New ICARUS tracking system helps scientists unlock mysteries of migration

New ICARUS tracking system helps scientists unlock mysteries of migration

Information collected from orbiting satellites can tell us a lot about the weather, our changing climate and abundant life on Earth. Thanks to advances in technology, soon we may be able to watch, in real-time, the movements and migration of tiny winged species, including insects.

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Russian cosmonaut Sergey Prokopyev lays cable for the installation of the ICARUS animal-tracking experiment, Aug. 15, 2018. The system is being tested in the summer of 2020.

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The field of wildlife tracking is getting a major upgrade thanks to a new initiative called ICARUS. It uses special equipment on the International Space Station to allow researchers to track much smaller species than ever before, including tiny migrating birds and even insects.

Autumn-Lynn Harrison, program manager for the Migratory Connectivity Project at Smithsonian Institution, says the ICARUS tags will include a number of different sensors that collect GPS, accelerometer and temperature data.

“You’ll be able to see how an animal is moving in three dimensions through the accelerometry sensors,” Harrison says.

ICARUS is about the size of human thumb and has a small solar panel on the top and a long antenna to communicate with satellites.

A long-tailed jaeger after release.

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Neil Paprocki/The World 

The ICARUS tracking device weighs about the same as an American nickel and is about the size of the tip of a human thumb, Harrison says. It has a small solar panel on the top and a long antenna to communicate with satellites. The tag attaches to birds with a small Teflon ribbon, which is formed into something like a human climbing harness. The tag goes over the legs of the bird and sits on the bird’s lower back, so it doesn’t hinder flight.

The ICARUS tags will allow scientists to locate an individual bird with an accuracy of between approximately 33 to 98 feet. The tags Harrison and other scientists use are accurate between 328 feet and 8,202 feet. They are also intended to be a lot less expensive. Harrison’s current tags cost about $3,800 apiece; the ICARUS tags are estimated to cost only $500.

“For the smallest birds, the mysteries to uncover are really infinite — and ICARUS is going to help us do that.”

The ICARUS tags are already quite small and will only get smaller, Harrison says.

“When they are about the size of one gram, the size of maybe a pill of aspirin, this will enable us to track small songbirds [and] large insects,” she says. “We’ve never been able to track these types of small animals with GPS accuracy, in real-time. For these smallest birds, the mysteries to uncover are really infinite and ICARUS is going to help us do that.”

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One of the few limitations of ICARUS is that, for now, it will be unable to transmit data in real time from the poles.

“[The Arctic] is one of the most rapidly changing places on the planet. We would like to be able to understand real-time responses to major heat waves, like what is happening right now in Siberia,” Harrison says. “I’m actually tracking a seabird that was just in the hottest region of Siberia and this week left for Canada.”

That real-time information is available with current technology but, north of about 60 degrees latitude, the new technology can’t provide data in real time. The ICARUS data will upload after the tag and the animal have both left the Arctic.

“The hope is that more ICARUS modules will be deployed on other satellites in the future to help cover the polar orbits and allow us to get some of the same benefits from ICARUS for Arctic and Antarctic species,” Harrison says.

“When [populations] start declining, we need to know where they go and when they go there so that we can leverage all of the resources of every country that might be able to benefit that species.”

Some of the animals Harrison and other scientists study travel through as many as 30 different countries in the course of a year. She says she and her colleagues have “long wanted to protect animals throughout their ranges.”

“When they start declining, we need to know where they go and when they go there so that we can leverage all of the resources of every country that might be able to benefit that species,” she says.

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Climate change is also causing animals to choose new places to migrate to and from, so scientists want to know which habitats are most important to protect for different species.

“Ranges are shifting,” she says. “We’re already seeing examples of animals moving into places that we didn’t previously have records. … [S]ome of the data I’m collecting are the very first migratory pathways of these species — the very first time we have known where and when these species are. So our baseline information is actually being collected only now, which means that we may not even know how things have changed over the past 10 years, which was an area of rapid change in the Arctic.”

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Scientists are working on a smartphone app to go along with the ICARUS technology so people can track their own favorite animals at home. A similar app, called Movebank, is already available for the current technology.

“I like to think of migratory birds as pen pals that we exchange across international borders.”

“I like to think of migratory birds as pen pals that we exchange across international borders,” Harrison says. “We send them to you one season and then you send them back to us. They are a shared heritage of many different communities and countries, and I think being able to visualize that in real-time will just drive that inspiration and passion even more to conserve migratory animals.”

This article is based on an interview by Bobby Bascomb that aired on Living on Earth from PRX.

Normani – Checklist lyrics

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Like you come wait for it
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
Let ’em shine, let ’em shine
And kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
Don’t lie, don’t lie
You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
Slow one, slow one
But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

[Post-Chorus: Wizkid]
I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on
Yeah, I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Come show me where when I’m nearby
Might show you where they check bow[?]
Might show you when I’m nearby
Gimme all to you if you check out
When you moving and around me
Make me feel like you won’t drown me
Make me feel like you are wit’ me
Only you know how to get me, but

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
Come and shine and come and shine
And I’ll kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
Don’t lie, don’t lie
You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
Slow one, slow one
But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

[Post-Chorus: Wizkid]
I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on
Yeah, I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Might throw your body like the necklace
No [?] I really gonna touch this
Girl so good when you want this
This straight one put you on the checklist
May loving the love, but it’s wreckless
Girl I’m a sinner, come bless me
Baby, ain’t no stressin’
Say bye so you kill with that vibe
Uh

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
Come and shine and come and shine
And I’ll kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
Don’t lie, don’t lie
You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
Slow one, slow one
But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

[Outro: Wizkid]
[?]
So you’ll gonna kiss til’ my life end
Baby girl show me your vibe
Baby girl show me your light
[?]
So you’ll gonna kiss til’ my life end
Baby girl show me your vibe
They control, on control

Kevin Gates – I Got U Lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I probably rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Dirty dollar getter
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen, bagin up sand
I’m not carin’
One of my mans
He owed me 100 bands
Say no names
[?]
Push one button your feet the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I’m hands on I’m everywhere
[?]
Cold sport but Life ain’t fair
Go back platinum one more time
After that its
Say she love me okay yeah
Let me rip and go somewhere
Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
They might say I’m [?]
In the slums you never there
Paid protection, you meant protection
Big old weapon bottle [?]
From the projects we in Paris
[?]
Sipping fanta out a can

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Screeching macking bouncing
Big old booty bouncing
I’m pouring up two ounces
This shit flow like a fountain
This shit tall like a mountain
We in here money counting
Sometimes its so astounding
Blowing this loud we lounging
Fix your face stop pouting
Bae I’mma take you shopping
I told you stop [?]
GPS re-routing
When [?]
You better not get to shouting
I’ll show you I’m really about it
Don’t make no scene in public
[?]
Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
[?] making that face I’m pounding
Making that face you [?]

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

KYLE – Zoom lyrics

[Intro]
And I zoom
Yep, yep yep
Yep, yep yep
Yep, yep yep

[Chorus]
And I zoom, right on past my problems
Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it

[Verse 1]
Got a hundred miles before I crack another smile
I ain’t in denial, I know this is just a trial though
Everything is fine, I know it’s ‘gon take some time though
Yeah yeah
Nigga I’ll be good
Like I said I would (woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
I get by, yeah
With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
You and I (ohh)
Bumpin’ Cranes in the Sky
Oh, my my

[Chrous 2]
Pour up the drank and give me some more
Ain’t in a rush, I’m livin’ it slow
One day we all, we all, we all go
One day we all, we all, we all go
Pour up the drank and give me some more
Ain’t in a rush, I’m livin’ it slow
One day we all, we all, we all go
One day we all, we all, we all go

[Verse 2]
Blowin’ up my phone go bleep bleep
I’m up all night, no sleep sleep
But lose my stride, no way way
I’ll be hitting behind the back shots like [?] (swish)
Money shot, I mean money money guy
See a lot of places, but happiness did not
I don’t get fooled by the fakes
I won’t get killed by these cops
I know I’ll be myself
I know that’s something that I’ve got
I know I get a lot of hate from niggas I am not
I am so far from a flop
And yet so close to the top

[Chorus]
And I zoom, right on past my problems
Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it
And I zoom, right on past my problems
Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it (woo)

[Outro]
I get by, yeah
With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
You and I (ohh)
Bumpin’ cranes in the sky
Oh, my my
I get by, yeah
With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
You and I (ohh)
Bumpin’ Cranes in the Sky
Oh, my my

Migos – Top Down On Da NAWF lyrics

[Sample]
Please help me

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost, no no
I play the field and the coach (I play the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
For some reason I can’t cry, cry
For some reason I am not tired
For the gang, I gotta bring it home
For my grandma watchin’ in the sky (grandma)
You probably can’t tell me nothin’
You probably gonna see me stuntin’
You probably wanna see me run
You probably wanna see me run on ’em
But I let my top down of on da NAWF (yeah, yeah)
Believe in what I did and what I saw (yeah, yeah)
Stand on my word by law(yeah, yeah)
Mama prayin’ on the devil, shake ’em off (yeah, yeah)
Boulders on my shoulder, weights on me
I will never fold up when it’s on me
Stash a whole mil’ in the backseat
Just to move them thangs down the backstreet

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach
(I done played the whole field, for real)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 2: Offset]
I done survived the gun smoke (survive)
Some of my niggas ain’t survive, God bless your soul (yeah, yeah)
The codeine eased in my mind ’cause my eyes on the road (my mind, my mind)
The Patek is rose, we hide in the flats and bandos
I’ma pull up on that nigga with the five then
If I could go back, I would whip up a pie again
I got the hood all on my back and they ready to die for him
Dope, trappin’ up out of the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (devoted)
Watchin’ me like I am a film, they want the chips, the drip
The sauce, my hoe, I look at the niggas like shrimp
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t come from the NAWF (NAWF)
85 nawf the route (yeah) and I’m not leavin’ ’em out (nah)
Yeah, shippin’ ’em out (ship), don’t let the money run out (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach (I played the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
No question we come from the NAWF, they know we the boss (NAWF)
Only site, no map involved, I cannot get lost (no)
And we know you flaw, everything you say is false (false)
I’ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off
No navigation needed or GPS at all (no)
My neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji and it costs (ice)
Mirror, mirror, who the richest niggas of ’em all? (Mirror)
The mirror spoke to me and said, “No cap, I think it’s y’all”
Takeoff

[Outro: Quavo]
In the night time, we can ride then
I’ma slide on that bitch outside then (slide, slide)
I’ma make sure my wrist all iced in (ice)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside (outside)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside then (outside, yeah)
Have you ever swam with sharks in the deep blue, huh?
Ever been in the dark when there is no sun, huh?
Ever been on the NAWF with hundred round drum?
With a hundred round drum (NAWF, yeah)
Drum (NAWF, yeah) drum
Pull up on me, show me outside then (yeah)
Pull up on me, show me let it fly then
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ohhh (NAWF)

DJ Mustard – Low Low (feat. Nipsey Hussle, TeeCee & RJ) lyrics

[Verse 1 – Nipsey Hu$$le:]
If it ain’t a Chevy, don’t raise it up
And, if it ain’t the kush, don’t blaze it up
I’m sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo’ with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain’t working
Doing 50 on the red bout to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain’t even crashing, ain’t nobody died
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain’t nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause

[Hook – Tee Cee:]
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low

[Verse 2 – RJ:]
Let’s get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I’m on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $12.50, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang [?], school ’em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
‘6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape

Stargate – 1Night lyrics

[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m afraid of forever
And I’m afraid like never
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
21, 21
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
Give you the Bentley, let you ride for one night (for one night)
And I’ma put you on a flight the same night (the same night)
I got a problem and this sh*t ain’t really right (really right)
I be switchin’ different women every night (every night)
I don’t save numbers, it’s a waste of time (waste of time)
You say that you a wifey but you never could be mine (never mine)
One night, one night (one night)
It might be the best night of your life (your life)
They say I need to settle down, I tried (I tried)
Savage gettin’ married, phew, yeah, right (21, 21)

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
You’s a drinker, you’s a smoker
Been a loner, you ain’t in the mix
You a brick house, you a 36
Shawty on the low been gettin’ money in and out
Shawty from the zoo, an animal like In-N-Out
I ain’t ’bout commitment, show you what this pimpin’ ’bout
If they ain’t told you, I’ma tell you

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m afraid of forever
And I’m afraid like never
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night, yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

[Verse 3: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Got a bitch in every room like a smoke detector
One white, one white just like salt and pepper
Shh, don’t be selfish, don’t be selfish, baby
Only one seat in that black Mercedes
Ah, ah, in there standin’ on the couch
Pass ’em out like a f*ckin’ voucher
Vroom, love the way you motormouth
Skrrt, GPS straight up to the house
You f*ck with Sean in the D, all in his DMs on Instagram
You f*ck with Wiz in the P, comments on all of his Instagrams
You f*ck with Drake in the 6, just admit you’re a believer
It’s never cheaper to keep her

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m afraid of forever
And I’m afraid like never
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night, yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night, hey, ayy, ayy
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

[Outro: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Girl, go ‘head and give it up
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Maluma – GPS lyrics

[Intro: Maluma]
Rudeboyz
Esto es una historia real, mi amor
Tú sabes que te estoy hablando a ti
Me ahogo en tus mares, mamacita

[Verso 1: Maluma]
Hoy pienso que ella me ama
Porque amanezco en su cama
Van varias noche de eso
Creo que la matan mis besos
Siento que puedo nadar
Flotando entre sus piernas pongo dulce el mar
Siento que en sus aguas puedo navegar
Ya llegue a la orilla y no me voy a ahogar

[Coro: Maluma]
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

[Verso 2: Maluma]
Seis de la mañana, sé que tienes ganas
Pero me lo mama
Me lo mantiene contento
En su mente siempre hay malos pensamientos
Con un beso siempre me roba el aliento
Entre vinos y esposas, ella es peligrosa
En San Valentín pide latigo en vez de rosas
Ella es otra cosa, sabe que es virtuosa
No soy fotógrafo pero en mi cámara posa

[Pre Coro: Maluma]
Mándame una foto que motive
Que me vuelva loco y que me active
Déjame dártelo, yo quiero dártelo
Parte por parte, voy a secuestrarte, no me digas que no

[Coro: Maluma]
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

[Verso 3: French Montana]
Shawty, I’ma take you where there is no navigation
Pull up to the crib, there’s a sticky situation
Know me, let you cuff her, got her on probation
Hit me when you miss me, I’ma come for visitation
Got up in her head now, silk sheets getting head now
And only when I’m just takin’ off is when we layin’ down
Colombia like tato, hit up Capo like I’m Chapo
Drinking Blue Dot out the bottle, out the case like Desperado
Need no GPS, mami, vamo’ hacer el sex
Conmigo, shawty, no stress, do you right hasta las diez

[Pre Coro: Maluma]
Mándame una foto que motive
Que me vuelva loco y que me active
Déjame dártelo, yo quiero dártelo
Parte por parte, voy a secuestrarte, no me digas que no

[Coro: Maluma]
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

[Outro: Maluma, French Montana]
Alright, alright baby
You know what it is
When you hear that
You know who it is
Maluma
Dirty boy, baby
Montana!
Maluma!

AOA – Ai No Chouday (Sub Espñaol)

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
どこにいる? 今 誰といる?
どうして 電話に出れないの?
仕事だって 嘘じゃないって
見てよ心の GPS
四六時中 ほら まさに夢中
どうして そんなに冷たいの?
同じだって 愛してるって
僕を信じて Baby girl

辛い 辛い 辛い 辛い
もう 一人にしないで

[チョ/ソ] 恋のせいで危険な状態
[チョ/ソ] 愛のせいで 事態は重大
クルクルまわる 迷路の中
出口が見えない
恋のせいで 不安でいっぱい
愛のせいで 眠れないの
震える心 抱きしめて
優しくしてよ

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

愛してる なんて 一度で いいんじゃない?
気持ち 毎回言わなきゃ分かんない?
だから Love me? Love me? Love me? Love me?
いつでもどこでも関係ない
答えてよ Boy

そばにいないなら 胸が痛い
どうしてこんなに苦しいの?
同じだって 言わなくたって
僕もそうだよ Baby girl

嫌い 嫌い 嫌い 嫌い
もう どこへも行かせない

[チョ/ヘ] 恋のせいで危険な妄想
[チョ/ヘ] 愛のせいで めまいが限界
逆さに堕ちる 迷宮の底
あなたが見えない
恋のせいで 呼吸が困難
愛のせいで かなりやばい
他には誰も 触れさせない
あなたの心

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

本気の 愛なの しょうがない
想いの ヒートは 止まらない
まだまだ君は 知らない
これこそ二人の愛だと
[ユ/タ] 甘くて優しい 恋から
[ユ/タ] 苦くて厳しい 愛へと
[チョ/タ] 想いが深く なるほど
溺れてしまうもの

[チョ/ヘ] 恋のせいで危険な状態
[チョ/ヘ] 愛のせいで 事態は重大
クルクルまわる 迷路の中
出口が見えない
恋のせいで 不安でいっぱい
愛のせいで 眠れないの
震える心 抱きしめて
優しくしてよ

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (Uncensored)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

Towkio – Hot Shit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, world in your palms
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Hot on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Ooh, you ice cold, I brush off the [?]
Tell me what it takes to get in them drawers
Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make ya moist
Come ride that pony ’til your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees make me praise the lord, yeah
Link with your girls and y’all hardly sober
Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
Most of them can’t decide on which filter
Ooh, ya need guidance
Let me help show ya
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think Cupid hit his bow arrow
Oh, my head is crazy
But damn, my baby
[?] and fuck around, claim ya

[Chorus]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Now your secrets safe with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah, time window [?]
Just wait on the kick
And try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm, and you work for me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attracted by law, don’t care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah they breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-rays
Or ski slopes and I ain’t talkin’ X-games
GPS the [?] are not connected
Get weaker, signal get longer
Knew why to [?] your reach until it keep calling
[?]
Make your mama sweat, you just watching so
Make it maximum, give them what they want
Have them coming back, man they fiending, uh

[Chorus]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Now your secrets safe with me

[Outro]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
Through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sleep, go and
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hot shit

Vince Staples – Big Fish (Big Fish Theory Album)

You can get anything you want
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there? You want that over there?
I got you

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Take it easy, homie
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Of the twenty two bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
For the click, clack, clap or the boop, bop, bam, ’cause

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
At the park politicin’ with the kids
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water mix the holy water with the Voss
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

Ray J & Chris Brown – Famous (Burn My Name Album)

[Verse 1: Ray J + Chris Brown]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on a check
Niggas smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ the Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, "Baby I miss you"
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through, I got too much heart for this pencil
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ cry
‘Cause I’ll fuck around and make another one…

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time, look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitches won’t fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She Beliziean, ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless, put you in danger then I made you

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

[Verse 3: Ray J]
Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
Told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And to all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one that planned it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

Rich Homie Quan – Heart Cold

[Verse 1]
They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
Fuckin’ hoes gettin’ old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no bitch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out

[Hook]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ shit head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

[Verse 2]
The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on yo’ headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planned
He sick of losin’ I heard he spent all of his advance
Feel like a movie I walked in feelin’ just like the man
On every move I hit up make sure I had my mans
Right hand true if I swear I will never take the stand
I swear I’d shoot you look at the blisters on my hand
Shine bright headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right
This cross make me feel alive

[Hook]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ shit head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

[Outro]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out
Talk hard pipe down
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I see dead people, I see dead people

Heart cold – Rich Homie Quan lyrics

Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Heart cold

They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
f*ck a hoe get old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollars in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no b*tch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out.(heart cold)

Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ sh*t head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga versuri-lyrics.info
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole.

The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on the headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planneddd.
Rich Homie Quan lyrics
Video cold

Quentin Miller – Addy (feat. Jace)

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
Woah, woah, woah
[?] what you niggas see me, I don’t know
I stay in the crib and let the money pile up
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
Whole squad on the same page
GPS locked, headed your way

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 2: Quentin Miller]
All she wants is for me to have fun
All he wants is for me to pull up, yeah
She already know I bought drugs
She hotter than a bubble bath, fuck
That’s how I know that she got me
I’m gon’ look out for my partners
Make sure you send me that address
I guarantee we gon’ pop up

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 3: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
Woah, woah, woah
And even if I don’t, fuck steppin’ out though
I can always hit the crib, let the money pile up
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
Whole squad on the same page
GPS locked, headed your way

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 4: Jace]
Headed your way
Headed your way
You know I’m drivin’ fast
I ain’t takin’ the slow way
Send the addy, bring some baddies, yeah
We got molly, we got lean, we got Xannies
If anybody askin’ for, we don’t have it
Let me put it in my phone, let me map it
Wood grain spinnin’, ball, play centre
[?] for supper, home and feast, dinner
Pop up like a tulip but these seats can’t be overlooked
We over by the [?] so send a text, we comin’ through
Send a text, we comin’ through, just tell me where we comin’ to
I fuck with her, she comin’ too, all these bands I’m runnin’ through
I’ma be a groupie, look at all these fans I’m runnin’ through
I ain’t never Han Solo, baby, know I got my crew, yeah
So what you tryna do? Yeah
What you wanna do? Yeah

[Outro: Quentin Miller]
What you tryna do?
We can leave here now if you want to
Send me the address, I’ll come over
Then we can do what we want to
We can do whatever you want to
And you know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
Click fast night, you want to

RAY J – Famous lyrics

I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, “Baby I miss you”
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ practice
I fuck around and make another one…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitchin’ to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She believes I’m ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless
Put you in danger when I made you…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
I told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Jay Park – DRIVE (Feat. GRAY)

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

Oh yeah girl 내 몸이 힘들어
Oh yeah girl 내 맘도 힘들어
이걸 치료할 수 있는 건

너 하나뿐 girl only you 데리러 갈게 girl 저녁때쯤
언제나 내가 누굴 필요로 했을 때
You was always there fa sho
내가 Jay-z면 너는 나의 Beyonce
Together we can run the world

어떤 차로 픽업 갈까
Take the Foreign 내 옆에는 네 자리
전세기에 태울 수 있을 때까지
It’s all for me and you I’m a keep on hustling

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

우리 열심히 일했잖아
오늘 어디든지 떠나자
Me and you
Girl, I’ll show you the world

세계적인 커플 Victoria와 Beckham
나 알잖아 기대해도 돼
백이면 백 노력할게 girl
No matter what I’ll always be there you superman
꼭 지켜줄게 baby

길 잃을 일 없어 I’m yo GPS girl
어디든 다 갈게 cause you are so special
다음 단계로 가자 on to the next level
걱정은 다 제껴 우리만의 영원한 여행

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

Let’s go for a drive
Let’s go for a drive baby
In this foreign car baby
All night long
Let’s go for a drive
Let’s go for a drive baby
You’re the only one that I want, my girl
I’m not a CEO
But I got a lot of money
So Let’s make a video
해변 도로를 누비고 싶어
Baby, are you gonna stay the night

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

Jacquees – Eastside letras

[Intro]
Exotic, (Rich Gang)
What you know about the barber shop boys, know (?) type shit. You know what I’m saying? (?)

[Verse 1]
It’s 7 o’clock on the dot, I’m riding shotty
Foot on the gas, I’m tryna get you baby, tell me girl are you ready?
It’s a long way down, (?) from watching for the cops
GPS keep fucking up, I’m tryna find your street
I know damn well I’m right around the corner
I’m bringing some good girl I know that you a stoner

[Chorus]
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side

[Verse 2]
On the east side (?) peace signs
Swerving lane to lane in ‘Quees ride
Say my name again, make you scream twice
And that nine stay on me, make your man think twice
I take you on that other side and put you on some shit
I let you watch me gamble, show you how I make a flip
You know damn well your man don’t want it
All the shots to make you jump up on it

[Chorus]
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side

[Outro]
You know (?) type shit you always get. (?)