on bitches tell them fi lick the cum off
Who she think she really playin’ with
I’m that kid with no patience, I ain’t playing bitch
Talking lips moving quick but ain’t saying shit
Dark knight, dim the light cause they aging quick

[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch

Stefflon Don & DJ Khaled – Win Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This the realest shit I ever said (DJ Khaled!)
They don’t want us to make it
They want us miserable, they want us broke
They wanna finish us
They don’t want us to win (another one)
So we gon’ win more pon dem bumboclaat

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
They don’t wan see mi mek it
Everyday, another ghetto yute haffi leg it
Dem a just neglected
All dem try on a set, none a dem couldn’t set it
Dem nuh wan see we mek it
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we mek it
Turn dem and we set it
Every hour mi win, dem nuh don’t wan mi see get it

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we win

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Dem badmind and jealous
Dem a pree mi ting, a wish bad fi it
But God blessings, a God mi seh
God blessings, a God mi seh
Every night, mi a pray to Jah, me seh
Dem nuh really badmind like dem, no
Clean heart a win everyday, good over evil a wan mi seh
Fuck all dem badmind people dem
Dem all dirty, dem all dirty, yeah
Dem nuh don’t wan see we win
People hot and badmind, dem nuh wan see we win
Dem a chat ’bout mi ting
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
Dem nuh wan see we win, dem nuh wan see we win
Chat dem a chat ’bout mi ting but
Not a penny dem have inna dem bank book

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
You nah fi ask if I got it like dat
Fresh, ever clean, everyting haffi match
Money haffi spend but the money come back
Batty fat, belly fat, everyting just a drop
Ever just make it like dat
Mi haffi carry nuff pressure pon mi back
Mi momma get nuff lick fi from mi daddy
So mi haffi make sure that she have it
So try chat to mi, chat to mi
Nuh a dem gyal a can’t chat to mi
Chat patois if you can, then nuh chat to mi
Face pretty but yuh inside damn ugly
So gwan yam batty
Likkle girl, go find your baby daddy
Hmmm, we can’t find nowhere
Look a job and ready, drop a sleep
The fucka wish dem a me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Some bwoy dem a choose evil
We choose Jah
They played themselves
You can’t stop what’s destined in the wind
Stefflon Don, they wanna finish you
They want you broke, they want you miserable
So make sure you become a billionaire

Stefflon Don – Precious Heavy Lyrics

[Intro]
Grimez

[Verse 1]
Fuck a nigga bring a bitch round
Let me show him how to stack P
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
This is everyting that I forseen
Mummy cryin’ that was back when
Steff Don was a likkle youth
Now I’m grown, she don’t cry tears
‘Cause I drop racks, that’s mother care
Payin’ is what they gon’ do
Hearin’ comments, sayin’ shit for likes
I’ma wish those likes paid
Check the page, that’s android
That CCTV footage
Bitch, you need a new phone
How you comment in them shit you don’t own?

[Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name

[Verse 2]
Rappers’ bodies gettin’ carried away
Don’t bury them ‘less you’re a minute late
Very blessed when I check my safe
My name ringin’ in every state
5-star on my sheets
40 racks while I sleep
Killin’ niggas and bitches too
Discrimination, I don’t do
Promise to win, I’ll never lose
Fuck a ring, I’m drippin’ juice
No love but self love
Selfless but caught up
Dumyoung ting, torn up
Fuck boys get your money up
Bitches mad ’cause I’m comin’ up

[Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name

[Verse 3]
Time runnin’ out of focus
Slide bitches, mai tai, you haffi go look
If you know my side, you know that I’m with the stuff
Watch it when I ride, don’t compare me, oh
Pull up in the drop top
Mixtape fire, know you had to stop drop
Fuckin’ with my mother, eat your 16 shots
Ting so secure, I don’t need no padlock
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth, mmm

Stefflon Don – Favourite Girl Lyrics

[Intro: Haile & Stefflon Don]
Yeah, in my zone, yeah, yeah
We haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Oh, you know we haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
He only messin’ with the real don, call too rude
If I ever got a problem, he got one too
Guns cock if you don’t cry, everythin’ die
No boy could never test I, that would never fly
So what you sayin’ to me?
Uh, Will to the Jada
Elizabeth, he need me like the paper
I got a bad attitude and it stink
But he still loves me like alcoholic loves a drink
Can you love my imperfections?
Stretch marks any part in the section
Quick thoughts, no phones or reception
My baby keep me calm with affection

[Chorus: Haile]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving?
Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
(Don, uh)
[?], heard I’m next up, yeah, I’m on draft
Labels stop when I ring ’cause I’m hot prob’
Puttin’ rocks where my vest up, all that chest love
Foreign rocks like it’s hopscotch and I won’t stop
I dismiss all you chicks
Spit from the E 5th and I’m proud
Here’s to BIG PON
Diamonds lookin’ like my albino friend
Stick with, repossession tick when they hear the click, click
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap, drip, drip
Boss up, call me [?] make it clap
Belly fat, pussy poppin’ from the fat

[Chorus: Haile & Stefflon Don]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving?
Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
‘Cause you know we haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
Give me good livin’ so mi [?]
Broken, work, work, work, work, work

[Bridge: Stefflon Don]
Yeah, babe, you know mi not gon’ lie
I’ll never break a guy, hopin’ I don’t lie
You don’t see mi with no other guy
Baby, you set the temperature high
Lovin’ what you do, what you do to me
Give me good love, I don’t need money
Love the way you whine up on my body
Love the way you whine up on my body
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm

[Chorus: Haile]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving?
Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work

Janet Jackson – Made for Now Lyrics

[Intro: Daddy Yankee]
Janet Jackson
Iconic
Daddy

[Verse 1: Janet Jackson]
If you’re livin’ for the moment
Don’t stop, and celebrate the feelin’
Go up, if you’re livin’ for the moment
Don’t stop, ’cause I break those ceilings
Go up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee]
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now
Look around
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now (uno)
Look around (dos, tres)
We’re made for now (fuego)

[Post-Chorus: Daddy Yankee & Janet Jackson]
Everybody move your body, everybody
Everybody move your body, everybody (right now)
We’re made for now
Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now)
Everybody move your body (right now), everybody

[Verse 2: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee]
If you’re livin’ for the moment
Don’t stop, try to celebrate the feelin’
Go up, if you’re livin’ for the moment (the moment, baby)
Don’t stop, ’cause I break those ceilings
Go up

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson]
Love is in the rhythm now, we’re
Dancing with a whole new meaning
Love is on the way to fill you up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee]
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now
Look around
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now (uno)
Look around (dos, tres)
We’re made for now (fuego)

[Post-Chorus: Daddy Yankee & Janet Jackson]
Everybody move your body (woo), everybody
Everybody move your body, everybody (right now)
We’re made for now
Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now)
Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now)

[Chorus: Janet Jackson]
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now
Look around
We’re made for now (right now, right now)
Made for now (right now)
Right now (right now)

[Verse 3: Daddy Yankee]
Arriba la raza, estamos en la casa
Dale suelta en banda to’ lo que te atrasa
Muévete eso rápi-rápido
Muévete eso rápi-rápido
We don’t stop it, no te escapas
Yo soy volcán pero tú eres lava
Seguimos lighty, lighty, prendí’os
Vívelo hoy, que mañana se acaba

[Bridge: Janet Jackson]
Right now
Not tomorrow
Made for now (right now)
Look around
They’re made for now (right now)
Not tomorrow
Made for now
Look around

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee]
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now (sube)
Look around
We’re made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now
Look around
We’re made for now

[Post-Chorus: Daddy Yankee & Janet Jackson]
Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now)
We’re made for now
Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now)
We’re made for now
??? ponte pa’ mí (right now), ponte pa’ mí (right now) (Ponte, ponte, ponte)
We’re made for now
??? ponte pa’ mí (right now), ponte pa’ mí (right now)
We’re made for now

[Outro: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee]
Made for now
Not tomorrow
Made for now (Janet Jackson)
Look around

Ariana Grande – breathin Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some days, things just take way too much of my energy
I look up and the whole room’s spinning
You take my cares away
I can so overcomplicate, people tell me to medicate

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’
How do I know if this shit’s fabricated? Mmm
Time goes by and I can’t control my mind
Don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time

[Chorus]
Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’
And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin’
Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’
And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin’

[Verse 2]
Sometimes it’s hard to find, find my way up into the clouds
Tune it out, they can be so loud
You remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated
All I need is to see your face

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’
How do I know if this shit’s fabricated, oh?
Time goes by and I can’t control my mind
Don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time

[Chorus]
Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’
And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’
Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’
And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’, mmm, yeah

[Bridge]
My, my air
My, my air
My, my air, my air
My, my air
My, my air
My, my air, yeah

[Chorus]
Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’
And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’
Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’
And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’, mmm, yeah

[Outro]
Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’
I keep on breathin’
Time goes by and I can’t control my mind
I keep on breathin’, mmm, yeah

Taylor Swift – Thirteen Blocks (Can’t Call It Love) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stumble up the porch step
You sat down in the car
Only thirteen blocks across this town
To get to where you are
And that don’t offer me much time
To make up my mind
So I best be driving slow
On my way to letting go
These headlights they just wanna fade
Off into the night
But if they’re half as stubborn as me
They’ll just keep on shining bright
I ain’t ever been one to settle like
The dust does on the dash
Since the feeling ain’t strong
I’ll just move on
And leave this in my past

[Chorus]
Once you’re gone I know your memory’ll
Somehow get the best of me
So I question everything I do
Unsure of turning you away
Wondering love how I’ll act today
Until you find somebody new
So I’ve been holding on
Way too long
But not another minute
I’m gonna miss you bad but
Can’t call it love if you ain’t in it

[Verse 2]
Red light turns to green
Then back to red again
I wish there were some other travelers out here
To slow my travelling
Even though the wheel rolled on
Inside I still don’t know
Oh and it troubles me so

[Chorus]
Once you’re gone I know your memory’ll
Somehow get the best of me
So I question everything I do
Unsure of turning you away
Wondering love how I’ll feel today
I see you found somebody new
And I’ve been holding on
Way too long
But not another minute
I might miss you bad but
Can’t call it love if you ain’t in it

[Repeat Chorus]

[Outro]
Your car comes to a rest in the drive
You open up the door and I see you smile

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Young Thug – Chanel (Go Get It) Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future]
Anything she want she can get
Anything she want she can get
Anything she want she can get
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Anything you see, you can get it
Here go the keys to the Bentley
When I fuck her, I got good intentions
I just can’t get my palms to stop itchin’
Water on me like I live with the fishes
I done ordered every color in tennis
Got the diamonds put in by my dentist
I’ma shine when I’m skinnin’ and grinnin’
Ice my watch, I’m not wastin’ my time
Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime
Connect with my bitch like WiFi
I’m in the DM like Cha Cha
I got Ms, I can take care of the southside
I’ve been bettin’ the billionaire ties
Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size
Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes
Got Marc Jacobs, they cover my eyes
She need help, I’ma send her a dime
I can’t pour nothing less than two lines
[?] the back seat reclines
She want me to put that dick in her spine
Take her shoppin’ and keep her from cryin’
Give you stones you one of a kind
Got Chanel with the C’s on both sides

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
They locked the door when we walk in Fendi
Save the 100’s, them dubs, we spendin’
Real dope boy, ain’t chargin’ no card
New G-Wagon, she already got
Real grown woman, she ain’t post her body
Check price tags, you want it, you get it
You a big Thugger fan, he scared to admit it
Gettin’ six for a show, I’m handlin’ business
LA for a month, get away from the city
Been sippin’ this syrup, I’ma need a new kidney
Just tell me where it’s at and I’ma go in and get it
‘Ever I say, she on it
New Range Rover, she want it
We don’t do “no,” she on it
Runnin’ out of space for the bags in her closet
Runnin’ through checks every day, no fraud shit
Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
Bad lil’ bitch, good brain go to college
You ain’t really gotta pay for nothing, I got it
Big bankroll, I ain’t totin’ no wallet
I don’t withdraw, nigga, name deposit
T-Pain, Plies, I call up my shawty, my shawty

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
She want Chanel, go get it (she want Chanel, go get it)
She want Chanel, go get it (go get it)
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor

Young Thug – Gain Clout Lyrics

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

[Verse 1]
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
RayVac, spray his ass back nigga, blat, blat
My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin’ ‘fore you get whacked
Money got me shittin’ like a laxative, no comparin’, I ran up the racks
All of my bitches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac
I told the bitch that wasn’t my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and takin’ your cookie, call me Bernie

[Interlude]
Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad bitch, don’t play the radio, Greg Street

[Verse 2]
Dead meat, know you’re just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I’m Banshee (brrt)
Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin’ on whammy
I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules (hah)
How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese? (Hah)
I had to send the car comin’, I took off and ran with the keys
I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin’, Chris Breezy
I go to Fendi and I got a tall breezy comin’ from Greece
I don’t believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

Young Thug – Expensive Lyrics

[Intro: Dolly]
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
Billboard Hitmakers

[Chorus: Dolly]
I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels)
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

[Verse 1: Dolly]
I got a nigga in the back, he wanna fuck from the back
I told him get in the bed, I got them bands in the bed
Don’t fuck with niggas that brag, he gon’ tell on my whole pack
Takin’ me two step backs, I’m gonna go get me some racks
I ain’t ballin’ on a fuckin’ budget bill, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
I’ll catch a deal, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
I feed these basic bitches happy meals, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Dolly]
I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels)
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

[Verse 2: Hi Doraah]
In twenty-four karat, hey twenty-four karat
My VVS is dancin’ (they dancin’, dancin’)
These diamonds dirty dancin’, this money just spent, 200 on the dash
Remote control that stash, I live my life fast, my feelin’ won’t last
That shit was one night stand, that pent had me all in, let’s pop another xan
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on no fuckin’ bill
I get whatever I want, that’s trill (that’s trill)
I get whatever I want, that’s real (that’s real)
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill

[Chorus: Dolly & Hi Doraah]
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fame callin’ I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah

Young Thug – Tsunami Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 1]
Hundred thousand E’s
I pull up with a hundred pounds of weed
Aviator Chanel, double C’s
I got every single kind out
Told the girl ain’t no timeout
I perfected this rhymin’
Nothin’ but foreigns I’m ridin’ in
Finally rich and it’s showin’, and I’m lettin’ it
I’ve been goin’ near the sun lately
Everything that I’m in, yeah, it came, yeah
I got 26 Cuban Doll chains, yeah
Nigga takin’ this shit down Sunset

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 2]
I like the way she give head
I call her Mitchell and Ness
I keep a drum on the TEC (brrt)
I gotta protect all my kids (brrt)
I don’t need no help with this (brrt)
Bitch, put my kids on your tits
I put your name on my wrist
Right, Richard Mille my wrist
See my bag, bitch, see my bitch behind me
Gold diamonds with, match the side-kick
I made promises, and I’m keepin’ it
Get the Range Rover, autobiography
Talkin’ crazy, slap his ass with the shine (brr)
Put the, light up wrists at any time (brr)
Ric Flair with the times, eww
Big B’s everywhere, suu whoop (brr, brr)
Shawty said I be the realest, can’t get enough of this killin’
The weed that I smoke feel like chitlins, postin’ your wifey on trend list
I been tied in with the killings, I been tied in with the dealers
I put some rings on my fingers, hand shinin’ like the Thriller
Whippin’ it, go grab the trigger, foreigns behind me, BMF
Boy in the jet with the real plug, two hundred racks of skrilla
Red bottoms, she a killer, red bottoms, she a killer
Gucci slides for the chillin’, Jimmy Choo when I miss her
Three times a week, nails, shawty takin’ good care
Wheezy went and popped a bail, Young Keyzz go Alicia
Who you meant? oh well, I could never not tell
I’m not tryna do it well, buy Chanels for your tears

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
Excuse me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
I slimed up my grandma
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
Way more money than you
Ain’t no sympathy, no
Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 3: Duke]
I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
She like when I’m beat her down (down)
Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
Now we poppin’ them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

6LACK – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Verse]
What your mouth when you let shit slide
Don’t you know I got way too much pride
Sneak this away on the other side
I turn your fucking way to a tide
I’m so fucking tight, somehow I still find the time
To kill little mourn by my rhymes
To kill little mourn by my pills
Then think a lil’ less about my fears
Then care more about your ears
I give a piece of me to everybody I meet
Not because they wanted is beacuse the prolly in need
Came in woke, but they prolly asleep
And in case, thinking if they make a meal
They’ll be free like me, no
I turn the nightmare right into a dream
I keep my sanity, ’cause I ain’t wanna seen, ya
I know I gotta be a rock like Dwayne
So, I’m tryna be a rock like Dwayne, Carter Rebert
Put that line in reverse, add a little reverb, ya
We work, so my niggas ain’t gonna be on T-Shirts
Watch me get my hands dirty with the rework
Damn, do I even have fans for this shit
To be rapping like these people understanding this shit
Is demanding and shit, but I stand for these kids
Like they stand for the kid, I’ma stand now we [?]
Crack a beer when I’m feelin’ piss
But I ain’t got nobody handle my bag
Even trolly [?]
Ever since my songs went plantinum like cisco
Like I they found a filter like [?], ay
But it’s okay, ’cause
If you down and you need a lil’ help, it’s a way
If you hatin’ and you feelin’ it’s a cure, it’s a ray

[Chorus]
I’m somewhere between humble and hell, nah
These niggas drop their second album then fell off
My nonchalant flow will never end right
It’ll be at they necks if it’s in sight
Squeezing until they crack a windpipe
Loosin’ the grip, have a lil’ remorse
You die now I wanna pull up in a Porsche
Word is I’m carrying the torch and I ain’t wanna share
So beware if you reach you get scortch

[Hook]
Ever since I jumped off the porch
I knew that I would grow to be the boy
The boy then grew to be the man
Learned how to kill a hook, Peter Pan
I’m tryna make the end stand out
But I’m so fucking outstanding
I’m so fucking outlanding and the out can’t win
Man’s not hot
I bear on to landslide was, yeah

Tash Sultana – Free Mind Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed again
Somebody tell me what type this is
You got those blue jeans with that white shirt and your glasses on
And you don’t seem yourself, no
Somebody call the ? this kind of disease
Unscrew my mind I walk with ease
Because I feel it crawling underneath my skin
But you wrap me in your cinnamon
Honeysuckle, suck it in
Tuck me in you ? I feel you breathe it in

[Chorus]
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down

[Verse 2]
Leaving my brain in the sixth dimension
Sacrifice the pain I forgot to mention
Turn out the lights the dark fills the night
I can see through your eyes
The smell of vanilla oh it lingers
Like honeycomb and rum ? and it tips of your fingers
Turn out the lights the dark fills the night
I can see through your eyes
There I was just rolling in the deep
Coming on for it ? you suffocate my dreams
The bird with the worm don’t carry me
Carry me

[Chorus]
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down

Russ – The Flute Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Legend
[?]
I believe (yeah)

[Chorus]
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it”

[Verse 1]
Everybody tryna get a rise out of me (yeah)
Ex girls tryna get a “Hi” to me (yeah)
I don’t talk back ‘less you’re worthy (no)
Hangin’ plaques up like jerseys (sauce)
25 racks for lies on me
My family relies on me
[Tree fell?] at my home, no uh
Walkin’ ’round in slippers and a robe [?]
And important of course, the industry is full of some hoes
They’ll let like anything go
People are shady as fuck
I keep to myself, but I feel the energy though
None of these people are my friends though
I don’t put anything past them
I don’t see none of y’all next to me though
I think they’re mad that I passed them

[Chorus]
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah, yeah)
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah)

[Verse 2]
I been goin’ hard like my [?] on that A shit
Posers gonna hate but I signed up for greatness
That comes with the territory, ain’t no way around it, I know with that
I been way up in the hills reflectin’, I cannot go back
Beverly hills, skyline view
I move smart, got a high IQ
Right next to me you will find my crew
All of them fight, bitch, I fight too
Highlight moves every time I play
I get what I want every time I break
I be doin’ good but they don’t wanna talk about it
If you really got a grip with my life I say–

[Chorus]
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah, yeah)
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah)

Martin Garrix – Ocean (David Guetta Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart

[Verse 1: Khalid]
Tell me what you’re crying for
I’ll wipe your tears, oh love
If your soul is aching love
We’ll comfort you for sure

If we’re caught in a wave
I will carry you over
It don’t matter where you are
I’ll run to your front door

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
When my head goes in different directions
You know my heart’s never on the move
And in the dark times you don’t have to question
If I’m 100 with you

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart

[Hook: Khalid]
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-

[Verse 2: Khalid]
Shadows play on idle hands
I lose myself I do
But I’ve found my way to velvet sands
I’ll crash right into you

If we’re caught in a wave
I will carry you over
It don’t matter where we are
You’re still the one I choose

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
When my head goes in different directions
You know my heart’s never on the move
And in the dark times, you don’t have to question
If I’m 100 with you

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart
If we’re caught in a wave
Baby, we’ll make a way
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart

[Hook: Khalid]
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart

[Outro: Khalid]
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart

Foo Fighters – Imagine Jump Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I get up, and nothing gets me down
You got it tough. I’ve seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You’ve got to roll with the punches to get to what’s real
Oh can’t you see me standing here?
I’ve got my back against the record machine
Can’t you see what i mean?
Can’t you see what i mean?

[Chorus]
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump

[Verse 2]
Hello! Hey you! Who said that?
Baby how you been?
You say you don’t know where we’re going until we begin
Oh can’t you see me standing here?
I’ve got my back against the record machine
Can’t you see what i mean?
Can’t you see what i mean?

[Chorus]
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump

Ariana Grande – My Everything lyrics

I cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them
And then it was clear
I can’t deny, I really miss him
To think that I was wrong
I guess you don’t know what you got til it’s gone
Pain is just a consequence Of love
I’m saying sorry for the sake of us

He wasn’t my everything til we were nothing
And it’s taking me a lot to say
But now that he’s gone, my heart is missing something
So it’s time I push my pride away

Cause you are, you are
You are my everything
You are, you are
You are my everything

I know you’re not far but I still can’t handle all the distance
You’re travelling with my heart
I hope this is a temporary feeling
Cause it’s too much to bare
Without you and I know sorry ain’t the cyre
So if I cross your mind just know I’m yours
What we got is worth fighting for
You are

He wasn’t my everything til we were nothing
And it’s taking me a lot to say
But now that he’s gone, my heart is missing something
So it’s time I push my pride away
You are, you are

You are my everything
You are, you are
You are my everything

Kid Ink – Cana lyrics

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Yeah, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Tropicana
Baby, can I?

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I come into the spot, they go bananas
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I pull up, they can’t touch me, I go HAMa (woo!)
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Pour me up a 44
Drop it down in lean now
See your body coco
You turnin’ in in that bikini (yeah!)
Tappin’ on that ass while I’m tappin’ this tequila
Naggin’, actin’ sister sister with your friend, you must be TI, uh
Every time I pull out, what I smoke look like a reader
And every time I party like my nigga just got freed up
We might not see the same, world look different from my Adidas
These hoes is all the same, so I act different when I meet ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Kid Ink]
Switchin’ it up
Suicide watch, wrist with the cuffs
Watch how I bust, baby
You been with the shits and don’t bother to flush
Sprayin’ a dime
Bad as the gang and you know we up to the sun
King of the city (ooh)
Out in LA and I feel like LeBron

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I come into the spot, they go bananas
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I pull up, they can’t touch me, I go HAMa (woo!)
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
Ooh, pull up with diamonds
Billboard 20, yeah, 20 keep climbin’
Ooh, played my shit, yeah
Erry’body know Kid Ink got hits
Ooh, Lambo’ fast
Racked up shawty with the digital dash
Huh, drinkin’ Estalla, huh
Mason Margielas, say I’m a Goodfella
Huh, baby, go stand it
That pussy amazing, I got no limit
I’m in it to win it
20 to Mars, today is diminish
She made me breakfast
Eggs and bricks with the Tropicana
I’m on her bottom
Better angle for the camera
Miss Tropicana, body taste like yoghurt
Miss Tropicana, know that she do yoga
Miss Tropicana, got stripes like she a banger
Miss Tropicana, know all of the angles

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I come into the spot, they go bananas
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I pull up, they can’t touch me, I go HAMa (woo!)
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice

Ina Wroldsen – Favela lyrics

[Verse 1]
As the sun rises
She opens up her hazel, beautiful lies and
Begins
Her baby cries
She picks him up and tells him beautiful lies
Again

[Chorus]
She come round favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come round the favela-la
Ask me E ai beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

[Post-Chorus]
She worked the favela night
She worked the favela night
Favela
She worked the favela night

[Vesre 2]
And the wind blews
She lives on lonely streets where nobody goes alone
Just a young girl
Born on the left side of this right-handed world
She knows

[Chorus]
She come round favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come round favela-la
Ask me E ai beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

[Post-Chorus]
She worked the favela night
She worked the favela night
Favela
She worked the favela night

[Bridge]
She paints the colors in the streets
Asking the fun favela beats
Please young lady
Dancing in the favela
[?]
He raise the glass on holidays
[?]

[Chorus]
She come round favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come round the favela-la
Ask me E ai beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

[Post-Chorus]
She worked the favela night
She worked the favela night
Favela
She worked the favela night

Allie X – Science lyrics

[Verse 1]
Think we can see Mercury, following the light
Driving to the restaurant while my lipstick dries
Yeah, we’ve got next to nothing but nothing feels so right
As stumbling through the dark with you, comets in the sky

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, wherever we go
Breathe a little bit closer
Drive up, right into the storm
I fade into the night

[Chorus]
We just know how
Holding me real tight
This beautiful alliance
Windows roll down
Yeah, we’ve got the timing
Right down to a science

[Post-Chorus]
Right down, right down to a
Right down to, right down to a
Right down
Right down to a science

[Verse 2]
Sink beneath the surface while reaching for the stars
The world is out of focus like all the passing cars
Breathing in the temperature filtered through your scarf
It’s bigger than molecular, it’s everything we are

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, wherever we go
Breathe a little bit closer
Drive up, right into the storm
I fade into the night

[Chorus]
We just know how
Holding me real tight
This beautiful alliance
Windows roll down
Yeah, we’ve got the timing
Right down to a science

[Post-Chorus]
Right down, right down to a
Right down to, right down to a
Right down
Right down to a science

[Bridge]
Something about the way we ride
I think we might be in our prime
We’re brighter than a socialite in the dark
Something about the way we ride
I think we might be in our prime
We’re brighter than a socialite in the dark

[Chorus]
We just know how
Holding me real tight
This beautiful alliance
Windows roll down
Yeah, we’ve got the timing
Right down to a science
Right down to a science

Miguel – Vote lyrics

[Intro]
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
I’ve got that feeling, the feeling too easy
As long as I’m breathing, I’ve gotta vote for a good time

[Verse 1]
Tag your name across the sky
Breathe it in and we can fly
[?]
Yeah, so let’s vote
Like you just got paid, spend it all on Mary Jane
It’s a celebration, yeah, so I vote
Oh, and everything changing
It’s got me feeling strange, but we can stand together
Yeah, so just vote
Summer nights that we were wild
Make the choice that makes you proud
Make the choice that makes you proud
Yeah, and vote for a good time

[Pre-Chorus]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]

[Chorus]
Vote for a good time
Yeah, oh, good time, alright
Good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Vote for a good time

[Verse 2]
So much beauty into nothing, sometimes life is ugly
[?]
So let’s vote
[?] don’t wait
Make the choice that sets you free now
And that’s [?] your mind, you’ll be fine if you just vote
Tag your name across the sky
Breathe it in and we can fly
[?]
For the moments we’ll remember
And the people that we treasure
We can keep it all together, oh
Vote for a good time

[Pre-Chorus]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]
Vote for a good time

[Chorus]
Good time, good time
Good time, yeah yeah yeah
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, oh
Oh, I vote, oh, I vote
Vote for a good time, good time
You know I know I know
Oh, good time, alright
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Oh, I vote, oh, I vote
Vote for a good time, good time
You know I know I know
Oh, good time, alright
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Let’s vote for a good time

[Outro]
[?] I don’t wanna [?]
Oh, I can see you same time tomorrow night, yeah
Right now feels like the greatest of our lives
It’s you and I