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Dawn Foss – That’s What Christmas Is All About Lyrics

Doesn’t cost a thing but time and voice,
An instrument or two, it is your choice. Please do this year after year,
Spreading lots of Christmas cheer,
Come along, sing a song,
Love and joy just can’t go wrong
Because that’s what Christmas is about. Doesn’t cost a thing but time and voice,
An instrument or two, it is your choice. Share with them a dose of Christmas spirit,
You’ll spread joy and peace when they hear it. It’s time to leave, we look around and say:
That’s what Christmas is all about,
Spreading cheer to others from the heart. It’s hot in here, our throats are feeling dry,
We sang a couple hours on this day;
We’re on the 6th time through our set of songs. Familiar songs, even if their minds
Don’t remember much that went on yesterday. Doesn’t cost a thing but time and voice,
An instrument or two, it is your choice. They say their mothers sang those songs to them,
There’s comfort when they hear those carols play. Share with them a dose of Christmas spirit,
You’ll spread joy and peace when they hear it. We feel this is the best part of the season;
Giving as He gave, it is the reason
We leave with joyful hearts full of love,
Celebrating Jesus’ birth because
That’s what Christmas is all about,
Spreading cheer to others from the heart. Our songs ringing through the halls sound angelically,
As we sing our parts together in harmony. My eyes gaze at the singers, a smile on their face,
A sparkle in their eyes as they return the gaze. DAWN FOSSThat’s What Christmas Is All About Lyrics
Here I am standing with my friends and family,
Singing Christmas carols oh, so tenderly;
Looking in the eyes of those grateful elderly,
See tears of joy as they sing those songs with me. Share with them a dose of Christmas spirit,
You’ll spread joy and peace when they hear it. That’s what Christmas is all about,
Spreading cheer to others from the heart.

Dawn Foss – Thank You For Being So Good Lyrics

What power you have, and there is not found in you
One evil deed nor anything untrue. How amazing it is that you spoke and the world
Was right there before you, and you saw all was good! To be unjust is not part of you. How scary it would be if you’d go back on your Word. You cannot lie, only truth comes from you. Father in Heaven, I worship you. How scary it would be if you’d go back on your Word. I thank you, Father, for being so pure
With all of your power, what if you weren’t? Father in Heaven, I worship you. I praise you, Father, thank you for being so good. How amazing it is that you spoke and the world
Was right there before you, and you saw all was good! Thank you for being so good! How thankful I am that you are so good. How frightening it would be if we had no place to turn! How frightening it would be if we had no place to turn! You cannot lie, only truth comes from you. I praise you, Father, thank you for being so good. How thankful I am that you are so good. DAWN FOSSThank You For Being So Good Lyrics
I thank you, Father, for being so pure
With all of your power, what if you weren’t? To be unjust is not part of you. What power you have, and there is not found in you
One evil deed nor anything untrue.

Dawn Foss – Something To Celebrate (with Deck The Halls) Lyrics

Many are cheerful, and walk happily
As they hear silver bells ringing merrily! It’s such fun to put the tree up,
Accent our home with scented candlelight. Deck the halls with promise
For hope and better lives,
Jesus is still the answer,
Worthy of our sacrifice. Parties, lights and singing,
There’s hardly a moment to spare. Jesus showed love so special,
To leave His home in Heav’n;
He sacrificed his own life,
To save sinful men. We’re already busy with our daily lives,
But we shop, write out cards, bake apple pies. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-lala…la! Merry Christmas, happy new year! Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la! Many put themselves last
To give some gifts away,
A time to show our thankfulness
To those who love us each day. Deck the halls and spread some good cheer,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. Family time, Christmas movies, they’re special to me,
I enjoy winter time, favorite things to see:
Walking in the moonlight,
Sidewalks glisten with snow;
Icicles hanging from housetops,
Winter plows clearing the road. We work awfully hard to decorate. Deck the Halls with boughs of holly,
Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la! Sometimes we say that we’ll cut back,
But this season shows that we care. DAWN FOSSSomething To Celebrate (with Deck The Halls) Lyrics
Why do we make Christmas festive? I love hearing carols playing
In stores, outlets, malls, and restaurants. Something to celebrate,
Something so dear,
Make the season special,
The best time of the year! Deck the halls with promise
For hope and better lives,
Jesus is still the answer,
Worthy of our sacrifice. Something to celebrate,
Something so dear,
Make the season special,
The best time of the year!

Dawn Foss – Reflecting On My Lord Lyrics

In quietness I wrote this song
To You, my precious Lord,
To thank you for your endless love
No riches can afford. I’m not alone, tho it may seem
Like circumstances rule;
Jesus loves me, this I know,
To doubt I’d be a fool. And give You all my love and say,
Praise you, Thank you, Lord. DAWN FOSSReflecting On My Lord Lyrics
I sit alone in a quiet place
Reflecting on my Lord,
And thinking of His promises
From His Holy Word. Don’t get me wrong, I fail, I slide,
But love brings me right back;
God’s heart toward me forgives, restores,
He strengthens where I lack. In all my life the hand of God
Works all things for my good;
This love and care makes me decide
To do things as I should. I read the Psalms to calm my soul,
To soothe my troubled heart;
How safe, secure and loved I feel
As worries soon depart. I cannot pay you back for this,
I just accept with joy!

Dawn Foss – It’s Not Business, It’s Personal Lyrics

Work hard but know doing right is what counts! Conduct your interactions prayerfully. But doesn’t everything involve dealing with each other? Conduct your interactions prayerfully. Your speech has so much power, to shut down rage and anger,
Or stir it up, and separate dearest friends and closest brothers. It’s not business, it’s personal,
Plan your words and deeds carefully. Work hard but know doing right is what counts! DAWN FOSSIt’s Not Business, It’s Personal Lyrics
(From Proverbs 15:1, Proverbs 15:18, Proverbs 16:28, Proverbs 16:27, Proverbs 6:12, Proverbs 8:13, Proverbs 4:24, Proverbs 19:1, Proverbs 28:6, Proverbs 20:7.)
Have you heard the expression, it’s not personal, it’s business? Work hard but know doing right is what counts! It’s not business, it’s personal,
Plan your words and deeds carefully. Conduct your interactions prayerfully. It’s not business, it’s personal,
Plan your words and deeds carefully. It’s wicked to speak perverse things or stir up trouble,
Swears, gossip, slander, dirty talk simply hurt one another. How we conduct ourselves, whether competing, business, or pleasure,
Should always start with an attitude of caring for one another. It’s better to be poor and have pure speech,
Than to have your wealth, and displease God above
With sinful ways, pride and hurtful words;
It’s better to get ahead with a heart of love. Conduct your interactions prayerfully.

Larissa Vienna & The Strange – Underwater Lyrics

LARISSA VIENNA & THE STRANGEUnderwater Lyrics
I try to walk away but you pull me under
I try to say no, but you’re my favorite lover
Some days I stay afloat but it doesn’t last
You reel me in before the line was cast
[Chorus]
You invite me, so I guess I’ll go
You don’t bother to take it slow
The tide comes when the sky was blue
I love the way you pull me underwater with you
I left you behind, I thought it ended there
But without replacement, I felt bare
My heart barely beat when you were around
But it beats just as slowly with my feet on the ground
Maybe you were never meant to leave
Maybe we belong together
I’d rather be miserable with you
Because at least that made sense
[Chorus x2]
You invite me, so I guess I’ll go
You don’t bother to take it slow
The tide comes when the sky was blue
I love the way you pull me underwater with you
Oh, oh oh
Oh, whoa oh
[Chorus]
You invite me, so I guess I’ll go
You don’t bother to take it slow
The tide comes when the sky was blue
I love the way you pull me underwater with you
Oh, oh oh
Oh, whoa oh
I love the way you pull me underwater with you

Girl Friday

Lyrics to ‘Girl Friday’ by Capital Cities:

–Intro–
She’s a *(ohh)*
She’s a *(yeah)*
She’s a *(hah)*
She’s a *(woo)*
She’s a *(aha)*
She’s a *(hoh)*
*Boss*
–Chorus–
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
–Verse 1–
**Hello?**
You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend
**Oh, hi!**
Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going
**Okay.**
How about a movie? Baby, tell me that you’re free then
**I’m sorry. But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.**
–Pre-Chorus–
She’s got things to do everyday of the week
While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek
I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked
I’m a hard place
And she’s a rock, she’s a rock
–Chorus–
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)*
–Verse 2–
*I think we fell in love outside a wingstop
Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top
You’re looking like something I could deal with
Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with
Either way I got to put you on the calendar
Take you on a tour so someone call my manager
Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella
Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish
So we at the concert at the frat house
Drink with live music ’til we passed out
Everybody rocking with the big boss
Let’s roll another joint soon as class out
Said this year we wanna do it bigger
So you came and got the right
On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties
Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities*
–Chorus–
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)*
She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)*
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)*
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(Boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woo, woo)*
**Okay.**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a *(Boss)*

Fuck Boy

Lyrics to ‘Fuck Boy’ by Trina:

Six in the morning, nigga at my door
I’m tryna figure out what he out that for
Last time i seen him he was talking shit
Found out his new girl can’t suck no dick
Hit the intercom I ain’t let him in
Pussy nigga lucky I ain’t fuck his friends
Prolly thought at bitch, Would be down and out
Till he seen my riding round in that chromed out Benz
South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all the ice
You don’t want no problems with them boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My bitch been said it
That’s why I should’ve let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell
Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My momma even said it
Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY
You never heard me asking niggas for shit
You be on the gram asking niggas for pics
Can’t believe I let you waste all my time
Now this fuck boy on my voicemail crying
Running round town with your bum ass hoe
But I’m the blueprint that’s why you at my door
She my number one fan that’s what makes it sweet
Bitch’ll do anything for a fucking retweet
South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all that ice
You don’t want no problems with the boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My bitch been said it
That’s why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell
Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My momma even said it
Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY
South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all that ice
You don’t want no problems with the boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
The bitch been said it
That’s why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell
Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My momma even said it
Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY

Mama

Lyrics to ‘Mama’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Ain’t Love

Lyrics to ‘Ain’t Love’ by Trina:

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You Got Me

Lyrics to ‘You Got Me’ by Trina:

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Damn

Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty Lyrics to ‘Damn’ by Trina:

–Intro: Tory Lanez–
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
Fargo
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen it, I was like look…
Uh, wait, okay
–Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina–
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty
–Verse 1: Tory Lanez–
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front
‘Cause horty, you be doin’ somethin’ to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah
G4 pilot, flyin’ private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a
–Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina–
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty
–Verse 2: Trina–
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pullin’ up in somethin’ tinted, you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfuckin’ wall
Who the flyest of them all? Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly! –Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina–
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I! Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken wings and seasoned fries
Too much clinking, she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now? Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hoppin’ off a jet
On my celly, no R.

Ride Clean

Lyrics to ‘Ride Clean’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Situation

Lyrics to ‘Situation’ by Trina:

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Can I Live

Lyrics to ‘Can I Live’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Put It Down

Lyrics to ‘Put It Down’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

New Thang

Lyrics to ‘New Thang’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Get Money

Lyrics to ‘Get Money’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

DJ Khaled Intro

Lyrics to ‘DJ Khaled Intro’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Transition

Lyrics to ‘Transition’ by Snoop Dogg:

–Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
–Verse: Snoop Dogg–
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on? It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta
–Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star