Angelo Mota – Talk Too Much (feat. Naja Young)

[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down roll, stop, woah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
I ain’t finna dare you to move
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
And you actin’ like you sared of the room
This your shit
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
What the fuck?
Baby did you come cuffed?
Wanna get with ya
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
How I like your get up
Maybe we should get up
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Better not chit chat

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
L-riding
All damn night
Night rider
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Can’t quell that shit
Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
In a crowded place, uh
Air so thick
Proabably woke the neighbors
Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I don’t even really like going out like that
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

[Instrumental]

[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Better not chit chat
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down role, stop, woah

Troy Ave – Proud Of Me

One mo (whoo)
Talk that talk nigga

[Hook]
Figured you’d be proud of me
Man I came from the mud and they label me a thug, and I’m still winnin’ (figured you’d be proud me)
Ain’t nobody wanna help, so I did it by myself, you could do the same (figured you be proud of me)
Everytime you see me ballin’ know I represent us all that’s a fact though (figured you be proud of me)

[Verse 1]
I love the way you sway that shit, when I say that shit, you get crazy when the DJ’s play my shit
I’m an independent rapper but I got them hits, until I make it mainstream then I got them bricks
But baby we ain’t here to talk about drugs and truncheons
Itchin’ from a dealer and a thug
I don’t want my fate being decided by no judge and I don’t want no fake niggas saying bout how real I was
I ain’t here for that at all, I’m only here to ball and provide for my kids, haters I ain’t stressin’ yall
Cowards tried to kill me with a bullet they didn’t know I was blessed
Now I’m rollin’ with armed securities and bulletproof vests
For the rest of my life I live in luxury
Gettin’ money, praisin’ God and staying sucka free
If you feel the same way then you fuck with me
Celebrating all my wins sippin’ bubbly

[Hook]
Figured you’d be proud of me
Man I came from the mud and they label me a thug, and I’m still winnin’ (figured you’d be proud me)
Ain’t nobody wanna’ help, so I did it by myself, you could do the same (figured you be proud of me)
Everytime you see me ballin’ know I represent us all that’s a fact though (figured you be proud of me)

[Verse 2]
Fresh outta jail, from a dorm in a dirty date room
Now there’s a pool in my backyard and my game room
They was playin’ laughin’ at it, dyin’ in their own shame
Fake niggas never want a real one in the game
Ain’t nobody wanna help so I did it by myself
Ain’t contribute but they want me to distribute my wealth
I love sayin’ "no," nine windows, eagles wouldn’t let you outta my shirt you for sure
The difference is I do it for them, that’s why I’m truer than them
They got diamonds but my stones shine bluer than them
I run a business while they run around the hood and chill
Waitin’ on another million while they wait to be killed
It’s the harsh reality, why you mad at me? I ain’t makin’ moves, I’m importin’ em, candidly, when I made the news and was smitten
They wish me good riddance, made it out, the rebel 9-1-1, he the victim of the media, circumstance and the right decisions
The atheist views went against my religion
I stand for somethin’ I don’t fall for nothin’
They tried to trick me off the streets, now I’m black stuntin’
Figured you’d be proud

[Hook]
Figured you’d be proud of me
Man I came from the mud and they label me a thug, and I’m still winnin’ (figured you’d be proud me)
Ain’t nobody wanna’ help, so I did it by myself, you could do the same (figured you be proud of me)
Everytime you see me ballin’ know I represent us all that’s a fact though (figured you be proud of me)

Wu-Tang Clan – Lesson Learn’d (feat. Redman & Inspectah Deck)

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I said one, two, three and to the fo’
I glide like there’s simply no traction on the flo’
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I’m a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here’s proof, ain’t it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin’ the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal’
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I’m back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I’m back at it

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I’m on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I’m a boy beastin’ in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it’s all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I’m tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let’s tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Outro: Redman]
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga. yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours – Mathematics

Keys N Krates – Music To My Ears (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Verse 1]
Listen what you told me
Listen what you told me
Look at how I’m on it
Look at how I’m on it
I am not a DJ, this is not a replay
Soon gon’ let me plug in, hit this little preset

[Chorus]
Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Music to my ear (Right)
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Post-Chorus]
Music to my ears (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby
Woah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Listen when I play this
This is not a playlist
We’ve been on the same shit
I ain’t tryin’ to change shit
Got girls that be tryin’ to get famous, but they remain nameless
Saw you got me on a wait list
Damn right, I’m awaitin’ this

[Chorus]
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Chorus]
Music to my ear (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear (Yeah)
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Post-Chorus]
Music to my ears (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby
Woah, yeah

[Outro]
Music (To my ears)
(To my ears) (To my ears) (To my ears)
(To my ears) (Touch, when we kiss, and it)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)

Sean Paul – Spin It Lyrics

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Tell you this
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Drop it low and touch the ground
Tell the DJ turn up the sound
Love the way how you whine that waist
Love the way how you whine that waist
Suck it girl and run the place
Take it girl and run the place

I know where we can go
Follow me girl
You know that its going down
Its going down girl
Girl your body language
Give me the sign
You always deh pon mi mind

You get a new man
Now di whole one did a waste time
Monday to sunday , she a call up mi phone
Cause mi gi’ her the wickedest whine
Give her the hundred
Bawl and a cry say she well wann’ the contract sign
What a body hot , what a body neat
Baby girl mi wann’ take you off the street
Mi a go make you tear your bed sheet
Turst me me girl i am a good fit

Gonna make you
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Drop it low and touch the ground
Tell the DJ turn up the sound
Love the way how you whine that waist
Love the way how you whine that waist
Suck it girl and run the place
Take it girl and run the place

I know where we can go
Follow me girl
You know that its going down
Its going down girl

Girl your body look good
Love how u doing it , you ever stay doin it
Girl you are run good
Nuff a dem hate you and dem a try
Trouble anywhere you go
Dem a try steady but dem dont have doing it
Light dem off like stero
When dem lookin inna benz gyal u doing it

What a body hot , what a body neat
Baby girl mi wann’ take you off the street
Mi a go make you tear your bed sheet
Turst me me girl i am a good fit

Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Drop it low and touch the ground
Tell the DJ turn up the sound
Love the way how you whine that waist
Love the way how you whine that waist
Suck it girl and run the place
Take it girl and run the place

I know where we can go
Follow me girl
You know that its going down
Its going down girl
Girl your body look good
Love how doing it

Spin it girl and turn it ’round
It’s going down girl
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
It’s going down girl

Nolan Santo – Hold Me Down

featuring Johnny Drama

Can you hold me down for a minute?
I should come around more,
now I get it
I know I’ve been down,
but I’m winning
Watch me as I count of the digits
(x2)

Hit em with the verse one
No plans for rehearse, I step in and get that
I don’t know what I want first
I plan for a surf ??
Now watch me mismatched
On a mission with these songs
I’ma cocking on this batch
I’ma make sure you replay,
watch my DJ let that shit scratch
Ey, I’ve been on the road right now
Stay by me for the gold right now
It’s the new hit, you should know by now
Tell the ones that you meet I’ma roll dice now
??
What you gon’ do with the soul sound now?
Learn the life and you used the lesson?
Excuse the essence, I turned the right with the music
Guesses
I’ve been on the road right now
Stay by me for the gold right now
It’s the new hit, you should know by now

Can you hold me down for a minute?
I should come around more,
now I get it
I know I’ve been down,
but I’m winning
Watch me as I count of the digits
(x2)

Tech N9ne – Don’t Nobody Want None

[Intro]
Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
(Tech N9ne)
Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
Tell me who is the one they call Chakratease?
(Tech N9ne)
It’s been a wreck and a debt
When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
Everybody better (Kneel down)
Any opposition (We’ll drown)
So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 2]
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
That pushing the poetry big as it can
Way up on the pedastal
Losing your lesson, just let it go
Killing so many, I might be federal
(Tech N9ne)
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming just like I’m Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Wait a minute

[Verse 3]
Now the beat will style defeat
Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
And taking the L
You facing to fail, shaking the whale
And you a snail awaking to hell
Baking your tail with the heat
The agony of defeat
Depravity and tragedy it had to be of a chief
Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
Tech is a murderer giving it up till they (Feel it)

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
[Scratches]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

[Outro]
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

Tech N9ne – Tech N9ne (Don’t Nobody Want None) Lyrics

[Intro]
Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
(Tech N9ne)
Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
Tell me who is the one they call Socrates?
(Tech N9ne)
It’s been a wreck and a debt
When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
Everybody better (Kneel down)
Any opposition (We’ll drown)
So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 2]
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
That pushing the poetry big as it can
Way up on the pedastal
Losing your lesson, just let it go
Killing so many, I [?] federal
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming like I’m Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Wait a minute

[Verse 3]
Now the beat will style defeat
Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
And taking the L
You facing to fail, shaking the whale
And you a snail awaking to hell
Baking your tail with the heat
The agony of defeat
[?] you had to be of a chief
Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
Tech is a murderer giving it up to they ( [?] )

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
[Scratches]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

[Outro]
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

T-Rell – Issues (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro: T-Rell]
T-Rell
You don’t know what I done been through
Yeah
You don’t know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want to see me here
They’d rather see me dead, not providing for my family
These niggas make diss songs all because I’m rich now
Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down
These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch
On Facebook talking shit ’cause every day we lit
So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt
Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work
My baby mama be tripping, ’cause she see how we living
She fucked up her position, let’s just keep it ’bout children
My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him
I’m hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you
I got issues, with these bitches, I can’t leave these hoes alone
I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes
Less time at the house, more fans more shows
I’m out the mud if you know me, I’m familiar with the struggle
Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle
I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas ‘dem rich
Bank account like phone numbers but ain’t got none for no bitch
Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid
Different cities and states but don’t go nowhere without sticks
Man I’m coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick
I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this
Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss
I’m like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I’m lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Uncensored)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe

The Cool Kids – 9:5PM (feat. Jeremih)

[The Cool Kids:]
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
You fresh off work and just got paid
I only inch a line at the right time
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
You need a drink? Said I need to get you a cup
You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
Where are my ladies? In me!
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
She’s just tryna guess my password
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
Fine. Damn. I need another ham
Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

I gotta get down with you
I gotta get down with you

Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

Valentino Khan & Sean Paul – Gold

Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Baby girl
The way you walk and a whine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet
One shot, that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin’ awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya whine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan
DJ sound the alarm
One shot, that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When ya bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When ya bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
(Ah)

Charli XCX – Girls Night Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh

[Verse 1]
Goin’ out on the weekend
Gettin’ dressed with my girls
Put on my favorite lip gloss
Cherry Garcia swirl
Perfume, pleasure, and platforms
Livin’ that kind of world (Ooh-ooh)
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out

[Verse 2]
When we’re out at the Weekend (Woo woo)
R.I.P to the club (Bang, bang)
‘Cause we walk in and kill it (Mwah!)
DJ, hey, turn it up (Oh, yeah!)
Sing along like we wrote it (La la la lala la)
Screamin’ out all the words (Ooh-ooh)
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out

[Breakdown]
It’s a girls’ night out

[Bridge]
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh)
It’s a girls’ night out
I’m with my best friends, and it feels so right

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Alright, alright, alright)
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
So throw your hands up if you feel alright
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out

R.E.M. – Radio Song (This Film Is On Video Version)

Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Ah, yo turn to that station
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
When I got to the house
And I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song on the radio
Makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet, that radio song (see ya)
Hey, hey, hey (ha-ha)
I’ve everything to hide (everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song and the DJ sucks
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off (turn it off)
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
Yeah

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe

Bruno Mars – Where Did She Go Lyrics

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl that girl

Every time I came around
She made her body go down
Her physical was so crazy
She could make a blind man see
Ooh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go?
Where did she go?
Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl, that girl

I must’ve seen her beauty at the bar
Under the strobe lights, looking like a star
(Looking like a star, girl)
But everyone started rushing me
Looking through the crowd, shawty left the scene, oh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Club closing up, I’m still looking for you
Walked up to the ladies room
No luck, so I’m headed to the DJ booth

Next thing I know
She tell my show, “This ain’t you
Looking at you, you wanna take me home
So tonight, I just might put you on”

I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl, that girl
I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl that girl

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Valentino Khan – Gold (feat. Sean Paul) (Lyric Video)

[INTRO]
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it

[VERSE 1]
Baby girl
The way you walk and a wine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started

Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started

[VERSE 2]
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya wine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan,
DJ sound the alarm

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started

[OUTRO]
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Ah!

Vince Staples – Rubbin Off The Paint (Freestyle)

[Intro]
So, if I was you, I would know it’s no way possible
[?] greatest DJ in the world
Come grab your beat
Cuz’ if he hand it to me
It’s not yours no more

[Verse]
They be like stupid, where you been at?
We ain’t seen you in weeks
Yeah, I been tryna’ catch a body off of John and em’ streets
They went and killed my lil’ homie so I’m back on the east
Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat
They call me stupid ’cause I shoot it, I don’t think I don’t blink
I been wit’ it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P
You ain’t down to keep it silent, you ain’t down to catch a body
Boy, I hopped up off the porch banging norf illuminati
When I hop up out the four-door, don’t you touch my body
This is undercover brother I am not in no Givenchy
Know you know it but I gotta say it baby, I’m from Poppy
If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don’t be sloppy
If I catch you with your four hoe, we killin’ everybody
Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie
And my crime be stomp and fade
Boosie in the trunk with face
But if they interroga-ting, I don’t know nobody
I ain’t with the business
This is just an image
I ain’t hurt nobody
I don’t know who did it
Buster sending [?] harboring the snitches
Enemies stalking me harder than the [?]
Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission
Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures
Now his momma talkin’ bout
"Somebody know who did it, my baby ain’t deserve it"
She crying at the service
In the streets in triple [?] and stealing jeans from mervyns
Trigger squeezers, split the scene
I iced them with the Gervin
Finger roll, we seen them toll
He said it ain’t on purpose
Now we up in medical they askin why he said it cold
Better know I never change
Runnin with these yanks
Poppy block
Down the 65th, down the 68th
Want a shot, you will never get
But we came to play
And free killer cash from the A

[Outro]
Lotta’ y’all can’t rap no more
I feel like I’m one of the greatest ever
You know since day one we probably never ever heard this…
I feel like [?] one of the greatest ever
… comin your way you know, look
Wake up wipe the

Especialista – Mc Bola letra

Letra Mc Bola – Especialista

Olha lá vem ela
Dominando a pista
Mano, essa menina
Vai causar caô
Mas não por culpa dela
É especialista
Abre alas que ela chegou.

Tá parando tudo
Desde que chegou
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Ela é um luxo
DJ que falou
Que quando ele toca
Ela se empolga
E dá show.

Tô doido pra ver ela dançar
Louco pra ver ela rebolar
Adoro quando tira a sandália
E cai na gandaia e já eraaa.
Mc Bola letras
Video Mc Bola

Zig zag – Mc Gui feat. Mc Rahell letras

Letras Mc Gui – Zig zag

Meninas vamos lá
Que já vai começar
Aquece e movimenta
Quero vê quem representa
Pode se soltar.(zig zag)

Faz esse corpo balançar
Gata fica a vontade
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E quando o DJ tocar
Mostra a habilidade.

Vem com o bumbum
Fazendo Zig Zaaag
Zig zig zig
Zig zig zaaag
Sobe no zig
Tu desce no zaggg.
Mc Gui letras
Video zag

Tay-K – Coolin

Aye dilip fuck em up man
Da-danny wolf

[Verse]
Bitch I get the work and I make it do a backflip
Fuckin’ with lil’ Tay-K, nigga do you want a casket
Tay-K ate the beat now the DJ wanna backspin
Niggas pull up on me, make ’em bounce like a mattress
Fuck her, pull up on me, it’s gon’ get real tragic
Need to get up, like a fuckin’ Y axis
While a nigga down, like a nail on some facts
Sippin’ on drop, I cannot sip molasses
Punch a nigga now he Velma, where my glasses
Used to hate school, I was late to the classes
Hit from the blunt, she say Tay-k take it pass it
Make a nigga have a meltdown, if he plastic
Nigga you on some stupid shit
Pull up on yo block with broken clips
Killa made me have to do this shit
That life of yours you will lose that shit
She says I’m a lunatic
Chopper with the cooling kit
Have the chopper, I’m a fool with it
Have the glocka, nigga, and you get hit

Coolin – Tay-K lyrics

Lyrics Tay-K – Coolin

B***h I get the work and I make it do a backflip
Fuckin’ with lil’ Tay-K, nigga do you want a casket
Tay-K ate the beat now the DJ wanna backspin
Niggas pull up on me, make ’em bounce like a mattress
F**k her, pull up on me, it’s gon’ get real tragic
Need to get up, like a fuckin’ Y axis
While a nigga down, like a nail on some facts
Sippin’ on drop, I cannot sip molasses
Punch a nigga now he Velma, where my glasses
Used to hate school, I was late to the classes
Hit from the blunt, she say Tay-k take it pass it
Make a nigga have a meltdown, if he plastic
Nigga you on some stupid s**t
Pull up on yo block with broken clips
Killa made me have to do this s**t
That life of yours you will lose that s**t
She says I’m a lunatic versuri-lyrics.info
Chopper with the cooling kit
Have the chopper, I’m a fool with it
Have the glocka, nigga, and you get hittt.(coolin)
Tay-K lyrics
Video Tay-K lyrics

The Beatles – Roll Over Beethoven Lyrics

[Verse 1: George Harrison]
Well, gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It’s a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today

[Verse 2: George Harrison]
You know my temperature’s rising
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart’s beating rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

[Verse 3: George Harrison]
I got a rocking pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (Woo)
I think I caught the arthritis
Sitting down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
Rocking in two by two

[Verse 4: George Harrison]
Well if you feel it and like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just a trifle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
Rocking in two by two (Woo)

[Verse 5: George Harrison]
Well early in the morning
I’m a-giving you the warning
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle
I’ll play my fiddle
Ain’t got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

[Verse 6: George Harrison]
You know she wiggles like a glow worm
Dance like a spinning top
She’s got a crazy partner
Oughta see ’em reel and rock
Long as she got a dime
The music will never stop

[Outro: George Harrison]
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Dig to these rhythm and blues

Como antes – Yandel feat. Wisin letra

Letra Yandes – Como antes

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo
Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo
Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo
To’ el mundo pegoa’, la disco bailoteo.(como antes)

Mírala bien, bien pega’
Ahora es que es, a la pared
Ponle el dembow, pam pam pam.

Ahora es.. (x2)

A la disco te invito, contigo me derrito
¿Baby quién tú eres? (Tu biszcochito)
Dale báilame suavecito y dame un pedacito
Tú eres la jefa de la casa, yo soy tu perrito.

Y lo sacude, me dice que la desnude
Que le bese el cuello y que no disimule
Yo lo hago pa’ que sude
Ella quiere que la ayude
Me dice vamos pa’ abajo pero el tiguere la sube.

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo
Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo
Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo
To’ el mundo pegoa’, la disco bailoteo.

Mírala bien, bien pega’
Ahora es que es, a la pared
Ponle el dembow, pam pam pam
Ahora es…

Si tu cuerpo me sigue, entramos en el juego
Y si recuerdas, no lo dejes pa’ luego..

Echa to’ eso para acá
O voy pa’ allá, o voy pa’ allá de nuevo
En una esquina acequiarte, toda besarte
Baby conmigo te llevo.

Te veo frotando hace rato
Tú me quieres dar un roce (Papito, tú me conoces)
DJ sube el volúmen pa’ que la disco destroce (Papito, tú me conoces).

Mi gata baila como si estuviera en celos
Me para los pelos, en trago con mucho hielo
Y es que tiene gana, se escapa por la ventana
Parisea conmigo hasta por la mañana.

Todos saben que llegaron los poderes
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Se activan las mujeres
Se me pega bailando y dice qué quiere
Hicimos este perro para que dueles
Voy por la tequila para que te rebeles.

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo
Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo
Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo
To’ el mundo pegoa’, la disco bailoteo.

Mírala bien, bien pega’
Ahora es que es, a la pared
Ponle el dembow, pam pam pam
Ahora esss.. (x2)
Yandel letras
Video antes

Weezer – Mexican Fender

[Verse 1]
Met her at guitar shop on Santa Monica and 7th Street
The salesman tried to get my attention to sell me a Mexican Fender
She came to get her 10,000 steps and hang out with her boyfriend
But I was only trying to get to know her so I took her out to the ocean
It was hot, hot, 100 degrees
But she only went in up to her knees
She didn’t want to take off her jeans ’cause that would be insane

[Chorus]
My summer love, oo-we-oo
My summer love, oo-we-oo
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

[Verse 2]
She got a bachelor’s degree in physics and a job in computer programming
That’s pretty cool for a singer in a band so I knew we would end up jamming
Later that night we went to a gig and she asked for some advice
"What do you do with your hands when you’re singing, do you just hold onto the mic?"
It was hot, hot, 100 degrees
And the trash overflowed out on the street
The heartbreak DJ stepped to me but I just couldn’t get enough

[Chorus]
Of my summer love, oo-we-oo
My summer love, oo-we-oo
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

[Bridge]
Gonna fly so high
To a place that we have never seen
Ever since you came ’round
In a greasy tee and faded jeans, woah
I got a cozy pad around the corner
Slide a little closer

[Chorus]
My summer love, oo-we-oo
My summer love, oo-we-oo
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Olha Sou Uma Santa – M Low letra

Letra M Low – Olha Sou uma santa

Olha sou uma santa
Juro não perdi a linha
Já falei pro meu amor
Que eu vou, que ia
Pra casa de uma amiga.

Extravasei no look
Na cor do meu batom
Meu GPS deu errado
Eu fui parar na ousadia.

DJ aumenta o som
Bota pra quebrar
Só saio daqui
Quando a festa acabar.

DJ aumenta o som
Bota pra quebrar
Hoje eu tô afim
Afim de requebrar.

Lá eu desço
Lá eu subo
Com muita ousadia
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Vem comigo a noite toda
Até virar o dia.

Então desce
Então desce, bebe
Depois sobe
Fazendo a bunda tremer.

Treme a bunda vai
Treme, treme, tremeee.
M Low letras
Video santa

Malibu – Desiigner lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Malibu

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your b***h in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em
In the Bentley, I got mad room
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad b***h with Chanel on
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ s*x in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom.

We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
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Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that.

I just f*ckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons.

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah.

Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked
.., huh
.., huh
(Hey!)

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge youuu.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

Famous Dex – Dan The Man

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy