Example – All U Need Lyrics (feat. Karen Harding)

Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
Your body made me write a new song today

You know what I like so
If you wanna go, I’ll go
Don’t do it like the book
Don’t give me that look like
Like American Psycho
You had me on arrival
And if we’re going to go viral
I don’t want to be a wife
When I’m singing for my life on American Idol

You don’t have to treat me like I’m princess Jasmine
Fly me round the world or buy me stuff
Take me to my room until we both can’t stand it
All you need to bring is your love
All you need, need to bring
All you need, need to bring
All you need to bring is your love
All you need, need to bring
All you need, need to bring
All you need to bring is your love

Sending me screen-grabs, sending me stills
Got your voice in my head still when the melody kills
I ain’t even take you shopping out in Beverly Hills
Head over heals off your ecstasy
In the middle of the night when you’re next to me
And in the middle of the day when you says to me
And the way you show me the specialities [?]
Head to head with me, open sesame
Whatever the time will allow us
I don’t care who’s wearing the trousers
Threw the flowers in the bin
When I met her in the doorway
We can do it your way
What’s your forte?
Hours and hours of wow in my tower [?]
Show me your powers
Only stop for a shower

Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
Your body made me write a new song today

You don’t have to treat me like I’m princess Jasmine
Fly me round the world or buy me stuff
Take me to my room until we both can’t stand it
All you need to bring is your love
All you need, need to bring
All you need, need to bring
All you need to bring is your love
All you need, need to bring
All you need, need to bring
All you need to bring is your love

Whatever you dreamt of
Whatever you feel
I’ll put you on the pedestal
The pleasure is real
Got me bidding for you
Everything incredibly thrilled
I didn’t pay a single penny
‘Cause you’re seventy mil
You’ve got the body of a Purple Aventador
I never knew the human body so flexible
And if whatever you just did was intentional
Not be sensible
f*ck conventional
And the moment you doubt you pulled it off today
‘Cause you’ve done yourself proud from the off, okay?
Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
Yeah, Your body made me write a new song today

A couple of months gone and I’m writing your an album
Step into the limelight
Didn’t know the outcome
[?] Magically consummate
You’re Harry Potter showing off his new wand today

All you need, need to bring
All you need, need to bring
All you need to bring is your love
All you need, need to bring
All you need, need to bring
All you need to bring is your love

BlocBoy JB – Nun Of Dat (feat. Lil Pump) lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
Simi, load that fuckin’ semi
Hey (ha), hey, yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more (what)
Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go)
You did the set, cool, say no more (no)
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
In the air, like a UFO (in the air)
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control (word)
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control (poop control)
Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout (word)
I’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
And I can’t fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh)
I had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
I be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a traitor (word)
Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m totin’ shit like I’m Mater
2017, made The Fader
Balling on niggas like Lakers
I call up Ben for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you so you raped her
Call you a plate ’cause you ate her
Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil grades up

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That chopper turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your bitch (ouu)
You sipping on Karo, we sip Actavis (chill)
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (ouu)
Kick her ass out because she came with mid (chill)
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ouu)
Ouu, we ain’t with none of that, hoe (huh)
I don’t drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah)
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ouu)
I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn)
And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh)
Could’ve bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat)
I’m so rich but I still want more (more)
I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
Sipping on Wock with Dr. Phil (ouu)
Can’t buy a pint if the bitch ain’t sealed (nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah)
Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed)
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some [?] from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

Kodak Black – Laudy Lyrics

[Intro]
That’s my baby she from Laudy
That’s my baby she from Holly
That’s my baby she from Laudy

[Verse]
That’s my baby she from Laudy
I’m gone pick up I’m gone pull up when she call me
I’m gone pick up I’m gone pull up in a Audi
I got ice cubes where my heart be
I be freezing I be drowning
I was cheating and she saw me
Assault rifle in the laundry
I tried to hide it but she found it
All you wanna do is doubt
All you ever do is doubt me
You just with me for my clout
I ain’t stupid young and naughty
All this dripping like a fountain
Dead presidents look like a mountain
Drip drip, I’m drippin like I’m [?]
I’m dripping like I’m [?]
I be smoking on a plane, gaggin
Kodak I’ma hop out on a band wagon
Aye I be geeking like I’m [?]
I be preaching like I’m Al Sharpton
I’m so litty like a [?]
I’m so lit they call me Remy Martin
I’m so lit I crashed and dipped hard
I’m so lit I broke her damn heart
I’m so lit I don’t know when the jam start
I’m so lit I don’t feel my damn heart
My lil lady she from [?]
My lil lady out the Nolia
She be right here like she posed to
She my favorite cause we Nolia
That’s my baby that’s my soldier
Restaurant we eating like we starving
At the fountain blue we drink like we flounder
I’m from the No but my lil hoe from Laudy
She be like rest in peace to Martin
My lil lady she from [?]
She be like get that money bae fuck what they all say
My dick be stuck on hard I’m fuckin with her all day
I’m eating calamari fuck the rari this a Audi R8
I promise I ain’t fuck her she just suck my dick that’s all bae
I’m sorry I ain’t fuck her she just suck my dick that’s all
We got the same birthday that’s my twin like that’s my dawg
Bending corners through reveers shawty from the raw
And I hit her raw cause she clean like she be mopping
And I hit her raw cause she clean like she do laundry
My lil baby raw she be dripping at my closet
My lil baby raw she be dripping like she faucet
That lil pussy wet that pussy wet just like she [?]
A-E-I-O-U she make me wanna say my vowels
And in my mind its all for you its gone be you cause I be vowing
They kicked me out of school but I ain’t no fool cause I got honors
Ain’t go to college but I ain’t no fool just cause I’m from the projects
I’m bending corners with that tool I keep that what you call it
Bending corners with that wooly keep that what you call
Leave the scenery she break her neck she see me, drop her draws
She say “Kodak you my favorite, how it feel to be a star?”
All this shit just a façade, its Hollywood, shit ain’t real
Say bae this Hollywood this shit ain’t real
I’m really in the streets these niggas industry they ain’t real
These niggas Hollywood, they Beverly Hills
These niggas sucking meat for a deal
I’m dying on my feet fore I take a kneel
But my lil lady she from Laudy

Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel

Quentin Miller – Surreal (Falco Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah whoa
It’s Falco man
Yeah, yeah whoaaa
Yeah, ayy

[Pre-hook]
Really don’t make no sense
Really don’t make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
How did I get this lit?
How did shit get like this?
I just might switch my bitch

[Hook]
Ayy, next style I might switch back
Might just feel like that
Better go, get it right back
Let it go, get it right back
Blow it then get it right back
Blow it up get it right back

[Refrain]
You know what the fuck going on
You know how the fuck we gone come
Don’t stop till we get that money long

[Verse 1]
Rap music paying my bills
Got me in Beverly Hills
I’m having various pills
You should come Netflix and chill
I’m really a legend forreal, forreal, forreal
Might get rich then switch (whoa)
Hit the mall, Nike my bitch (whoa)
Then we gone pipe this bitch like (whoa)
Then we gone pipe this bitch up (whoa)

[Pre-hook]
Really don’t make no sense
Really don’t make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
How did I get this lit?
How did shit get like this?
I just might switch my bitch

[Hook]
Ayy, next style I might switch back
Might just feel like that
Better go, get it right back
Let it go, get it right back
Blow it then get it right back
Blow it up get it right back

[Verse 2]
Hold up, hold up, hey!
They ain’t want me to fly but it’s too late
Yeah, [?] Falco outer space
Contraband all up in my suitcase
Yeah, it’s okay they gone hate
If they didn’t I would feel a way
Let ’em say what they gone say
People gone talk that’s fine yeah
Go ahead speak your mind yeah
I’ma just keep on mine yeah
I’ma stay on my grind yeah
I’ma stay on my grind yeah

[Pre-hook]
Really don’t make no sense
Really don’t make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
How did I get this lit?
How did shit get like this?
I just might switch my bitch

[Hook]
Ayy, next style I might switch back
Might just feel like that
Better go, get it right back
Let it go, get it right back
Blow it then get it right back
Blow it up get it right back

[Refrain]
You know what the fuck going on
You know how the fuck we gone come
Don’t stop till we get that money long

Justin Bieber – Long Way Home (Flowers And Plantes Album)

[Verse 1]
Callin’ up in a war
You gotta play with ’em oh
I caught a couple of ho’s
Now I done rockin’ ’em all
Time to just play with the ho
Now I’m done playin’ a ho
Said we’re done like woah
Thank dancing for you woah
Got a couple of penis like wooah
Like I’m playin’, she just wanna dough
I got couple Benzes and you
Tell man a friend, like they know
I got a couple nances and ah-oh
Like woah

[Hook]
Oh, I just want to know if you got it
Every time, I wanna try, I know it’s not the best time
I just want to know if you here
And every time I’m with you, girl I wanna kiss you
Have a feelin’ in it like there
And I just wanna roll round, never wanna go down, wanna go down
Every time we do it like slow now

[Verse 2]
I, I, just wanna get yourself a walkthrough
Tell em’ what I’m into, and I want you
I just want that feeling like a horseshoe
[?] like a horseshoe
No, no, no I want you
Ohh then I’m gonna feed you
Poo Bear in a corner, know you sleepin’
I just said [?] you leading
You lil wetting like you bleedin’
I just think nigga’s wanna schemin’
Every time you don’t wanna hold down
Beverly Hills, you wanna go down
Never wanna leave you
Oohh, never gonna leave you

[Hook]
Oh, I just want to know if you got it
Every time, I wanna try, I know it’s not the best time
I just want to know if you here
And every time I’m with you, girl I wanna kiss you
Have a feelin’ in it like there
And I just wanna roll round, never wanna go down, wanna go down
Every time we do it like slow now

[Outro]
[?]
Feeling for a low down
Feelin’ like oh now

Oh now, I don’t mind
I need you
Oh now, I don’t mind
I need you
Oh now, I don’t mind
I need you

[Not always: Verse 1 again]

Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On The Late Late Show) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type.(swalla)

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, oohhh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la versuri-lyrics.info
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
I’m that b*tch, and he know, he know
How y’all wife’in these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these b*tches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did Lebron’s nuts.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swallaaa-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la.

Young Money
Swallaaa-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulooo.
Jason Derulo lyrics
Video Jason Derulo

Nicki Minaj – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Verse 2]
TBA

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Bridge]
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

NICKI MINAJ – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Weezer – Beverly Hills

Where I come from isn’t all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn’t go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they, I ain’t nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

Look at all those movie stars
They’re all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between

I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
‘Cause I’m the next big thing in

Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

The truth is
I don’t stand a chance
It’s something that you’re born into
And I just don’t belong

No I don’t, I’m just a no-class beat-down fool
And I will always be that way (yes you will)
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play

Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills (yeah)
Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

G Herbo – Fight Or Flight (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!"
And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!
I’m just giving you the real
Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else
So I don’t care ’bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it’s cool
I’m still livin’ over East
We still chillin’, sippin’ lean
Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’
We still winnin’
We just fightin’ to survive
It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say…

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

[Verse 2]
Lil Herb, I’m the actual
Hottest young nigga comin’ out the murder capital
Spit lyrics that when real niggas hear it they just capture you
But don’t let it capture you
They like, "Fuck who went before you, who the hottest after you?"
That actual answer is unanswerable
Haters try to answer, but who the fuck was askin’ you?
And it’s true, I’m the truth
I just grind, no excuse
And broke niggas I won’t stoop to a level low as you
I gotta get it, I ain’t down with it
All the shit I did, I can’t slip
So I’m dying with it
Any nigga try and get it!
They try to be with it
See me? I gotta be with it!
Won’t ever leave my squad, but I can’t put my family in it
My family in it, can’t confuse family with business
NO LIMIT MB, we’ll fuck ya family nigga
It’s family dinner, break bread everyday
Pray my circle never break
And I can hear my momma say, "Look…"

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

DJ Khaled – I Got The Keys lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Khaled: We The Best music!
Jay Z: Oh, this what we doin’ here
DJ Khaled: Another one!
Jay Z: I’ma have to put my jewelry on for this one
Future: Wraith talk, Wraith talk
Oh, we talkin’ that Wraith talk
Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin’ that safe talk
DJ Khaled: Major key alert!
Jay Z: Oh, we good now
Future: Major bag alert
DJ Khaled: DJ Khaled!

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Niggas always asking me the key
‘Til you own your own you can’t be free
‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me
How we still slaves in 2016?
Key to life, keep a bag comin’
Every night another bag comin’
I ain’t been asleep since ’96
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
I been speedin’ through life with no safety belt
One on one with the corner, with no safety help
I perform like Josh Norman, I ain’t normal, nigga
Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga
That Wraith talk, that’s foreign, nigga
Special cloth talk here
All my niggas from the mud damn near
All my niggas millionares
We gon’ take it there, I swear
You gon’ think a nigga’s psychic
You ain’t seen nothin’ like this
I should probably copyright this
I promise they ain’t gonna like this

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys

[Post-Hook: Future]
Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I got a bag for lawyers, like, “Fuck your charges!”
Hop out the courtroom, like, “What charges?”
Big pimpin’ on your court steps
Case y’all ain’t notice, I ain’t lost yet
Y’all know it’s one of one
Soon as you hear that uh, uh, uh
Y’all know the difference right
From rap facts and fiction, right?
Real life I’m like HOV
Real life I’m life goals
In real life they’re like me?
In real life I’m like, “No.”
My swag different, that bag different
My wife Beyoncé, I brag different
My baby Blue (What else?) I dream in color (What else?)
That’s too much flavor (What else?) I don’t rap to suckas (Ha!)
God bless you all, I only talk special talk
I only talk special cloth
Said I only talk special, ah!

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys

[Post-Hook: Future]
Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

[Interlude: DJ Khaled & Future]
I got the keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys to all success!
I got the keys, keys, keys
We the best!
I got the keys, keys, keys
Roc Nation! Freebandz!
Secure the bag alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, alert, alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, we got ’em alert

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys