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Mark Ronson – Bout To Get Ugly Lyrics

I think I’m ready to do some type of report
Tell me whatcha really want
Look at how lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don’t know (Rhymefest) it’s bout to get ugly
From the East to the Midwest
Lemme tell ya how we do it here
(It’s ’bout to get ugly)

You know we shot till I die
And I’m lovin’ the spot
But when I’m up in NY they say the clubbin is hot
They say
You could meet a broad
Take her home on the spot
And that broad could get a broad
Bring ’em home and just watch (Yes!)
They say Club Cheeta’
That’s the place where all the niggas gettin’ shot in the face
We can hit central fly
Long as the chicks is fly
I need some head no time to waaaaaste
Who that DJ be
They said Ronson
Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson
That Midwest attitude gettin’ ’em respondin"
Talkin bout "Ohh his accent is so charmin’"
Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go
Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe
Looked around the room
I ain’t see no Negroes
Like ahhh "niggas don’t listen to techno"
Slow it down now, we goin downstairs
They got the Cristal
They got the lounge chairs
With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby)
I know its everyday for you
I ain’t from round here

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
Right now most thinkin’ it’s lovely

I’m dancin with this chick, right?

Music hard got her ass jumpin all night
DJ throwin’ out the pity part that’s right (No shirt on)
Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? (oooohhhh)
Hold up
Where the hell he get that mix
White boys goin’ wild doin back flips
Playin rock n’ roll
Mixin’ with the black shit
M.O.P AC/DC
That’s it! Keep it goin’
Now its Rob Zombie
I never liked rock n’ roll
But now its gon’ be
Blonde hair blue eyes
Kissin gold chains
I’m Mos Def
She the queen of the stone age
Rhymefest
I’m the king of my own age
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit
Should we dance?
Hell nah, start a mosh pit
And let ’em know we just
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want
For me to miss my plane
Stay in NY and do it again
Tell me whatcha really want
Rock stars, electric guitars
Baby who’s pullin’ your strings
Tell me whatcha really want
The DJ in the booth
Thinking that we not playin the truth
With the hard rock, hip-hop
East to Midwest
Mark Ronson’s on the cut
And my name is Rhymefest

(Right now it’s getting pretty ugly)
(Riiiiight now,)
(Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again now
(Going to get ugly right now,)
(I can’t, I can’t help myself…)
[*continued vocalizing*]

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24hrs – Number4 Lyrics

Yeah
12AM in ATL, I’m laid up at the doubletree
Ashley and Stephanie keep sayin’ that they lovin’ me
I like bitches that get money, I guess I am picky
Told her can kiss on me ’cause I can’t get no hickey
I f*ck with the ass, but I like titties, boy like 2Chainz
I got fifty thousand, I won’t f*ck it off in blue flames
I want permanent teeth, so I can feel like Stunna
I bought Birkens for my bitch, so I can feel like Gunna
She want brand new Dior, she said, "Can she get the runners?"
I feel that she been loyal, she might make it to the summer

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)

Then we hit the Waffle House

Twenty sauce ya bitch, she run the Waffle House (Waffle House)
I f*cked you and your friend, hell you talking bout? (Talking bout)
40 Glock like DJ, uh, it walk ’em out (Walk ’em out)
12AM in ATL, yeah we kiki (Yeah, we kiki)
She got that lil condo right out Peachtree (right out Peachtree)
Rollie on me, I feel just like Big Meech (Like Big Meech)
All these percs gon’ f*ck up lil kidneys (My kidneys)
The way I smoke the GT, need a chimney
I’ve been mixin’ red with the simply
I just got some head in the Bentley
I just got some head in the Bentley

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s

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Quinton Marks Ii – Down Lyrics

Intro:
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down

Verse 1:
Rollin up
Got swagga
Oh wait, that’s out?
Ha, it don’t matter
Got a pocket full of cash
Mmm about $20
Gonna get on the dancefloor
And make that body hollaaa
Wait that’s been said?
Oops
I don’t give a (oh oh)
Oops
Let’s go have a good
I see them lights
Let’s go party all night

Bridge:
Ay yo DJ turn it up
This music ain’t loud enough
I wanna feel that bass
Bump bumpin through my body
Music loud in my face
Let’s get down on the floor
All the way down to the floor
Grind to the beat
Do the nasty
Don’t stop your feet
Grind to the beat
Ain’t nothin wrong
Being a little happy

Chorus:
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down

Verse 2:
Goin hard tonight

Ain’t nobody stoppin me
I’m on another level
You should come up here
And party with me
Live a little
Do something you
You never thought could
You said you never would
I say I bet you could
The party’s just gettin started
Let’s get retarded
Everybody’s caught it
We’re never gonna stop this
Woah
This beat is nasty
It’s castin massive attacks
As fast as his cats
Dashin passed in a flash
Woah

Bridge:
Ay yo DJ turn it up
This music ain’t loud enough
I wanna feel that bass
Bump bumpin through my body
Music loud in my face
Let’s get down on the floor
All the way down to the floor
Grind to the beat
Do the nasty
Don’t stop your feet
Grind to the beat
Ain’t nothin wrong
Being a little happy

{BEAT BREAKDOWN}

Chorus:
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody’s gotta get down
Everybody’s gotta gotta
Get down
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down

Outro:
I wanna see everybody in the place
Get down
Everybody in the place
Get down
Get down
Get down

© 2014 Quinton Marks II

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Justin Quiles – DJ No Pare Lyrics

[Letra de “DJ No Pare”]

[Intro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Dice que él termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
La nena se está conservando (-vando)
Me mira y me sigue esperando (Esperando)
Si llego va a coger el mando y caliente le mando
Caliente le mando

[Coro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

[Verso 1]
La fiesta no se acaba, baby, síguelo (Síguelo)
Que esto es hasta mañana, ven, pégamelo (Pégamelo)
Si te gusta lo que sientes sólo dímelo (Dímelo)
Y más tarde en la noche te complazco yo
A mí me gusta afincao’, tu cuerpo pegao’ (Pegao’)
Pa’ decirte lo más que me ha gustao’ (Gustao’)
DJ, póngale el ritmo acelerao’
Pa’ que mueva lo que en el gym ha trabajao’

[Pre-Coro]
Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’? (Toa’)
Las que bellaquean, las que colaboran (-boran)
Las que lo twerkean como a 100 por hora
Y sin mirar la hora (La hora)

[Coro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar

Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

[Verso 2]
Estacionen sus vehículos
Que el party no acaba, te lo digo yo (Digo yo)
Vamos, DJ, repítelo
Una sí, una no, una sí, una no (Una no)
Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
Hazte dueña del terreno (Terreno, terreno)
Que ahorita me adueño yo
Y te sueno como viernes de estreno (Estreno)

[Coro]
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

[Puente]
Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a–van a–van, las que, van a toa’, van a, van a…?
Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’?
(Muévelo) Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
Van a-van a-van a, las que–
(Muévelo) Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
¿Dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’? (Toa’, toa’)

[Outro]
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
J Quiles, baby (Baby, baby)
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
Dímelo Flow, Dímelo Flow
Rich Music
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Simón dice-dice, yeah

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El Alfa – Mueve La Cadera Lyrics (feat. Kiko El Crazy)

[Letra de “Mueve La Cadera”]

[Coro: El Alfa]
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

[Post-Coro: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Qué pampara)
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Wuh)

[Verso 1: El Alfa]
Tiene’ que moverlo-verlo, tú sabe’ moverlo-verlo
Cuando ella lo baila-baila tú tiene’ que verlo-verlo
Se compró Jeepeta, apartamento y no trabaja
Ella es demasiado linda, ‘tá nueva de caja
Le gustan lo’ problema’, la’ hookah y la’ pastilla’
Tú ere’ un palomón, manito, ella te lleva milla’
Tú ‘tá claro que El Alfa se respeta
Abre la boca y asopla mi trompeta

[Instrumental Break]

[Coro: El Alfa]
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

[Post-Coro: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Jajaja)
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Qué pampara)
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

[Verso 2: Kiko El Crazy]
Mueva la cadera, deje su loquera
Yo soy el Crazy, la pampara nueva
El marí’o tuyo conmigo te cela
Pero yo ando trucho por ti hasta que tú me lo mueva’
Tú ere’ de Lo’ Mina’ y te conocí en Herrera
Tú ere’ la que da la pampara con la cadera
Tú ere’ de Lo’ Mina’ y te conocí en Herrera
Tú ere’ la que da la pampara con la cadera (-dera; yeah)

[Puente: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo

[Instrumental Break: Kiko El Crazy]
¡Prra!
¡Ging, ging!

[Coro: El Alfa]
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

[Post-Coro: El Alfa]
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

[Puente: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo
Yo arriba y tu abajo

[Instrumental Break: El Alfa]
Yeh
Wah
Yao’

[Outro: El Alfa]
¡Yao’!
El Alfa El Jefe
El animal, el criminal, the best
And the Kiko El Crazy
Chael
DJ’s sin nombres
I’m feeling myself, niggas, ¡yao’! (Wup)
f*ck that shit, nigga, brr

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Lil’ B – I No M Bleek Lyrics

[Intro]
They gotta love it
You know what I’m saying
Gutta Dealership
Why play around
Never been faking

[Verse]
All I do is spin with the DJ
I got the dope money on replay
I throw my set up in his face
I told the bitch suck my dick this way
After she done, go that way
Keep the bitch out, no backpage
Ayy, she a lesbian but what does that say
She a freak, backdoor
That backdoor on the fleek
Four runner, four runner, that’s me
Waterfront, waterfront, Lil B
Ocean view right there with the heat
Catch me, catch me on 7th street

f*ck around nigga, I know Memphis Bleek
f*ck around bitch, I know Jay-Z
(BasedGod)

[Outro]
That Gutta Dealership stretch, you know what I’m saying
You can drive a car damn damn near across the motherf*cking country nigga
You see niggas jogging around that motherf*cker, you know you definitely could drive
You know what I’m saying, Gutter Dealership
Man we got stores everywhere
You know I love you man, stay positive
Like I said it’s your Lil B man, f*ck with me

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New Boyz – Fm$ (freak My Shit) Lyrics

I could fall off today
But still steal a famous nigga hoe, I’m a young fly nigga fa sho

Okay, now put your ass, on my dick, and pose that shit
Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit

I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
Shout out to the f*cking DJ for playing this shit

[Legacy:]
Ass all over me
Drunk It’s the only way I’m supposed to be
My ex say I’m trippin’, the money made me different
I said bitch you just addicted, because of what the dick did
Do you like this position? Do you like this position?
Is that sip you sipping get you interested in kissing women?
Is it f*ck your inhibition?
Fu-f*ck your inhibition?
Then bring that ass back, like it’s stuck in intermission
Ay
Cute chick with her hair curly
She ride a dick till it get early
Her p*ssy clean but she dance dirty
f*ck me you getting blown out, bitch I am Kirby
We been makin’ love too long, do me like your nigga gone
Do me like your nigga gone
The baddest girls in LA, in the bay, and I do ’em even when I’m on break

So if I fall off today
Still steal a famous nigga hoe, I’m a young fly nigga fa sho

Okay, now put your ass, on my dick, and pose that shit
Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit

Bitch freak my shit
I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
Shout out to the f*cking DJ for playing this shit
Ay

[Ben J:]
If your bitch came up to me, homie that’s mackin’
Swag killing you on what you call your best outfit
Plenty more so it’s fo sure we getting on these whores
Have an orgy in this bitch, no more locked doors
You a wall flower, and I’m West known
But I got my Jordan’s on, so don’t step on em
Be up here in flexing, I might have to drop it homes
Tell the mother f*cking DJ to turn the Waka on
But I’mma turn it down, because there’s too much p*ssy
Throw my GoGo at these Birds Bird
Call em whoopees
Can’t do it such as fast, come on girl make it juicy
Dancin’ on me, african booty booty call her Judy
Tonight its going down, I only came out here for work
I said I liked ya girl, but actions speak louder than words
I didn’t do nothing that bitch came onto me first
I can’t lie I had some money; told that bitch to work. hah
(told that bitch to work)

(Put your ass on my dick, o-on my dick, o-on my dick)

Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancin’ with
I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancin’ with
Shout out to the f*ckin’ DJ for playin’ this shit

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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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

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Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

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Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar chicks up the grown way

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

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Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

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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

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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

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Juicy J – What Did I Do (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some of that suicide pimpin’, man
This a $crim beat
Damn what i do
Ain’t shit crazy mane
Nigga out here hustling
And still always some bullshit
That’s why i don’t fuck with a lot of niggas
DJ $crim with that 808

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

{Verse 1]
I’m gettin’ better with this fame
Tell me what I did to make these niggas act so lame
All I did was give ’em all the sauce and all the game
The players always change, but the bosses stay the same
When you at the top you like the only one to blame
Naw we ain’t no slaves, but my niggas got whips and chains
Got the big body, but still I stay in my lane
Tell me what I did to make niggas say that I changed

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

[Verse 2]
You ain’t no different from these other niggas
That’s what she said before she seen the way I’m livin’
Now she know the difference
That pussy mine
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Now you her last nigga
‘Cause you ain’t last nigga
Got niggas callin’ me the goat
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I got mad issues
I don’t trust none, I let this mag hit you
I been official since before the whistle
It’s like you hate to see me winnin’
But you never seen me go against you

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

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No music – Jacob Sartorius lyrics

Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – No music

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no music
With no music
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no music.

Don’t say you don’t mean to, I know you do
It’s not like me to mess with girls like you
Can’t get you outta my head
And I know it’s all on me
You make me feel like I’m floating away slowly
But I just can’t get you outta my head
But the DJ went home a long time ago, yeah
And now all I see are tables and chairs.

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic.

You push and you pull, you speed and you break
You’re making it hard for me to get away
And I just can’t get you outta my head, oh yeah
You’re hot and you’re cold, you’re shy and you’re bold
You’re good and you’re bad and you’ve got me, I’m sold
And I just can’t get you outta my head
See, the silence is loud on this suburban street
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In the room is a quiet storm.

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiiccc.
Jacob Sartorius lyrics
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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

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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

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ODESZA – Across The Room (feat. Leon Bridges)

Long hair across the room, baby she got that glow
I know you see me over here, so dance on me real slow
We’ve been goin’ for about two hours and I don’t even know your name
So baby please reveal, reveal

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had.

[Instrumental]

The scent of your perfume has got me lost in a haze
And oh this moment depends on the records that the DJ plays
Baby move a lil bit closer because I wanna feel you babe
I wanna feel you babe

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had

[Instrumental]

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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
Versuri-lyrics.info
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

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Charli XCX – Girls Night Out (World Album Album)

[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, glossy, a swirl
Perfume, pleasure, and platforms
Live in that kind of world
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
R.I.P to the club
‘Cause we walk in and kill it
DJ, hey, turn it up
Sing along like we wrote it
Screamin’ out all the words
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

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Desiigner – Liife (feat. Gucci Mane)

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrah
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrah) he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money, put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater, you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (han)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (it’s Gucci!)
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Finest (git, grrah)
Desiigner
Hard to find
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick

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Lil B – Still Run It (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
2017 and I’m here to represent
And I’m the DJ, It’s BasedGod in the mix
And it ain’t no question if I’m down to ride
On the West Coast it’s get money or die
I’ma tell you this motherfucker I ain’t no punk
Cause everything I seen I never said a word once
I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact
And I don’t go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack
All you niggas soft, I don’t fuckin autotune
I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend’s in the room
People like me facing 30 to life
And I don’t give a motherfuck if you black or if you white
Shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’ you a mark
I’d rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart
It’s us against them, motherfuck the rest
And if you’ve got a problem bitch come to the West

[Bridge]
It’s 2017, West Coast we back
Hip-Hop is back
Light that weed up, it’s finna be a long night tonight
Bay Area

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain’t no joke
My name Lil B and it’s murder that he wrote
I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse
And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse
So how do I survive in this world full of pain?
No, I’m not a slave and your history is fake
I tell you like this I ain’t no motherfuckin’ sucka
And tell that punk hoe I don’t motherfuckin’ love her
I’ma tell you somethin’, girl, get a education
I need a smart woman, not a girl that’s fakin’
Rollin’ five deep in a four-door Chevy
Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I’m ready
Only takes a second, and you gone
That’s why I had to make this a rap song
This is for the world, I do this for y’all
I’m finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

[Bridge]
Lil B in the house
BasedGod in the House
Yeah, Yeah
Let’s get it
BasedGod

[Instrumental Outro]

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Chip – #YSN (League Of My Own II Album)

[Verse 1]
Wave tune, durag on I keep my wave smooth
She on a wave too, she a wave at me I wave too
Smooth young brudda, summer wearing colours
Fire over nuttin, puffin on my ganja
Who’s having shots, take a double
Smooth nigga me no want no trouble
I’m like what’s with all the violence
But the mandem got me if your wilin’
I know they don’t want to see me smilin’
But I’m smilin’ cuh im shinin’

[Bridge]
DJ’s haffi run it, it’s a big tune
Sky windows down with my big zoot
Listen I ain’t trying to make no diss tune
How they got me clashing when i’m this smooth

[Chorus]
Man im just a young smooth nigga
Do this for my young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise with her
Sexy gyal they want to move with us
Cuh Man we just young smooth niggas
Do this for the young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise
Sexy gyal they want to move

[Verse 2]
Nigga’s know I had it back in school
Even make my uniform this small
Tie slick, pradas for my shoes
Ask my nigga Rambo how we do
They hardly see me out I’m in the booth
Or I’m booking flights I’m on the move
I dunno why they all wanna be goons
Have you ever tried being smooth
Niggas dropping tunes I been listening
When I was doing Bashment they were listening
Maybe they just never had the visioning
One bag of bash might have my prisining

[Bridge]
DJ’s haffi run it, it’s a big tune
Champagne popping with a big zoot
Listen I ain’t trying to make no diss tune
How they got me clashing when i’m this smooth

[Chorus]
Man im just a young smooth nigga
Do this for my young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise with her
Sexy gyal they want to move with us
Cuh Man we just young smooth niggas
Do this for the young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise
Sexy gyal they want to move

[Chorus]
Man im just a young smooth nigga
Do this for my young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise with her
Sexy gyal they want to move with us
Cuh Man we just young smooth niggas
Do this for the young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise
Sexy gyal they want to move

[Chorus with friends]
Man im just a young smooth nigga
Do this for my young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise with her
Sexy gyal they want to move with us
Cuh Man we just young smooth niggas
Do this for the young smooth niggas
Grab a gyal and book a cruise
Sexy gyal they want to move

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Kodak Black – Versatile Lyrics

[Verse 1}
Seem like I lost more than I ever gained
Ain’t get nun out these streets but pain
Ain’t get nun out these streets but hard times
Say these streets ain’t nun but hard times
Tell C.B. I say wassup
Tell everybody I say what’s happening
Tell [?] I said shoot some
Tell them boys I said stop flaggin’
Tell my momma that I’m comin’ home
Tell the world that it wouldn’t be long
Ask my hoes wassup with they phones
Tell ’em I’m away but I ain’t gone
I said [?] what you wanna do
Once you slide, imma follow through
The stand took a nigga up and through it
Lil Dash told me, Kodak don’t do it
Tell my son that I love his ass
Tell ’em I can’t wait to hug his ass
This for the niggas who got all that time
Now they tryna get him on his back
A nigga shot my cousin four times
I heard through the wall my brother doubled back
I just bumped into this super chick
I’m hollering at Lil Fim through the fence
I’m letting you know I do this shit for fun
Tell me go then consider it done
Shoutout [?] and my brother blood
My nigga C-Lo he just caught a thug
I’m shooting clo in a nigga ass
They hit a nigga for his whole bag
Tell them boys I said stop crabbing
Said it even if I never asked
I knew I should’ve told my lil nigga DJ to chill
But I can’t tell him shit he doin the same thing that I will
I’m thinking bout how would it be if we ain’t get on them pills, if we ain’t never chose the streets and picked up the steel
I’m thinkin’ bout how would it be if we stayed on the field
Like I ain’t even have to rap, cause I got other skills
And I use to run down with them sticks and got them automobiles
And we was jackin’ cars and shit cause it wasn’t hard to steal
Like doin bids and seeing [?] but this the life I live
But I know that this my last one, something gotta give
Seem like God, got me paying for all the shit I did
Cause I slowed down awhile ago, switched up positive
The rough was just enough for a nigga fell in love with the thrill
But before he forgive gotta pay for a steel
And I done did so much of shit that I ain’t proud I did
But when I took rappin’ serious I threw the towel in
But Lord you say you gon’ forgive, so forgive me then
Cause I done picked the Bible up and read Corinthians
I’m still young and I got allot to experience
I guess the first time in my life I felt this serious
I gotta lil boy now and I wanna be there for bruh
The feeling he give a nigga I ain’t never felt this way before
And you can look into my heart and see that I’m forreal
That I done resulted in a metamorphosis
God, you know my destiny cause you gave me this gift
You the one who put this breath in me to make me spit these lyrics
You done gave a nigga a chance to pay my momma bills
You done turned me to a man unlike my daddy is

[Interlude]
No this ain’t over, I got some more to spit
That was for the real niggas
I got some shit for the hoes

[Verse 2]
She made me happy, she made me smile
She brought me up, when you let me down
She nothing like you, she different
She nothing like you, she magnificent
She intelligent, she love me better than you
Better than, she love me better than you
She made me happy, she made me smile
She brought me up, when you let me down
Could you hold her tight, it come with a life
Could you hold her tight, you don’t have to like
Could you hold her tight, could you pray to [?]
You can’t hold her tight, baby let me hold
Could you hold her tight, you [?]

Take you out to dinner, stick this dick in your liver
I’m fuckin’ your head up I’m playing these mind games witcha
I’ma suck that pussy good, then you ain’t gon’ hear from a nigga
I’m fuckin your head up with all these extra corinthians
I can fuck Virgin Mary, cause the game so unordinary
Had plans on gettin’ married til they had me on solitary
You left me here stranded, I’m feelin’ abandoned
You got me so hurt right now I need me a bandage

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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