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Chris Brown – Party Instrumental ft. Gucci Mane & Usher

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Chris Brown – Party Lyrics ft. Gucci Mane & Usher

Gucci Mane & Usher

[Intro: Usher & Chris Brown]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it’s Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
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[Verse 2: Usher]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby been eating her wheaties
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
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[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Party Lyrics by Chris Brown ft. Chris Brown – Party Lyrics ft. ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
I’m multi millionare LaFlare, this watch here cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop
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Chris Brown – Covered In You Instrumental

Chris Brown – Covered In You Instrumental

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Chris Brown – Paradise Instrumental

Chris Brown – Paradise Instrumental

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Chris Brown – Paradise Lyrics

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Chris Brown – Tough Love Instrumental

Chris Brown – Tough Love Instrumental

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Chris Brown – Tough Love Lyrics

Chris Brown – Tough Love Lyrics

[Verse 1]
…Don’t be scared to show that thing
I love what you wearing, oh baby baby, PYT, you the pretty young thing
But i ain’t no Casanova
But, i’ma give you everything you want
You just can’t be another baby mama
[Chorus]
…Going on my phone
No, no
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[Verse 2]
Baby girl, don’t you do that, don’t be nosy
Don’t be lookin’ through my phone
Lookin’ for them hoes, ’cause you know one
Don’t be acting boujee in the coochie
Don’t be a hater, throwin’ them stones, from the nose bleeds
You gotta live life, do it, do it, do it, do it
Go and get a cheque, do it, do it
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Chris Brown – Juicy Booty Instrumental

Chris Brown – Juicy Booty Instrumental

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Niykee Heaton – Champagne Lyrics

NIYKEE HEATONChampagne Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Late nights, waiting
Empty, fading
I want you again,
I want to again
I’m far from sober
Won’t hold me over
I can pretend,
I can pretend
If I get this just right
I could lay here all night
Is it too much? [Pre-Chorus:]
I got all these, brand new addictions
I’m bound to,
I’m bound to
Anything that, stops me from thinking
About you,
About you
[Chorus x2:]
I got champagne for the pain,
Blackout all the memories
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Tryin’ to escape,
I’m my only enemy
Drinks up, keep ’em laced
I don’t really wanna feel anything
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Pre-Bridge:]
Nu-nu-nu-numb the pain
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Nu-nu-numb the pain
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Bridge:]
Racin’ through my mind and I think it’s the last time,
Lips as sweet as wine, so I drink just to pass time
Make me come alive, take me high, and I can’t lie
I just wanna hide the pain
[Chorus x2:]
I got champagne for the pain,
Blackout all the memories
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Tryin’ to escape,
I’m my only enemy
Drinks up, keep ’em laced
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Outro x2:]
Bring on the champagne
So I can numb the pain, numb the pain
I don’t really wanna feel anything I’m so afraid
Poison, I need a drink
To spite you, will you
Ravage me? One cup,
Tryna fill up
The spaces you left in me
[Pre-Chorus:]
I got all these, brand new addictions
I’m bound to,
I’m bound to
Anything that, stops me from thinking
About you,
About you
[Chorus x2:]
I got champagne for the pain,
Blackout all the memories
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t really wanna feel anything
Tryin’ to escape,
I’m my only enemy
Drinks up, keep ’em laced
I don’t really wanna feel anything
I don’t really wanna feel anything
[Verse 2:]
Touch me, and I’m
Back to the first time
Chasing your high,
Tracing the lines
You left me, stranded,
Broken, abandoned
Live for the high,
I live for your fight
If I get this just right,
I could lay here all night
Is it too late?

Regurgitate – Fecal Freak Lyrics

REGURGITATEFecal Freak Lyrics
Wine and dine her in a romantic fashion
Meet her parents and make a good impression
All her friends see me as the man of their dreams
What they don’t see is my lust for the obscene
She first finds out on our wedding night
I gently disrobe her from her gown of white
I lift her thin veil with the utmost care
Then without warning I smear shit in her hair
She bites and claws with no avail
It’s too late for a reason, I’m overcome by the smell
She used to think I was the man of her dreams
But my only true love is that of the obscene

Badfinger – King Of The Load Lyrics

BADFINGERKing Of The Load Lyrics
He’s the king of the road
The old man, the child
The joker runnin’ wild, makin’ it funny
He’s of no fixed abode
When he carries the load
He’ll do anything he can to make it funny
But he’ll never say die
If he’s livin’ a lie
Pick up his hat and go
If there’s reason to cry
He’ll just make it a sigh
And wander on down the road
He’s a natural friend
With the money to lend
Or whatever it takes to turn you on, too
He’s the father, the son
He don’t owe anyone
All his debts are all paid
With his confection
Then he’ll wander away
With no time in his way
Pick up his hat and go
He’ll never say die
If he’s livin’ a lie
Just wander on down the road
Wander on down the road
[guitar solo (Pete Ham)]
And he’ll wander away
With no time in his way
Pick up his hat and go
He never said die
He was livin’ a lie
Just wandered on down the road
Wandered on down the road
Wandered on down the road
Ahhhhh
Mmmmmmmmm
Ahhhhh.

Night Shift – Commodores Lyrics

NIGHT SHIFTCommodores Lyrics
Marvin, he was a friend of mine
And he could sing a song
His heart in every line
Marvin sang of the joy and pain
He opened up our minds
And I still can hear him say
Aw talk to me so you can see
What’s going on
Say you will sing your songs
Forevermore (evermore)
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Jackie (Jackie), hey what’you doing now
It seems like yesterday
When we were working out
Jackie (Jackie, oh) you set
The world on fire
You came and gifted us
Your love it lifted us
Higher and higher
Keep it up and
We’ll be there
At your side
Oh say you will sing
Your songs forevermore (evermore)
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Gonna miss your sweet voice
That soulful voice
On the nightshift
We all remember you
Ooh the songs are coming through
At the end of a long day
It’s gonna be okay
On the nightshift
You found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift

Inspectah Deck – You Already Know Lyrics

INSPECTAH DECKYou Already Know Lyrics
[Kool G. to the Michigan, man
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
[Inspectah Deck:]
Straight out the woods, where the hoods don’t come
It’s the legend and I’m second to none, son it’s better to run
Try and test before you get to ya gun
You gon’ leave with ya head in the trunk
Sho’ nuff I’m a beast on the stretch, realize
You done said ya last words once I reach for the hip
Man don’t even give me reason to flip, it’s the season to flip
You know the drill, so don’t even resist
The kid lives with the blade, one with the jungle
Calm and I’m humble, but I said it in the rage
I’m looking for some getback, getback
I’m quick to push ya wig back, nigga shouldn’t have did that
Now I’m on your ass like tight pants
All across mountain top, deep water and highlands
See me, see the Indian dance, for all ya’ll
I’m death in the flesh, remember my face
[Chorus] Rap:]
This religous get made, clean titles through the edge of a blade
Afro bro flow, smoother than ’70’s suede
Number one headband, hold an edge, you’se a dead man
Noted ID’s, IV’s or bed pans
Sword still left hand, blood in the red sand
You know where I rep the desert lands with a desert blam
The baby working my heavy hands, dudes call him Afro
Precise style from big piece to asshole
And y’all talk like I’m the one to listen
I’m on a long mission, dude is gone fishing
Seven thirty early, you beating the dog fisherman
I don’t chase ’em or replace ’em, I fish ’em in
I take a him shot, and walk away whistling
Plot on tops of the five fam at the christening
Bubble goose, double loop like the Michelen man
Streets of N.Y.C.

Dan the man – Famous Dex lyrics

Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy. Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch. Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck. What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what. Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing. S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh. I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines. What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
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Feel all on her butt ou wait. I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty? Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet. Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me. Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man
DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck. Famous Dex lyrics
Video man They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.

Decreto 77 – Yeah Right! Lyrics

Yeah right …
Pay the taxes right away – yeah right! You’re young and dumb – yeah right! yeah right! Lyrics
Hey kid go find yourself a job – yeah right! You must be the same – yeah right! yeah right! You gotta live by and for the system
You don’t have the right to raise your voice
What they say is exactly what you’ll do
Don’t even try to resist, you’ll get screwed! Beer is not good for you! Thank even for this beautiful place
It’s god that gives us all the strength
And the religion fanatics will survive
You must be one of them to stay alive
Yeah right …
We hear the same rhetoric every f**kin’ day
We really don’t care ’bout what you say
TV, media, politics and all the society
Priests, lawyers, cops and even family
We’ll keep running our struggle
To all of you, close minded and blinded we say …
Yeah right! DECRETO 77Yeah Right! Sunday is the family day – yeah right! Punk rock sucks, music for slobs – yeah right! Stop being lazy and lame!

Camilo Sesto – Piel De Angel Lyrics

CAMILO SESTOPiel De Angel Lyrics
Hoy
como mañana
y como siempre
y de enero a diciembre
Una cama blanca
como la nieve
será nuestro refugio
de seis a nueve
de seis a nueve…
Tiempo de amor
amor a oscuras
que tan solo un cigarrillo
de vez en cuando
alumbra
ese amor que vive en
penumbra
que vive en penumbra
A escondidas
tengo que amarte
a escondidas
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde
mi alma vibra
mi cuerpo arde
A escondidas
cada tarde
te siento
piel de ángel
Somos
conversación predilecta
de gente
que se cree perfecta
Somos
de esos amores
prohibidos
a menores
por ser como son…
A escondidas
tengo que amarte
a escondidas
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde
mi alma vibra
mi cuerpo arde
A escondidas
cada tarde
te siento
piel de ángel
A escondidas
piel de ángel
tengo que amarte
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde…

Lacs – Stomp Lyrics

LACSStomp Lyrics
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Southern style with a twist (with a twist)
Coming on in and I stompin’ with my boots on
This ain’t for them boys with the suits on
I ain’t playing I just came to get my groove on
Pulling on up in an old school two tone
Chevrolet so high I can’t see ya
If the haters give me salt Imma mix it with tequila
City boys, man I wouldn’t wanna to be ya
Let your country hangout and your redneck will free ya
Talking shit, shootin shine like it’s nothing
Baby girl, said I gotta show you something
Dropping that thong to a Steve Earle song
Little copperhead row, baby got it going on
This ain’t the next best, it’s the real thing
We practice what we preach every time we sing
Country rap rock southern style with the twist
That’s how it is, so let us live
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Southern style with a twist (with a twist)
Si-sip-sippin a little bit of that sauce
If there ain’t no law, go ahead and show it off
Put your boots on, let me see if you can stomp
You gotta be a redneck, listen to ’em talk
You heading my way shit might get wild
Gonna have a dirt road ride a few miles
Looking for the glow from a big burn pile
Hanging out in the city really ain’t my style
Crooked little smile start feeling that buzz
Go ahead and make your day outta playing in the mud
White trash blood running through my veins
Guess you wouldn’t understand it’s a country boy thang
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Southern style with a twist (with a twist)

Lacs – Them Country Boys Lyrics

LACSThem Country Boys Lyrics
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Cut me on loose in the backwoods
Buck knife, shotgun, shine and I’m all good
Riding on some old back roads, getting live
Creek bank, tail dropped with a bonfire
Rebel flag flies high around here
Pretty women with them tanned up thighs round here
We keep a cooler full of ice cold beer
And we like to keep our trucks sitting high around here
We keep it moving slow, we keep it feeling fine
We keep it anyway but living that city life
So if you didn’t know I guess you know now
This is how the country folks like to hangout
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Now where the pavement ends up against the two path road
And my family and friends the only ones that should know
Take a right at the big lot, go pass the food plot
Wrap it on around and then you’ll find my spot
Now my pad is just a little shack in the woods
But my gun rack keeps my food stacked and I’m good
I take a swig of the shine, a little backwoods proof
I can’t help to ask myself man what would Hank do
He probably laugh a little bit then he’d light up a smoke
And at the end he would finish off his Jimmy and Coke
I’m just a small town country boy, backwoods raised
And at the end of everyday that’s how I’m gon’ stay (hey)
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys