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Justin Wellington – Iko Iko Lyrics (feat. Small Jam)

[Intro]
Hahaha
Ayo big wave [?]
Small Jam alongside J.W.​

[Pre-Chorus]
My bestie and your bestie
Sit down by the fire
Your bestie says she want party
So can we make these flames go higher

[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout hey now (Hey now), hey now (Hey now)
Iko iko an day
Jockomo feena a dan day
Jockomo feena nay ([?])

[Verse 1]
Start my truck, let's all jump in
Here we go together
Nice cool breeze and big palm trees
I tell you, life don't get no better

[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout hey now (Hey now), hey now (Hey now)
Iko iko an day
Jockomo feena a dan day
Jockomo feena nay
[Verse 2]
A keia mamang gwele
Step on the dancing floor
Hips be winding, DJ rewinding
Take it to the island way
Keio, baby mama
Put on your dancing shoes
One drop it drop it low now, take it to the max now
Jammin' the Small Jam way
(Ja-Ja-) Jammin' the Small Jam way

[Pre-Chorus]
My bestie and your bestie
Dancing by the fire
Your bestie says she want party
So can we make these flames go higher

[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout hey now (Hey now), hey now (Hey now)
Iko iko an day (Ohh)
Jockomo feena a dan day
Jockomo feena nay ([?])

[Verse 3]
Solomon girl straight up right hoochie mama
Make we party non stop in a island banda
Swing those hips and back it up to me ragga

A chance fi party, ladies do the Dougie Dougie
I'm jammin island reggae reppin' blue, green and yellow
Me tappin on me beat make ya slow wine for me, baby
Speakers pumpin', people jumpin'
We're jammin' the island way
[Verse 4]
Shoutout to the good-time crew
All across the islands
Grab your shoes, then we'll two-by-two
And now we're shinin' bright like diamonds

[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout hey now (Hey now), hey now (Hey now)
Iko iko an day (Ohh)
Jockomo feena a dan day
Jockomo feena nay (Yes)
(One drop it drop it low now, take it to the max now)
(Jammin' the Small Jam way – wind it!)

[Bridge]
Wine up, go down, wine up, go down
Twist your body backwards (We go, we go)
We go left, left, we go right, right
Turn it around and forward (Wine and go down again)
Wine up, go down, wine up, go down
Twist your body backwards (Twist it back)
We go left, left, we go right, right
Turn it around and forward

[Pre-Chorus]
My bestie and your bestie
Dancing by the fire
Your bestie says she want party
So can we make these flames go higher
[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout hey now (Hey now), hey now (Hey now)
Iko iko an day (Ohh)
Jockomo feena a dan day
Jockomo feena nay
Jockomo feena nay
Jockomo feena nay
Jockomo feena nay

Stromae – House’llelujah Lyrics

Au nom du rythme, et du chant
Je cris House’llelujah, House’llelujah!
Bénie soit la musique et House’llelujah
House’llelujah!

House’llelujah
House’llelujah
House’llelujah
House’llelujah

J’ai prié dieu pendant des heures,
On m’a dit qu’il était trop vieux pour tout nos pleures
Qu’il est trop riche pour écouté nos pauvres cœurs
Qu’il est trop pris, qu’il est femme, qu’il est homme
Qu’il est hétéro, qu’il est gay
Qu’il est chanteur, qu’il est DJ
Qu’il est mort et qu’il est née
Qu’il est même musulman ou juif
Qu’il est bouddhiste et athé

Au nom du ryhtme et des gens
Je crie House’llelujah
House’llelujah!
Bénie soit la musique et House’llelujah
House’llelujah!

House’llelujah

C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit

House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
House’llelujah . . .
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit!

House’llelujah x8

J’entend des voix
Des voix de gens que je ne vois
Si toi aussi tu les perçoit
C’est qu’tu avait perdu la foi !
C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit !

House’llelujah . . .
C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
House’llelujah . . .
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit!

House’llelujah x4

Fredo Bang – Big Steppa Lyrics (feat. Sada Baby)

Ain’t that DJ chose over there that
Look like DJ chose
You have reached the voicemail box of

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper
I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide niggas
Screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

Yeah yeah yeah yeah pull it out my pocket like I’m reachin for my cell phone
Did it with my mans so who the f*ck you bout to tell on
Blasting in a zipper we ain’t talkin bout no head phones
Yeah I got 5
Put that on your cousin cause the bitch ain’t worth a dime
When I’m in the city tell them pussies stay insde
Just like melly I got murda on my mind

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper

I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide niggas
Screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

He slime he ain’t my kind them niggas dien that’s on god I got dracs
Got 45s bout them bitches match my vibe hmm on that type of time
2 shots flip your ride 10 more and they live
Well catch the niggas outside he don’t care about his life
We gon send him home that’s what he wants scary sight
Skuba in the cut with double cups and extra pipes
I’m scopin I’m snipin and I got on all my ice what it do

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper
I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide
Niggas screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

Megan Thee Stallion – Movie Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk)

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Take a shot, then turn the phone and shit, give me that D’USSÉ dick
’42, ho, Azul make me do some crazy shit
f*cked him good, now he shakin’, call that nigga crazy legs
Mixin’ blue with the green hundreds, that shit look like crazy bread
That ain’t my man, but that’s my man, though, so watch your hands, ho
He tryna holler when you ain’t looking, just stop shakin’ his hand, bro
Told that nigga give me the money, don’t know what you playin’ for
This expensive, don’t be touchin’ on what you ain’t payin’ for
Eat my coochie, let’s make a movie, nigga
I’m talkin’ ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
My p*ssy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it, ah

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Baow, baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that

Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don’t put your tongue on it
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can’t pull on it
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don’t it?
Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
Order bottles, I don’t even drink, I know the hood want it
Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
Bounce your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
Shake your boobies, uh, I’m like a groupie, bitch
That lil’ bitch never turn down money, I don’t give a f*ck who she with
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off

Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Ayy)
Shake that

All of that talking in circles, just save it (Yeah)
I don’t wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (Huh?)
He gotta go if he ain’t comin’ with it
Me and a broke nigga ain’t getting entangled (Ah)
I want a Birkin-‘kin-‘kin-‘kin (‘Kin-‘kin)
Finna find out that SSN
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Get what I want, then I go missing (Ah)
He send a text, say he mad at me, why? (Why?)
He tryna FaceTime and you know I decline
I don’t call you when you be with them hoes
So don’t blow me up when you see I’m with mine (Baow)
Thinking you player, she gon’ air you out when she mad, hmm (Spazz, nigga)
And I don’t kiss you ’cause I know you eating ass, yeah (Ah, ah, ah)
You getting beside yourself, find yourself ‘fore I make you hide yourself
Who the f*ck pumpin’ these bitches? Bitches is ass just like they hydrogel (Just like they hydrogel)
I see how your mama felt, finna go find my belt
Try pull my card and get dealt
Bad bitches get good gifts and that’s word to the ride I’m in, ah

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Yeah)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty

Sfera Ebbasta – Gangang Lyrics (feat. Lil Mosey)

[Testo di "Gangang" ft. Lil Mosey]

[Intro: Sfera Ebbasta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Money Gang, Money Gang

[Strofa 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
Sai che vengo da là
Piccolo quartiere poco fuori città
Fumavo le canne nel parchetto coi fra'
Qua ci si fa grande e lo sai già come va
C'è chi se ne va e chi resta là
Volevamo fare i soldi come i DJ
Farci quelle tipe che vedi su Playboy
Invece il mio amico sta impazzendo con lei
Non esce più con noi
Soldi e tipe vanno e vengono, la gang è questa (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Me la tatuo anche in testa
Ti ho rivista e, giuro, mi sembravi diversa (Eh, еh, eh, eh)
Ma sei sеmpre la stessa

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei

[Strofa 2: Lil Mosey]
Up all night, it's like three in the morn' (In the morn')
But I don't take drugs no more (Uh)
In the back of the coupe, and I f*ck so slow (Skrrt, skrrt)
I found her in the club (Lil' bitch)
Hop in the stu' with some Benjamins (Bands)
I'm with my brothers, I don't got no friends (No)
I can't lose, I'm tryna win (Win)
Nigga was broke, but that was back then (Back then)
I got the drip like Marcelo (Marcelo)
Just took a jet to Milano (Milano)
I just brought my city euros (Euros)
They say I'm a hood hero

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
So I say
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei

Fuller House: Candace Cameron Bure wants to do a sixth season

Movie News

Fuller House: Candace Cameron Bure wants to do a sixth season
November 11, 2020 by: Gaius Bolling

Candace Cameron Bure is making it clear that she and the rest of the cast of Fuller House are still hoping to do a sixth season of the popular Netflix series. 

Fuller House, while extremely popular on the streaming service, ended its five-year run in May 2020 with an ending that was mostly satisfying for fans. Despite the show coming to a close, there is still a desire to see more of the extended Tanner clan and that desire has only grown since plans for the sixth season were made public.

For Fuller House Candace Cameron Bure served as a producer on the show and she shared that the cast and crew were expecting Netflix to order a sixth season of the series. The plan was that the sixth season would properly end the Full House spin-off with the extra year and this would allow them to focus on the kids with DJ, Stephanie, and Kimmy all married and living in the same house. Bure also revealed that they intentionally underutilized Stephanie's new baby, Danielle, in season 5, wanting to more prominently feature her in season six. While there are no current plans to move forward with another season of Fuller House, Cameron-Bure spoke to "US Weekly" and said it's still something that she is game to do:

"We would absolutely love it if we could because I think there are so many fun stories to tell with the Fuller House gang. The fifth season premiered this year. So, people are still watching the show that aren’t caught up on Netflix. I still receive daily messages five months later that they’re like, ‘What’s happening with season 6?' There’s just so much more there. So, who knows? We can only, you know, cross our fingers and hope that the people who control it would allow us to do it.”

The final season of Fuller House saw the whole gang deciding to still live together in the Tanner family home after Kimmy and Stephanie initially wanted to move out with their respective families. It was also revealed that Stephanie with pregnant which meant that Danielle was soon to be a big sister. The big plan for the sixth season was to mirror Full House as the adult cast members had finally sorted out their lives and the focus was then going to shift to the kids. 

Do YOU think Fuller House should get a sixth season?

Source:
US Weekly

Lady A – Bartender Lyrics

[Verse 1]
8 o’clock on Friday night I’m still at home
All my girls just keep on blowin' up my phone
Sayin', "Come on, he ain’t worth the pain
Do what you gotta do to forget his name"
Now there’s only one thing left for me to do
Slip on my favorite dress and sky-high leather boots
Check the mirror one last time
And kiss the past goodbye

[Chorus]
What I’m really needin' now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
‘Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights
Hey bartender, pour ‘em hot tonight
‘Til the party and the music and the truth collide
Bring it ‘til his memory fades away
Hey bartender

[Verse 2]
Tonight I’ll let a stranger pull me on the floor
Spin me 'round and let him buy a couple more
But before it goes too far
I’ll let him down easy
'Cause tonight it’s all about dancin' with my girls to the DJ
Put that song on replay

[Chorus]
What I’m really needin' now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
‘Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights
Hey bartender, pour ‘em hot tonight
‘Til the party and the music and the truth collide
Bring it ‘til his memory fades away
Hey bartender

[Bridge]
I’m feelin' that buzz
I’m ready to rock
Ain’t no way I’m gonna tell you to stop
So pour that thing up to the top
I’m comin' in hot
Hey bartender
Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
Hey Bartender
What I’m really needin' now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
‘Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights
Hey bartender, pour ‘em hot tonight
‘Til the party and the music and the truth collide
Bring it ‘til his memory fades away
Hey bartender
Hey bartender

The music stops on Idris Elba’s Turn Up Charlie with Netflix cancellation

Movie News

The music stops on Idris Elba’s Turn Up Charlie with Netflix cancellation
April 28, 2020 by: Gaius Bolling

Netflix is opting not to spin more records with Idris Elba's DJ-comedy, Turn Up Charlie. The streamer has cancelled the series after only one season. 

The decision to cancel the series comes more than a year after the show made its debut on the service on March 15, 2019 Netflix had this to say about the cancellation:

"Turn Up Charlie will not return for a second season. We're especially grateful to stat and executive producer Idris Elba, who turned his passion for DJing into a witty, heart-warming comedy series. We're also thankful to executive producers Gary Reich and Tristram Shapeero and co-executive producers Martin Joyce and Ana Garanito, along with the dedicated cast and crew, for bringing this story to life on Netflix. We look forward to continuing our relationship with Idris on future projects."

Netflix, like most streaming services, doesn't release viewership info (unless they wan to brag) but I'm assuming, especially given that more people are at home due to the COVID-19 stay at home orders, that the streamer just didn't see the numbers they wanted to move forward with another season. Netflix typically isn't trigger happy when it comes to cancellations and usually have their reasons for not moving forward.

Turn Up Charlie ran for eight episodes and centered on the titular character played by Elba. Charlie is a struggling DJ and eternal bachelor who is given a final chance at success when he reluctantly becomes a "manny" to his famous best friend's problem-child daughter, Gabby (Frankie Hervey). The series also starred Piper Perabo & JJ Feild 

Were YOU watching Turn Up Charlie on Netflix? Sad to see it go?

Source:
Deadline

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Brown Guys (The Seven Album)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too

Cold War Kids – Wilshire Protest (La Divine Album)

I am marching with the protest
I got so much to say, but I’m only here to witness
There’s a war inside my head
And I’m surrendering to weakness
We’re separated by steel and glass
In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ
Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home
Don’t text me there should be no, I can wait
My chemical’s are spiking like a lie detector
Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer
We dream of being a true spirit
We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders
We binge on the mood sticking on the bleachers
We worship talent, but we don’t see if anybody can even see it
First you must believe it
So keep your nosebleed seats I’d rather be irrelevant
What if I crossover and nobody remembers it?
Will we stay together?
Even if I never get discovered?
This is the west coast dreams will make a line
This is the promise land, the gold rush
And I’m about to find out

Rich Homie Quan – Replay (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Be quiet, RoRo
Yeah, this that shit here, man
Nigga gon’ feel, brah
You know what I’m sayin’, like
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man
I’m so content with the person I am
I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
Niggas a wannabe, niggas a drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These niggas actin’, these niggas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these niggas bastards
These niggas hatin’, these niggas leechin’
Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fuck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best nigga

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 2]
Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ nigga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone take for one of y’all niggas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these niggas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ nigga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these niggas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

[Bridge]
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

Noah Cyrus – Stay Together

[Verse 1]
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
Now I’m not making sense
I’m laughing at a joke that I don’t get
I’m acting like these strangers are my friends
But I don’t give a fuck
Yelling at the DJ, "Bro, your shit is boring"
Doing things that I will not regret until the morning
Imma make it rain down, another round is on me
I’m just here for fun and I don’t care about the money
(Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Verse 2]
Alright, alright, finish your G and T
The Uber’s here, so now it’s time to leave
Hey driver, could you pass the AUX to me?
Go ahead and turn it up
Head out of the window
You could call me shameless
Waving to my people now I’m acting like I’m famous
Tell him, "Take the long way"
We could see the sunrise
Damn, you look so pretty when the sunlight hits your blue eyes

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Refrain]
(For the night, for the night)(oh yeah)
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
(Hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, Oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Lana Del Rey – Children Of The Bad Revolution (Cherry Blossom Album)

[Intro]
Take me in your fast car Mercedes
Kissing on your neck while you’re driving
He- he doesn’t care, I’m always on my Blackberry
All the time, all the time, buying into every line

[Verse 1]
I’m a flashy little lush, but he thinks I’m really fine
Notorious and wild, takes me where I’m gonna shine
Where the bad boys roll hard, dressing like James Dean
And the vixen starlets feels so good to be

[Hook]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

[Verse 2]
Baby, we are chancers on the scene
Glamour in the gutters, only so arty
Sick graffiti artists and tabloid queen
Mix it up, mix it up
Every ‘do you’ve ever seen

We’re acting really tough
Like the world belongs to us
Cause it does, yeah, it must
What we do creates the buzz
Where the bad boys blow smoke
Just like they’re James Dean
And the it girls blow kisses
Just like Marilyn

[Hook]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

[Verse 3]
Run for our lives
They got all our chains
Let’s hope that we merge
Create our own games
DJ’s, rock stars, posers we are
The new politicians
They’re celebrity editions
And it’s so pornographic then it’s tragic
Nothing magic makes us free
To be what we wanna be, wanna be

[Hook 2x]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

SoMo – Champion (Theanswers Album)

[Verse 1]
I live in a world where we compete
For things we need in our lives
I’ve got the heart of a champion, but with you I’m more
I’ve tried to repress my desires
Baby, you got me on fire

[Pre-Chorus]
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off of that?
Girl, just call me back soon
I work for that body, boo

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

[Verse 2]
I’ve been practicing around the world
Taking my chances on the baddest girls
Gotta stack my tickets up so I cash ’em in for ya
Roll my body like an Oscar
Girl, you’re acting up, acting up

[Pre-Chorus]
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off of that?
Girl, just call me back soon
I work for that body, boo

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

[Bridge]
Can I pick it up? Can I claim this award?
Why is this trophy by itself?
DJ, pick it up, I’ma win it off the shelf
Can’t give it up to nobody else

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On

One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio

LUDACRIS – Vitamin D lyrics

Aw yeah, yeah!
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda….

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it

Ludacris – Vitamin D (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris]
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold

Tate Kobang – Dis Side

[Intro]
See
What the problem is
Ya’ll niggas talk too fucking much
[?] they’re talking
[?]
DJ [?] here
Tate Kobang
We do this for Baltimore

Yeah
If you ain’t ready for this we come back

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Verse: Tate Kobang]
All black cars deep tints for niggas
Four-nine MMs that’s for triggers
Money coming slow got the drop on some dealers
Catch them stumblin’ out of the club on liquor
We been getting money for a minute on the low
Twelve keep watching think a nigga’s sellin’ blow
Anybody fucking up the paper gotta go
Came up from the bottom ain’t a nigga cold as snow
Had to take some time off just to get my head right
Rest in peace to school that got me scared to stop at red lights
Pipe clutchin’, niggas bussin’, no discussin’
Told my kids we’ll come at home and daddy love you
Niggas see you at the top won’t send shots
Couple niggas on call love spend blocks
If a nigga gettin’ money just congratulate him
Why you thinkin’ we gon’ make it that you had to hate him
It’s enough money for a saw
Came in broke all I wanna do is ball
Hate to see you down but they love to watch you fall
Mama struggle that’s why I don’t give a fuck at all
Give a fuck at all

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Outro]

Rihanna – Pon De Replay (Internet Version)

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let’s go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Wind it up one time, wind it back once more

(Come)
Run
(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ?til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come, come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the club gon be rockin’ when I’m through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat

(Come)
Run

(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ’til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Okay everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?

Ke$ha – We R Who We R

Hot and dangerous
If you’re one of us, then roll with us
‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we’ve got our hot-pants on and up
And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club
And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace

I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth

I’m telling you ’bout the shit we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)

I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up uuuup)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

Sean Leon – Deep End (Off The) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Hook]
They on my wave again
East end, deep end on a wave again
Ex bitch in my face again
Hit it once and tell her I need space again, yeah
Might just rock the fade again
Plotting in my mama base again, woo!
They on my wave again
Fuck you, goodnight, dawg I wave to them

[Bridge]
I don’t fuck with niggas, still they tried to steal the flow
Bail my DJ out and kill a show
Fuck I need a deal for, I’ve been dealing dope
If I can get it slow, my family good for sure

[Verse 1]
Came out of my slumber to fuck up the summer, aye
Can’t help but wonder why they front in public when they got my number (aye!)
Can’t help but wonder, you give me your two cents I’ll gladly refund ya (aye!)
I’ve been on to something
I made me a someone with nothing and no one, yeah (aye!)
Don’t beef over
Or need me no sleepover bitches
She wanna leave me like all the time, say "Maui, it’s me or the bitches"
We fight like all the time, we don’t agree on the bitches, yeah
Call up my side bitch from time to time to let off some steam on a bitch quick
They know that wave coming through on some tidal shit…
They know that wave coming through like it rained 40 days, on some bible shit

[Verse 2]
It ain’t no conspiracy, niggas is fearing me
Girls wanna marry me, boys wanna mirror me
Cause I want to live a sweet life, hating niggas wanna bury me
Getting head, counting bread, some days that’s therapy

[Hook]
They on my wave again
East end, deep end on a wave again
Ex bitch in my face again
Hit it once and tell her I need space again, yeah
Might just rock the fade again
Plotting in my mama base again, woo!
They on my wave again
Fuck you, goodnight, dawg I wave to them

[Bridge]
I don’t fuck with niggas, still they try to steal the flow
Bail my DJ out and kill a show
Fuck I need a deal for, I’ve been dealing dope
If I can get it slow, my family good for sure

[Verse 3]
Peel a blunt I need it right now
High as fuck, I’m weeded right now
Can you come, I need it right now
Can you come, I need it right now
Can you come, I need it
Me and yours and yours and yours
Tell your friends they’re eatin’, then we gon’ repeat it
People changing like the seasons
Doesn’t phase me cause I’m seasoned
Give a man a reason, give a man a reason
Why you even tweeting if you gon’ delete it?
That shit got me tweaking, that shit got me beasting
Now a nigga eating, yeah a nigga eating
Need a bitch to need me, fuck me twice and leave me
If it ain’t a Raptor on the TV, it’s Apple on the TV
What happened to ’em?

[Outro]
I tell that ting to bring a friend
I hit it once, hit it again
Fuck them niggas from your ends
The 905 got me on 10
I tell that ting to bring a friend
I hit it once, hit it again
Fuck them niggas from your ends
The 905 got me on 10

Ed Sheeran – Barcelona (÷ Divide Deluxe Album)

[Verse 1]
Will get up, up on the dancefloor tonight
I’ve got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
Making me feel like the beat and the bassline
Are in my blood, both hands up on her waistline
Get on up, baby, dance to the rhythm of the music
Don’t care what the DJ chooses
Get lost in the rhythm with me
Please don’t close until we wanna leave it

[Chorus]
And you and I we’re flying on an aeroplane tonight
We’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona

[Verse 2]
Will get up, up on the dancefloor, move, it’s a Saturday night
I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight
Reflected in your beautiful eyes
I guess that is destiny doing it right
And dance like they do in the Mediterranean
Spin you around me again and again, and
You’re like something that God has sent me
I want you, baby, solamente

[Chorus]
And you and I we’re flying on an aeroplane tonight
We’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Oh, Barcelona
So let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona

[Verse 3]
Las ramblas, I’ll meet you
We’ll dance around la Sagrada Familia (Barcelona)
Drinking sangría
Mi niña, te amo mi cariño (Barcelona)
Mamasita rica
Sí, te adoro, señorita (Barcelona)
Los otros, viva la vida
Come on, let’s be free in Barcelona
Las ramblas, I’ll meet you
Come on and dance with me in Barcelona
Drinking Sangría
I just want to be in Barcelona
Mamasita, rica
Feel that summer breeze in Barcelona
Nosotros, viva la vida
Siempre vida, Barcelona

Kumi Koda – Ultraviolet

Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Fight back 髪かすめ グラついた
Fight back 衝撃の瞬間
Attack like a machine gun fire!
tra ta ta ta ta tra tra ta ta ta ta ta

Don’t let 容赦なく胸にdope
Never ever let them tell you what you should like
ただリズム感じてinside
ch-k ch-k cha ch-k ch-k ch-k cha cha

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
自分信じ行くべき場所higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
嫌だった自分、過去へ
賭けに出ましょうLet’s go

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Oh Never gonna give it up
自信 higher higher
Never gonna give it up
声はlouder louder
Attack like a machine gun
tra ta ta ta ta tra tra ta ta ta ta ta

Don’t let 容赦なく胸にdope
こんな経験したことない No way!
心で叫ぶ I know Just listen up listen up, rhythm inside

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
自分信じ行くべき場所higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
嫌だった自分、過去へ
賭けに出ましょうLet’s go

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

I’m here I’m real 回せDJ
もうparty going never ever
終わらぬparty 涙にもう溺れない
ただ live it live it up live it live it up
Uhhh Singing now そうBoy you got it in ya
Uhhh Singing now そうloud like that

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
Higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
Never give up never give up

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Feeling this ultraviolet night

COSMO – Lights Out lyrics

Yeah…oh…
Lights out [x2]

I’m late to the party ‘cause it started at 9
I gotta call up my ex, so I’m runnin’ behind
I’m wearing my stilettos with a couple of…
And tonight, I’m hanging up ‘cause I wanna get loose

I think I’m gonna fall in love with the DJ tonight…
And make him press all my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

And turn the…

[Chorus: ]

(lights out)
I just wanna move (wanna move)
Now turn the…(lights out)
Wind me up and see what I can do
Turn the…(lights out)
Don’t you wanna play (wanna play)
And turn the…(lights out)
We can party (and party)

And wave hands in the air and my make-up is smeared
I think I’m loosing my mind, so many boys up in here
And the damn VIP is the place for me
I’m not with that…but I’m cool as can be

I think I fell in love with the DJ tonight…
I let him press my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

We turn the…

[Chorus x2]

And when the light’s out…

This is the part when you turn me on (uh huh)
This is the part when you turn me on
But first, you press play, and then turn me on
First you press play, and then you turn me on.

Put your hands up [x4]
Hands up (x2)

[Chorus]

L-l-l-lights out…(x5)

Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle) (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Lupe Fiasco & Gizzle – Jump (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Ela nao e Santa – Mc Mirella feat. Delano letra

Letra Mc Mirella – Ela nao e Santa

Ela nao e santa
Mas dançando faz milagre. (x2)

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontade. (x3)

Ela nao pode ouvir
Aquele beat envolvente
Nao pode escutar
A potência do grave
Quando o DJ Marcelinho solta o ponto
Ela treme com vontade.
Versuri-lyrics.info

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontade. (x2)

Quando o DJ do baile solta o ponto
Ela desce na maldade.

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontadeee. (x2)
Mc Mirella letras
Video Santa

Richard Ashcroft – A Song For The Lovers

I spend the night
Yeah, looking for my inside in a hotel room
Waiting for you
We’re gonna make it tonight
Yeah, something in the air tells me that time is right
So we’ve better get it on

DJ, play a song for the lovers, tonight
Please, play a song for the lovers, tonight

Don’t want to wait
Lord, I’ve been waiting all my life but I’m too late again
I know but I was scared
Can’t you see, oh, I’m moving like a train, into some foreign land
That you got on
A ticket for this ride, but I will

Ooh, this is a song for my lover, tonight
Today, play a song for my lover, tonight

One more for the lovers

Can’t stop looking back, no no