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21 Savage – Flexin’ [Snippet] Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Jumped out the Porsche, got to it
Choppa on me, bitch I shoot like I’m Cupid
Model bitch, and she gon’ blow me like hookah
All these diamonds, bitch I look like a jeweler
Rollie froze, bitch it came out the cooler
Tech 9, bitch it came with a cooler
I got shooters that’ll shoot at your shooter
Bitch you broke, you eatin’ noodles and oodles
I got a bad bitch, workin’ Hooters
Bitch I get the check, and you know I blew it
21 gang, chain hangin’, blangin’
Jewish lawyers, give a fuck about that rangin’
Seinfeld, niggas frontin’ like Kramer
Put you on the news, you wanna be famous
Zero six, bitch you know that I claimed it
I jumped out the Porsche and broke my ankle
I’m [?] the bud when I cook it up
Your main bitch want me to pick her up
I nut in her face, she gon’ lick it up
Your jewelry shinin’? We gon’ stick you up
Like 2Pac, nigga, hit ’em up
These niggas tough on the Internet
Gettin’ that pussy, I’m killin’ that
I’m not just a rapper, I’m livin’ that

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she want that dick, I told that bitch to wait one minute
These niggas broke, I heard these niggas shoppin’ J.C. Penny
I took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I heard a nigga eats at Wendy’s
I’m a real nigga, I can’t wear no gold unless they came from the [?]
[cont.]

Stefflon Don – Hot Prop Lyrics

[Intro]
The Don

[Verse 1]
Metaphor heaven
No iron, they weak like they’re seven
They crushed and I’m hot, let me press them
Fangs dripping venom
My flow’s be like cars, they want rent them
No budget, I don’t make exceptions
Don’t ask me no questions
Don’t mention my name in your sentence
There’s levels, I don’t see progression
Let’s take that aggression
I bow to any … that’s second
Their [?] longer than my extension
No abduction, [?] guilty by impression
You all became serious felons
Slice, get jealous when Steffy pull up to the presence
For squad who stay witnessing Peckham
Clapton, they’re moving like there’s a recession
While I’m in the [?] like a treacherous weapon
Slap them, and every gal that came with them
They stopped the beat but they’re lying, say [?]
Roger that, go [?] if you please kill them
I’m a soldier in my camp, we ain’t go no civilians
Your opinion doesn’t hinder my right of the minion
Legendary when retired, who gon’ bet a million?
Looks deceive, have … thinking I’m Brazilian
Christmas Eve rappers really wan’ take position
A billion, a billion, a billion
Change my mindset, now I’m ahead of the game
Master the law of attraction with no distraction
[?] gon’ be the head of the frame
They don’t want you asking questions
They don’t want you to lead but follow all of the way
Religion ain’t real, division, it kills
It’s fake, I guess we’re sleeping wide awake

[Verse 2]
[?] been praying, look up
But God has been in
We was really born to win
Look what our [?] shame
Parents and church fam
While we raised by gangs
Rebels ain’t nothing but man, man
It’s God, I shall not fit the above
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
[?] be putting in peace
[?] my tits
Don’t worry, it’s just a trick
I don’t have no other way
I came to slay
The fake, the beast, let me play
I’m ready, I’m trained
Tell them to [?]
Why would I feel with that pain?
Death ain’t the end, I’m just saying

[Hook]
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
What the fuck?

Francis and the Lights – Cruise Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(And they may say it’s not for children)
Of course it is
(And they may say it’s not for you)
It’s for you
(In a short while we’ll be riding in cars that drive themselves)

[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)

[Verse 2]
We’re climbing over the consoles in our sleep
We’re marveling at how far the seat’s go back
In a short while we’ll be guided by stars that guide themselves
(I’m losing you)
It’ll be so safe and so helpful

[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)

[Outro]
In its, in its own world now

Don Q – Trap Phone (feat. Desiigner)

[Intro: Don Q]
Yeah
Don
Put the suit back on all you niggas

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Fuck what I overcame
They slaughtered my name and they tarnished it
I just came up on a open lane
They say I’m the one who gon’ conquer it
You wasn’t there when we started it
Now you wanna come be a part of it
Nigga, we ain’t under nobody
We came in Atlantic for partnership
I know my mom she pray for me
First in the morning, and in the night faithfully
I see the [?] had a vacancy
I’m tyna boss up and start up an agency
I’m happy God made a way for me right at the top with the greats where they play for me
I know these niggas got thoughts of betraying me
Keep them outsiders away from me
Can’t have no strangers around us
I got some [?] for loungers
I’m too impatient for browsing, I want it I’m bringing it straight to the counter
I’m way too busy to do it, I pay an accountant to pay my accountant
I got too lazy to count it
Look at my chain it’s astounding

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I give my dogs the medicine
I call my dogs, they veterans
I give my dog the weapon, then
Just hit my dog, they send them in
Aimbot, aimbot, first I whack him, then I whack a cop
Paid 380 for the top
Then put .380’s in your top
And then to 80 on your block
And now it’s navy on the block
And now you gravy on the block
Be lookin’ wavy on your block
L.O.D, Highbridge
So much shit that we did
[?]
Did it all for the fame

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 3: Don Q]
Look at this shit I’m inspiring, I’m a nigga they admiring
I get in the lab and I turn into a scientist, got ’em thinkin’ ’bout retirement
I got some hoes out the country and I got a bunch of them flying in
I’m a product of my environment
I get some product and flood the environment
They watchin’ the ice when I step at the light
I drop a tint when I left the [?]
Gold Lex and my neck is froze
It got gold sets and I’m settin’ goals
My legacy gon’ be set in stone
I know some niggas that’s never home, but they do dirt and never tell a soul
He goin’ back to the trap when he left parole
Yeah, yeah!

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Outro: Desiigner]
For the fame
We’ve been all through the pain
And the rain
Same
Now congratulations and pop champagne

Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about your squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The best thing left ’round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
One of them go "boutta bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that’s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six shit

H.E.R. – My Song

[Intro]
Uhhh, yeah
Mmm, mm, mm

[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
Just take me to places I’ve never known
When no one else seems to be getting through
Only you can tell wants going on

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
I found what I’ve been missing
Right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 2]
Everything that you’ve told me
I thank you every day for
All the things you wanted me to be
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
You would take the away the pain
Through the storm the sun still shines
With you by my side I’m not afraid

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
Found what I’ve been missing
You were right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 3]
All my doubts and fears
All my cries and tears
They all just disapear
When ever you, were near
You are still right here
You are still, oh right here
Right here
Right here
Right here
Still right here
Right here
Right here, right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, here
Right here, here, here, here
Right here
Right here

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

Alabama – Down Home

Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on the state road map
That’s where I was born and where I’ll die

Things move at a slower pace
Nobody’s in a rat race
And these days that’s a special way of life

[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

In the corner of the hardware store
Gathered round on a checkered board
Old men telling lies and crownin’ kings

Kids drivin’ round the old town square
Cops roll down int he cool night air
Go and see what’s shakin’ at the Dairy Queen

[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

When I was a boy I couldn’t wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised

Down Home

Down Home

Folks know
If there fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a handshake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home

Down Home
Way down home
Down home
Down Home
Way down home

Ski Mask The Slump God – WTF!? Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie’s hands saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

Lil Skies – Big Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Aye, aye, aye

[Chorus]
Big money on me nigga I’ma run it up
‘Cause I remember I was broke and I ain’t have enough
Now I’m fly, she like to back it up
No surprise, now she fuck with us

Big money on me nigga I’ma run it up
‘Cause I remember I was broke and I ain’t have enough
Now I’m fly, she like to back it up
No surprise, now she fuck with us

[Verse 1]
I walk in the bank, look like a walking lick
All these bitches fuck with us, we on some jiggy shit
Niggas hate they in the way, I stay up out the mix
She know I’m a trick or treat, don’t do relationships
Nigga we gon’ hit no miss, no we don’t do no diss
[?]
My cup so dirty it might kill you when you take a sip
Bitch I’m so hard think I’m the pilot of this battleship
[?] too fast and almost crashed my whip
The cops go for me then I’m silent I can never snitch
[?]

[Chorus]
Big money on me nigga I’ma run it up
‘Cause I remember I was broke and I ain’t have enough
Now I’m fly, she like to back it up
No surprise, now she fuck with us

Big money on me nigga I’ma run it up
‘Cause I remember I was broke and I ain’t have enough
Now I’m fly, she like to back it up
No surprise, now she fuck with us

[Verse 2]
And now they like me ’cause I’m winning, gotta keep my distance
When I was broke and had no name they always kept forgetting
Shoot like I’m Pippen, I’ma score [?]
If I’m a dog then you a pussy, I’ma beat the kitten
I’ma triple threat, make a hook and cash the check
Now they see a nigga next, but I [?]
Pop a pill she not herself, rolling off these Percocets
She the freaky type for sex, [?]

[Chorus]
Big money on me nigga I’ma run it up
‘Cause I remember I was broke and I ain’t have enough
Now I’m fly, she like to back it up
No surprise, now she fuck with us

Big money on me nigga I’ma run it up
‘Cause I remember I was broke and I ain’t have enough
Now I’m fly, she like to back it up
No surprise, now she fuck with us

Lil Peep – Sus boy Lyrics

Hook
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Gotta big gun? who you shot boy
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Imma real life gothboi

{verse 1}
Why the fuck you lying in the streets?
Why the fuck you lying to me
Why the fuck you lying to her
You couldn’t even buy her the purse
Everybody wanna flex on each other
I just wanna some money for my mother
This ain’t a competition
Please listen, hold up listen to me
I was really in the kitchen, but i sing about bitches
Cause i really know killas they are not like you at all
I can tell it, i can smell it
I can see it in your eyes boy yeah
Thats why i got respect cause i ain’t a fucking lie boy

{hook}
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Gotta big gun? who you shot boy
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Imma real life gothboi

{outro}
You ain’t on the block boy
Yeah you got a Glock boy, you hot boy
That ain’t smart boy get your ass locked boy
And for what?
(you digging your own grave)
(you digging your own grave)

Big Shaq – Man’s Not Hot (MC Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Big Shaq]
Yo
Big Shaq (the one and only)
I told them check the statistacs
Man’s not hot
Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
Boom

[Verse 1: Big Shaq]
Two plus two is four
Minus one that’s three, quick maths
Everyday man’s on the block
Smoke trees
See your girl in the park
That girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack
You man were ducking (remix ting)

[Verse 2: Lethal Bizzle]
Five plus five is ten
Add a quick M, that’s my net worth
Every day I drink Shocker
Get burse
See your girl in my Rolls
Snapchat, doing thot pose
Two twos, now she in the back
No clothes
Hold tight Muttley (my brudda)
He’s got the flavors
Hold tight Damon (my G)
He’s got the shavers
You might see me creep through the ends (creeping)
No Benz (nah)
Hit Western Fried (quick)
Go check couple friends
My ting goes papow
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
Chk-a-chk
Papow, pow-pow-pow
Chk-a-chk
Quasiah, pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
Pow-pow
Leave it

[Chorus: Big Shaq]
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

[Verse 3: Chip]
Chippy, ayy
Hopped out the four door with the .44
Stop lying, you ain’t got no mash
Better fix them fiction raps
Man tell lies, facts (trust me)
Man get silly on mic (wah’gwan)
So man get drilly on guys (brrrt)
I don’t care about a million views
You’ll get blasted a million times (boom)
Man buss mic and break rules (rules)
I got wordplay gems and jewels (jewels)
In the club in my jacket and all this ice
Like man’s not hot, man’s cool (flex)
League of my own
Don’t care about titles, don’t mind rivals, I (baow)
Bring a storm like Michael
Bad like Michael, dapper like Michael
In Hollywood doing ten toes (out ‘ere)
Dressed like a London bloke (sauce)
Out here, you can’t find no wife (nah)
It’s just thots and skets and hoes (mad ting)
And the Cali’s just hitting my dome (dome)
I’m too high man, I gotta go home (go yard)
Gang book flights and go
Man already know how this ting goes (yeah)

[Refrain: Big Shaq]
The ting goes skrrrahh (ah)
Pap, pap, ka-ka-ka (ka)
Skidiki-pap-pap (pap)
And a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom (boom)

[Verse 3: Krept]
Me plus your girl in a bed
Equals sperm in her egg, quick science
She swallowed that too
Quick diets (mad ting)
You ain’t fully on arms
You ain’t fully on wars
Oi Shaq, heard your ting went quack
My ting went woof-woof-woof and hit one of your dargs (Asnee)
Less jokes, more bars in
Dem man ain’t on warrin’
Man jump out, no warnin’
Man ah start mmmin’ and arghin’
Kojo Funds, dun talkin’
Skidiki pop-pop, man’s sparring
They went Dagenham
Only time man’s been on barking
Krept’s so wrong, if I was on Love Island
Woulda tried beat Jess, no ‘dom
I don’t wanna dead no beef
I don’t want to sort it out (hold tight Dave)
The ting goes skrrrahh
Mind how you talk in south (brilliant)
Hold tight Femz (free up)
He was on mayhem
Like 15, on a 410 bus
With a skeng doe, tryna do AMs (mad, mad, mad)

[Verse 4: Konan]
Your girl don’t wanna let me go
Must be the Versace
Now she getting D in a car
Listening to Cardi
My young boy got it in a party
3-6-5 no days off
If I aim it that way
I’ll bet your boys all take off (that way)
All I see is clowns and neeks
Leave a boy counting shee
Mum told me count to 10
Before I put a boy down in street
I hear them talkin’ bout war
Make sure you’re sure
I call my young boy Jay-Z
What you think he’s got the .44 for?
Girls say, “look at his watch”
Girls say, “look at his watch” (look at it)
All this ice on my top
Man could never be hot (never)
I told him gimme all three
Like I get it all free (gimme that)
My weed man from Ghana (chale)
All he do is talk tree

[Chorus: Big Shaq]
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

[Verse 5: Jme]
Serious, yeah, you know the line
Man thought I can only flow to grime
Speed equals distance over time
When man said “quick maths”, that came to mind
Man like me get flashed and pay the fine
Pay that, card or cash, it ain’t declined
If they told you that I weren’t hot
Trust me, fam, that’s a lie
Fuck that, man’s hot
0-60 in the whip man’s got
Burning rubber like mum’s Dutch pot
Smells like Michelin or Dunlop
Dem man are listening, but I’m not
Don’t want to hear about some cunch spot
With Skutnu or Oosna, man run shop
Used to roll with man with a one pop
Now I spit bars and sound like gunshots
I tell a man “get back”
Or I’ll slap that black flat cap
Don’t give me backchat
Chatting poop, look, come out the room
Slap
Left hook, you’re shook, now boom
Poom-poom
You don’ know

[Chorus: Big Shaq]
I tell her man’s not hot, I tell her man’s not hot
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

[Refrain: Big Shaq]
The ting goes skrrrahh (ah)
Pap, pap, ka-ka-ka (ka)
Skidiki-pap-pap (pap)
And a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom (boom)
Skya (ah), du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun (dun)
Poom, poom, you don’ know

[Outro: Big Shaq]
Big Shaq
Man’s not hot
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
40 degrees and man’s not hot (come on)
Yo, in the sauna
Man’s not hot (never hot)
Yeah, skidika-pap-pap

Allie X – Casanova (feat. Vérité)

[Verse 1]
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night
I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice
One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart
I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Verse 2]
I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue
My heart listens to the sound of your war drum
Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods
I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Bridge]
No one’s walking the line like you
Blowing smoke in my eyes like you
I got nothing to hide, if I kiss you, might die
No one’s giving me life like you

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus – Extended]
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova (casanova, ooh)
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Outro]
Casanova fucked me over
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

Old Dominion – Written In The Sand

[Verse 1]
Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
And you won’t say the words that i want but you flirt when you’re drinkin’
I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf
I’m asking you baby ’cause i’m tired of asking myself

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it is or what it isn’t
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Outro]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand

Cash Cash & Dashboard Confessional – Belong

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides for
We can head for the shore
Or some place we’ve never been before
Just climb in and close the door
We’ve got nothing to answer for

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 2]
Reach out and take my hand
We got the radio pumping jams
We don’t got no map and we don’t got plans
We don’t gotta follow anyone’s demands
Feel the wind blowing in your hair
The sun on your face and a song in the air
We can go as fast as we ever dare
Until we see tomorrow in the rearview mirror

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And yeah, I belong with you

[Bridge]
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you

[Chorus]
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Louis The Child – Last To Leave (feat. Caroline Ailin) (Lyric Video)

You took it off the table then I put it back again
I’m really good at starting but I don’t know when it has to end
You’re leaving in reality I’m staying in pretend

Here I am
Here I am
Holding On
Here I am
Here I am
And you’re gone

I’m the last to leave the party
Don’t know when it’s time to go
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m always the last to know
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on
It’s just me
Cuz I’m the last to leave

I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice

You told me that you needed space
I don’t know what you meant
You said that all we did is fight, that’s not how I remember it
Jumping in together whether it was sink or swim
But here I am
Here I am
All alone
Here I am
Here I am
And you’re gone

I’m the last to leave the party
Don’t know when it’s time to go
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m always the last to know
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on
It’s just me
Cuz I’m the last leave

I’m the last to leave the party
Don’t know when it’s time to go
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m always the last to know
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on
It’s just me
Cuz I’m the last leave

I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice

SahBabii – Marsupial Superstars (feat. T3)

[Hook: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty, yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

[Verse 1: T3]
Diamonds straight out of the freezer
I got more sauce than a pizza
(You ain’t gotta be shy girl)
Swag make a bitch toot it up
Making dumb bread cause I’m shitting on em
Getting dumb head, stupid on em
Yellow diamond like who pissed on me
Couple hittas with them dicks on them
She too wet wet, let me fish on it
Break the bed legs, now we on the floor
Put my cinnamon in her apple jacks
I’m vegan throw that apple back
Almost gave me a asthma attack
Baby let me freak you up down, up down, turn around
Baby let me turn you upside, upside down

[Hook: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

[Verse 2: SahBabii]
Baby girl say she too pretty, red hair bitch Wendy’s
I need a Brenda and Cindy, I ain’t talking scary movie
I might just bust it no Pinky, titanic diamonds bitch I’m sinking
Things ain’t what it seems, I’m twinkling yeah
Real Mr. Clean yeah
She’s a vegetarian and she still ate my meat
But you can’t get cunnilingus

[Hook: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

Tekno – Only One

(Legendary Beatz)

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

Many girls can whine for me, only you I see
Amaka you are my fantasy, my indomie
My love, my love, my love, my love
You are my love, my love, my love, my love

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Oh, wataman no sure, slimdaddy say
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
My baby girl you give me love
The one that I never seen before

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
Say baby girl you give me more
My love that I never seen before

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara…

Joyce Wrice – Good Morning (On A Colors Show) (Live)

Is it seven o’clock?
You got me looking at my watch every minute
Because I’m waiting on you (waiting on you)
I said I’m waiting on you, you (waiting on you)
Make a move
I’m waiting on you, you yeah yeah

Seven o’clock in the morning
All I want you to do
Is get up on top of me, me
Because I’m all up on you
All up on you (all up on you)

I ‘ve been thinking a lot, yeah
I’ve been thinking about one thing mostly, yeah, yeah
Want you to come on over even if I’m asleep
Wake me up in my dreams
I’ll be waiting when you find me
It must be when I’m dreaming
Then you come behind me, remind me
Why I need you

All up on it
Early in the morning
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it
All up on it
Early in the morning
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it

I want you now
I need you now (need you now)
Please if you feel me throw your hands…

Is it seven o’clock?
Is it seven o’clock?
Said I want you now
I need you now
I want you now
I need you now
I want
I need

Seven o’clock in the morning
All I want you to do
Is get up on top of me, me
Because I’m all up on you
All up on you (all up on you)
All up on you

Pusho – Guerra

[Intro]
Hoy salgo pa’ la calle sin miedo a morir
Porque de donde vengo pa’ morir nacimos
Si ustedes quieren guerra bajen pa’ ‘onde mí
Que rompieron la palabra y se lo advertimos

Ninguno ‘e ustedes jala, to’ el mundo los conoce
Ahora no quieran aperentar
Ya la cosa está mala, no digan que no hay roze
Nosotros no estamos pa’ arreglar

[Coro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se…

[Verso 1]
Me canse de las porquerías, hoy salgo de casería
Y voy pa’ dentro a tumbarte los postes como María
Pa’ que llames a FEMA, entre la lluvia extrema
Y si los pillo en la yola se muere hasta el que rema

Estoy puesto pa’ abusar, no se vayan a acusar
La Casa Blanca, nadie la tuvo que impulsar
En la botella tengo cien relojes sin usar
No salgo del banco, vo’a hacer un cuarto en la sucursal

En la cocina está el chef, cuando reparta la res
Y la pruebe, le voy a quitar los kioskos a tu jefe
Y hacer ticket pa’ botarlo como Almighty a Custom
Y traerme a Chris Paul pa’ Houston (Pusho!)

[Coro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

[Verso 2]
Estoy en la 66, ya voy a ciento treinta
Los guardias no se dan cuenta, cuando pongo sport el Q50
Es mejor que entreguen la patenta
O me meto a tu besinda, como señor barriga a cobrarte la renta

Me quieren dar y se los susurro, pero siempre me les escurro
Y a nombre de ustedes prendo un turro
Ellos dicen que son títeres y nunca han vendi’o un churro
Yo brinque de los caballos pa’ los burros

Y ahora tengo una franquisia que a diario
Me deja pa’ que mis bisnietos toda la vida sean millonarios
Me la paso bebiendo to’ los días del calendario
Porque siempre ando con Luigi como Mario (waja!)

[Coro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

[Outro]
Woo! Woo!
Pusho!
El MVP
Ah!
Chorro ‘e caga’o
Esto es Casa Blanca Records
Ye!
Kronix Magical
OreooBeatzzz
Yefron
Saca la caja ‘e crayola
CPW
El Callejon
Ah!
Volvio el MVP
Prrr
Wooh!

Anthony Gonzalez & Gael García Bernal – Un Poco Loco (From “Coco”)

[MIGUEL]
Ahhhhhh-ahhoo ayy!
What color’s the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
You tell me that it’s red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
You say, "put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor

You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco
The way you keep me guessing, I’m nodding and i’m yesing
I’ll count it as a blessing
That I’m only un poco loco

[HECTOR]
The loco that you make me
It is just un poco crazy
The sense that you’re not making

[MIGUEL]
The liberties you’re taking

[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
Leaves my cabeza shaking
You’re just un poco loco

[ENSEMBLE]
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking

[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
Un poquititititititititi-titititito loco!

El Alfa & El Jefe – Suave

Estoy convencido, de que tu eres
lo mejor que me ha pasado
tu lo sabes, que tu cul* es grande
yo te amo cuando tu lo mueves suave

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Suave…
Suave…
Bailame en el tubo
bailame en el tubo

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras bailame en el tubo
en el estreet club, tiro pesos por un tubo
yo me pongo loco cuando tu me mueves el culo
mi nombre es nicolas y ella grita "más duro"

Esto se fue mundial, a mi hay que bailame
todos los días, tu no me puedes pichar
yo se que te va agustar, tu te pones de espaldas
que tu papi se quiere vaciar (x2)

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…

170 libras con cuarto y sin barriga
yo tengo más casas propias que el señor barriga
tu me gustas demasiado toma esa jeepeta
pórtate bien que te voy a pagar las tet**

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Suave…
suave…

Yo me he montado más en aviones
que en motores para el café
Acere que bola
Vamos para Miami
El AlfA
Chael

Conway Twitty – Slow Hand

As the midnight moon was driftin’ through
The lazy sway of the trees
I saw the look in your eyes, looking into the night
Not seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin’, don’t say a word, I’ve already heard
What your body’s sayin’ to mine, you’re tired of fast moves
You’ve got a slow groove on your mind
You want a man with a slow hand
You want a lover with an easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush baby, believe me I understand
When it comes to love, you want a slow hand
On shadowed ground, with no one around
And a blanket of stars in our eyes
Hey, we’re drifting free, like two lost leaves
On the crazy wind of the night
Darlin’, don’t say a word, I’ve already heard
What your body’s sayin’ to mine, if you want all night
You know it’s alright I’ve got time
You’ve got a man with a slow hand
You’ve got a lover with an easy touch
You’ve got somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush, baby believe me I understand
When it comes to love, you want a slow hand
You want a lover with an easy touch
You’ve got somebody who will spend some time with you baby
Not come and go in a heated rush, baby believe me I understand

Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know

I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive

And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive

And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

‘Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
That was me and I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails
Down someone else’s back I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it?

And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

The Offspring – The Kids Aren’t Alright

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big in every beat

Now the neighborhood’s cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing’s free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it’s hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
shattered dreams

Jenny had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he’s got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD’d and died
What the hell is going on?
The cruellest dream – reality

Chances thrown
Nothing’s free
Longing for
what used to be
Still it’s hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams

Collective Soul – Shine

Give me a word,
Give me a sign.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Lay me on the ground,
Or fly me in the sky.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down

Love is in the water,
Love is in the air.
Show me where to look,
Tell me will love be there?
Will love be there?

Teach me how to speak,
Teach me how to share.
Teach me where to go,
Tell me will love be there?
Love be there?

Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down

Give me a word,
Give me a sign.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Lay me on the ground,
Or fly me in the sky.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down

I’m gonna let it shine
I’m gonna let it shine
Heaven, let your light
Shine on me

Oh, yeah,
Yeah
Heaven, let your light
Shine on me

Shine on me, yeah
(Shine) C’mon and shine

The Cardigans – Been It (Black & White Version)

Baby boy
Your face is pretty and your life’s a toy
Master man
I’m never better than your latest plan

Poor donee
what are you gonna try to be
where are you gonna go without me now
I’ve been your mother I’ve been your father

who can ask me for more
I’ve been your sister I’ve been your mistress
maybe I was your whore
who can ask me for more

Superstar
I’ve tried to educate your childish heart
I made your bed
and I was in it when your faith was dead

poor donee
what are you gonna try to be
where are you gonna go without me now
Sweetiepie

I’m you personal pro, you know
you know what number to try when to cry

Green Day – Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don’t ask why
It’s not a question but a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while

It’s something unpredictable but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

G-Eazy – No Limit Remix Vol. 2 Lyrics

If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, aye, then go to Hawaii and fuck some bitchs
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money

[Bridge: McPhillip]
Aye, yeah, fuck with Mc and get some money

[Verse 1: McPhillip]
Straight up, take a red pill at the door, aye (door, door)
Bring that bitch at home then I’ll fuck her just alone, yeah (alone, Malone)
This days I’m a like a fucker, ’cause I didn’t somke for a lqer,(lqer, lqer)
You want to fuck my Grammy, ’cause you got that no one, Grammy
You can aways kiss an ass when you trying to get fat
I got one, two, three albums droped earlier then my Rari
You got a bitch that flying over Kamalaya
I’m drivein’ Tambulaya

[Effective Voice]
Under

[Choire: A$AP ROCKY]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, aye, fuck with me and get some money
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, aye,fuck with me and get some money

[Verse 2:
Dream just your dream, kissing wet pussy
Get in love for messing around, lovely you check me out
You givein’ me drugs just with your look
All my love is gone, somewhere for a crown
I only one time was your lover, you was wereing that, mmmm Sober
I have not one time, to fuck your life (Mafia!)
Yeah, Imma tellin’ you “I love you”
You tellin’ them “don’t bluff me”
Bitch, I can’t stay stapled more with you
I got my crew

Yeah

[Choire: A$AP ROCKY]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, aye, fuck with me and get some money
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money

[Bridge: Cardi B]
Fuck with him and get some money, yeah

[Verse: Cardi B]
If you don’t like my shoes, you can crack it back
My Bartier by Cardi is drivein’ a Bugatti
York Bartier Cardi is bitchin’ over my son
If you dosen’t like this shit
Picky Red Pussy then is poppin’ over charts
Then if you hittin’ over charts, you hittin’ over Cardi Bacardi
So you should focus on McPhillip’s Ferrari (No Limit!)
Yeah, the name is Fararri, but we say it like Rari’ (woooo)

[Choire: A$AP ROCKY]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, aye, fuck with me and get some money
Aye, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, aye,fuck with me and get some money