Kelly Rowland – Kelly lyrics

My skin is my cape, huh
My black is my bitch, huh
Natural face, huh
That’s how I wake up
No love for the fake ones
You get what you give, huh
Bills, bills, bills, been spent
Kelendria rich, huh?

Sa-saucy on ice, but this shit is sweet
Go another side, that you never seen
Ice on my (?), you watching me
I talk to God, my minutes are free (free)

Two double g’s, two double g
Cross the wall through [?]
Lil shit back then, I let that slide, ain’t get by me
All they trying to get is a act from me
And it’s all for the reach
Back-back up off of me, back up off of me
Rose petals at my feet

Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga

Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Cop that bag if it’s designer
I’m so rich that I ain’t buy it
Don’t get tired, I’m too wired
Light it up and get inspired
All my business, keep it private
You know bosses move in silence
And I ride it like it’s stolen
‘Cuz my name is Kelly Rowland, ah

Everyday I meet the quota
Bitch I really thought it was over
I’ll always be around, thought I told you
Back up off of me, back up off of me
Forget [?]

Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga

Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Andy Mineo – Coquito Lyrics

[Verse 1: Foggieraw & Andy Mineo]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (Tito)
Pull up to that rim, I can’t miss like D-Rose (D-Rose)
Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye, yah)
Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm)
Southside coolant, I been incognito
Yeah, always spend a brick, baby I’m no cheapo
Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo! (aye)
Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm)
She said, “Como estas?” I said, “Me no speako”
Fake it ’till you make it, I call that placebo (got ’em)
Father, Son and Spirit, that’s the three amigo (aye)
Woke up in the morning, I just did my devo (my devo)
That’s the way I doo-doo on my ego (on my ego)
I think I just might of disappointed Creamo (dang)
That’s okay, we just did this for the people (uhh)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah)
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah

[Verse 2: Foggieraw & MannyWellz]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (Tito)
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah, nah
Gotta dark-skinned friend, she look like Kelly Rowland
Gotta dark-skinned shorty, I can’t trade her for noone
[?], I’ll get you a couple
I need that black skin, babe like coquito

[Verse 3: Andy Mineo & MannyWellz]
I know a caramel queen, she look like Bruno Mars
All them jokers want her heart, but she don’t play them cards, no
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I gotta lightskinned shorty, she look like Pocahontas
And she always set it off, that’s why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
Woah woah, (scatting)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like poor me
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah

PRhyme – Rock It

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
I said Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
PRhyme, word up
You know I come around and rock it
They saying Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
You know I come around and rock it
Word up

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller
My ratchet blows, it’s trappin’ souls like Bryson Tiller
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings
And that’s the very thing that gets me out the bed in the mornin’
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
I got no fear of dishonor, I bled and lived through trauma
First the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires
And now y’all disrespectin’ the King
I come there with the street sweepers for niggas
Claimin’ they doin’ dirt and get to just disinfectin’ the scene
I’m what you call the epitomizer of gettin’ dark, I will spit a geyser
That’ll get these guys on the charts to fit a liger of bars
I’m feelin’ like the diamond on the permanent throne
Weed like the Qu’ran, burn it, you can get stoned
It’s smellin’ like a megaphone in the coupe
Go in the two with extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool
The headphones, the microphone and the new poems approve
I’m the best to ever progress on the measured, metronome in the loop
All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse
Zonin’ to Gu’, this is my moment of truth

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it

[Interlude: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Now, first the Dipset split up, then Azealia Banks leave twitter
And now you niggas hatin’ on Nickel
I just been the same standup nigga since the day I came in this game
And I just come in here to stay til’ I’m crippled
I’ma combination of Kane, G-Rap, Reggie Noble, and James
Who still has Ashanti and Kelly Rowland in dreams
They tried to blackball me, but couldn’t, I was too fuckin’ good
They tried to run me out of my city, I was too fuckin’ hood
So, all I’m tryin’ to say (say) to artists tryin’ to kill me is
"Hey! Even Patron had to stand in line and wait"
This is God’s work handcrafted by karma
I’ma always be here laughin’ and clownin’, last til’ I promise
And last but not least, I’ma finally retire my dad
From that post office, and that’s on my mama
I live my life for my girls and my boys
I took my soul back from the devil, now the world can enjoy it

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it

[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up

Sean Leon – 905 9To5 (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Intro]
Lil’ nigga got a mission
Run this money, fuck these bitches
Heard they plotting, heard they dissing
Catch a body, catch ’em slipping

[Verse 1]
Where we skip on education
Cut class to do them home invasions
From 9 to 5 was always prime
From 9 to 5 I know it’s vacant
This 905 shit on my mind
A 9 to 5 is not an option
I’m in the same class as these white folk
Nigga they got better options
I was plugging out of school
Bring it up I act a fool
Brother Jordan won a grammy
I was bagging grams to move
Lil’ nigga got a mission
Run this money, up on these bitches
Heard they plotting, heard they dissing
Catch a body, catch ’em slipping

[Verse 2]
Coming down Westney, all blacked out nigga no Wesley
Slap a nigga if a nigga test me
New money got me feeling really sexy (ooh!)
Lil’ nigga got a mission
Run this money, fuck these bitches
Heard they plotting, heard they dissing
Catch a body, catch ’em slipping

[Verse 3]
Feeling like Gretzky, getting to the gold
Niggas getting to goal like Messi
My Spanish girl press me, do it with no hands impress me
They be talking all of this shit
They gon’ feel me over here come test me
Maui got the recipe
Now shit feel like its meant for me now yeah
Like this my destiny now, shit, this is my, yeah
This is my destiny’s child yeah
Kelly Rowland gotta fuck with me now (yeah)
Kelly Rowland gotta fuck with me now (yeah)
Damn, it’s crazy seeing hoes I used to fuck with
They wouldn’t fuck a nigga on some fuck shit
Showing up to shows going buck, shit
Yeah