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Stromae – House’llelujah Lyrics

Au nom du rythme, et du chant
Je cris House’llelujah, House’llelujah!
Bénie soit la musique et House’llelujah
House’llelujah!

House’llelujah
House’llelujah
House’llelujah
House’llelujah

J’ai prié dieu pendant des heures,
On m’a dit qu’il était trop vieux pour tout nos pleures
Qu’il est trop riche pour écouté nos pauvres cœurs
Qu’il est trop pris, qu’il est femme, qu’il est homme
Qu’il est hétéro, qu’il est gay
Qu’il est chanteur, qu’il est DJ
Qu’il est mort et qu’il est née
Qu’il est même musulman ou juif
Qu’il est bouddhiste et athé

Au nom du ryhtme et des gens
Je crie House’llelujah
House’llelujah!
Bénie soit la musique et House’llelujah
House’llelujah!

House’llelujah

C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit

House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
House’llelujah . . .
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit!

House’llelujah x8

J’entend des voix
Des voix de gens que je ne vois
Si toi aussi tu les perçoit
C’est qu’tu avait perdu la foi !
C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit !

House’llelujah . . .
C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
House’llelujah . . .
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit!

House’llelujah x4

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Tee Grizzley – Late Night Calls Lyrics

(Banger, banger)
Ha, ha
I got a call last night
I got a call last night
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Man, hey

I got a call last night (Hello)
3 AM I know somethin’ ain’t right (What?)
Say my brother got caught with a pipe (f*ck)
f*ck you mean he got caught with a pipe (What happened?)
Ain’t gon’ lie that shit killed me inside (Swear)
But I’m happy that he still alive (Thank God)
‘Cause when I get calls at three in the mornin’
They tellin’ me somebody died (Damn)
I’m like, "Brodie, I told you to chill"
You know that street shit, it’s not what it is
When you on parole, why you ain’t at the crib?
Man, get off that shit, nigga, we gotta live (Nigga, we gotta live)
My nigga, you just got a deal (You just got it)
Momma just got back on appeal (We all here now)
We ran the streets, turned up in the trenches
All that, now it’s time to be mean (And we did that shit)

I swear after two in the mornin’ (After two)
My phone is on DND (Don’t call me)
‘Cause I got some calls late nights (Hello)
And I couldn’t go back to sleep (Damn)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even eat (f*ck)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even think (Man)

I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got locked up"
I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got popped up"
I’m like, "what happened?" (What the f*ck happened?)
How you know that? (How you know that?)
Who was they with? (f*ck was they with?)
Where was they at? (Where the f*ck was they at?)

Ayy, my pop was a real nigga (The realest)
Real boss, real shot caller (For sure that)
I had to get rid of his phone (Had to)
‘Cause motherf*ckers wouldn’t stop callin’ (Had to cut the bitch off)

One night Sugar called me (What up, dawg?)
Thought it was my pops callin’ (Oh, this Sug’?)
He couldn’t even talk through the tears (What happened?)
My stomach had knots ballin’ (Huh?)
He said, "Nigga, your daddy got shot" (What?)
"Police won’t give us no information" (f*ck outta here)
"And they say he the only one hit" (How?)
"And you know what that mean when they tape it" (What?)
Man they told me my nigga ain’t make it (Damn)
After that I start cryin’ and prayin’
Me and bro life stay strapped, stay dangerous
We gon’ be good he our guardian angel ([?] did that shit)

I swear after two in the mornin’ (After two)
My phone is on DND (Don’t call me)
‘Cause I got some calls late nights (Hello)
And I couldn’t go back to sleep (Damn)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even eat (f*ck)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even think (Man)

I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got locked up"
I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got popped up"
I’m like, "what happened?" (What the f*ck happened?)
How you know that? (How you know that?)
Who was they with? (f*ck was they with?)
Where was they at? (Where the f*ck was they at?)

I swear after two in the mornin’ (After two)
My phone is on DND (Don’t call me)
‘Cause I got some calls late nights (Hello)
And I couldn’t go back to sleep (Damn)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even eat (f*ck)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even think (Man)

Ha, ha, ha

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Lil’ Durk – Finesse Out The Gang Way Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro:]
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
(Hahahahaha)

[Lil Durk:]
I came from nothin’, I had to go get it
I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way)
I done did everything for the niggas that I love
Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang)
Shit be so real, I’m steady watchin’ all the niggas who yellin’ out, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Shit be so different, I’m watchin’ the niggas who busy but yellin’ out, "Bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
Roll up a blunt on that Pluto
Used to be deep now I’m riding ’round uno
I know some niggas who hustlin’ but quit ’cause they was doin’ this shit for too long
I remember niggas feelin’ like brothers but now this shit feel like a group home
And I had told ’em I love ’em so much to me it felt you can’t do wrong
I was trappin’ out inside of my granny crib, I was servin’ with two phones
I remember tellin’ judges, "Don’t know where the Patek is", now it’s two-tone

The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)

Ask ’em why they sellin’ food stamp
I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit
I’ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
I remember feelin’ useless
I remember servin’ to the cool kids
Twin got a.30, like a pool stick
Why you think the murders turn to news clip
When a nigga die, when his family cry
They’ll swear to God that he ain’t do shit
I remember niggas bein’ goofy
Spendin’ their last money on the Gucci
He just got fly just to get in some coochie
Went to jail, ride around with a goofy
I can actually say I’m feelin’ like money
I remember riding ’round with the hunnids
Had twin with me ridin’ with hunnids
Gucci bag, double fifty, one hunnids
Super motivated, come from a dungeon
Like, why you call a dungeon the trenches?
It don’t matter ’cause I’m bringin’ my niggas
Why you fall out with me just for attention?

Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions
Had the realest nigga tear you [?]
Took a Perc’ and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings)

The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)

[Lil Baby:]
Man I’ve been trappin’ since 2007
My momma was strugglin’, I had to help
From juvenile to the penitentiary, I’m better
I’m happy to say I got it together
Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine
I am not a ganster I am a gentleman
We the ones that handle murders like business
Postin’ money on the ‘Gram, I invented that
I done came a long way from the middleman
I got [?] Cullinan
I done gave a thousand bowls to my brother them
Shit get serious when them bodies start comin’ up
I put the key on the Urus and diggin’ now
Told my baby mama we need a bigger house
I’m too real, cut this shit out and figure out
Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out
Keep it lowkey, she ain’t runnin’ her mouth (Mouth)
She don’t ever want me to pull out
I run it up to [?] from my house
I’m rockin’ clothes I can’t even pronounce
f*ck the pandemic, I love me a drought
I ran it up in this motherf*cker
Three hunnid shots, that’s enough in this motherf*cker
Only The Family, it’s us in this motherf*cker, gang shit

[Lil Durk:]
The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)

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Tee Grizzley – Gave That Back Lyrics (feat. Baby Grizzley)

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with niggas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap (Grrah)
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

[Baby Grizzley:]
Ayy, my nigga Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy)
Uber in whip caves, five stars, get a top lift
If I gotta stand tall, I’ma drop shit
Westside, thirty on the Weston, call it Glocksmith (Boom)

[Tee Grizzley:]
We come from that cloth that they don’t make no more (They don’t)
Text your bitch like, "Pop out," she text back, you made her stay at home (This ho ass)
Baby Grizz and Momma Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here)
Ridin’ in that SRT Demon but them angels close, I ain’t alone

[Baby Grizzley:]
Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon’ spray that doe
Opp know ain’t shit they can do, they ain’t gon’ save that doe (That’s it)
Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho
Told that lil’ bitch to bring her friends, I don’t date alone

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you? (What?)
I got that Drac alone
Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don’t play that song
All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone
Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones

[Baby Grizzley:]
Pull up in them Lamb’ trucks trippin’, got like eight poles
Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it’s a Drac show
Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on
Let my O.G. out, can’t wait to put my nigga Blaze on
Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, nigga)
Ayy, now it’s eight hunnid and twenty plus
All shops, thirty pokin’, givin’ twenty up
Go get me a water, bitch I’m rollin’ like a twenty bud

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, at the Waldorf eatin’ on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here)
On the jet I’m wearin’, red lights stop but she gon’ go up here (She goin’)
All my shooters smart but if you play, they gon’ act slow up here (What?)
Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz)
Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.)
I don’t wanna drive the Lamb’ today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy yo, pull up)
You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes)
And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr)

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with niggas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

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Wstrn – Armagidion Lyrics (feat. Sai So)

[Intro: Haile]
In my zone
Ayy, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lеmme see what you’re really on

[Verse 1: Louis Rei]
Ah, ah, ah, I need a milly (I need)
Nah billy, niggy, nah rеally
I just wan’ palm trees and palm titty (Ha)
Straight shots of Hennessy I’m litty (Woah)
Ma how you gettin’ me home, nah really? (Really)
Darg tryna get me a bone, wan’ kitty?
Parked up gettin’ some dome, yuh nah see me (Why?)
Got tints, don’t trip, just lick it (Lick it, lick it, lick it)
Yo, I heard niggas talkin’ loose but really they ain’t into all that (All that)
Before I lean on you nigga fall back (Back)
If it’s that, I’ll switch like

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lemme see what you’re really on

[Verse 2: Sai So]
Put me on a track, I’ll put his face on a shirt
Twenty five on my wrist and I ain’t never been work
We’re the best team, I could never convert
Babe prayed I would change but I’ve never been worse
Slow down, you don’t know me like that, buddy
Probably one of them, when we light that scotty
Got a boyfriend, I don’t mind that, honey

I’ll put that little nerd in a bin
I ain’t gotta call for a thing, I got it on me right now
No I ain’t playin’ with them
Yeah I might rap, but bro I ain’t nothin’ like these rappers
‘Cause mums I ain’t playin’ pretend (Mums I ain’t playin’ pretend)

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lemme see what you’re really on

[Verse 3: Akelle Charkes]
Yo, I do the dam thing
I was on that damn wing
Word was I ran up in a yard with a hand ting
All that chit chat, what is that? (Huh?)
I’ve been gang, people know that I’m pressin’ if it’s-
I told these niggas I’ll be out here ’til the cars come
I’ll be out here with a ting that’s got a ’round bum
Shorty, figure lookin’ naughty
A bad boy, man she know I keep a .40
Five in the mornin’, I was in the field, not a corn ting
If I’m being real it’s a corn ting (Corn him, corn that)
Mi nuh inna talk, I don’t talk that
Nigga drop me off and I’ll walk back
All that

[Chorus: Haile]
Chameleon
Mi have a thousand style fi make million (Bun)
On the strip with my south side Brazilian (One)
Wan’ live life in the hills, nah William (Give me wap)
In mi trap like Gates wan’ billions (Time for war)
When it time for war, the whole place shell down, Armagidion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If they say mi nah live nice better not lie ‘cah mi live life brilliant
She wan’ hear real bad boy, so mi say DJ fling some Diddy on
She give nuff chat online, inna real life lemme see what you’re really on

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Cassie – In Love With The DJ Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ
I do whatever he tells me
So tell me that ain’t love
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ
I’m speedin’ out on the freeway
He’s the only one who can help me
So point me to the club
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ

[Verse 1]
I went from zero to sixty in like two point five
So you know I can’t wait to get inside
I hear the base line knockin’
And everybody’s out on the floor
I sashay in my stilettos, the bright red pair
Plus it took me two hours just to do my hair
I see my girls at the table with like three more bottles to go
Not to mention I’m in love with the DJ…

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ
I do whatever he tells me
So tell me that ain’t love
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ
I’m speedin’ out on the freeway
He’s the only one who can help me
So point me to the club
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ

[Verse 2]
He hopped on the turn tables just to play my jam
He dropped the beat and I put up my hands
I see a lot of girls dancin’ but I know he played that record for me
(Hey DJ, play the record for me)
I got all the boys jockin’ but I need my space
It turns me on when he turns up that base
I’m in the middle of the club, I don’t care about the V.I.P
Because I’m in love with the DJ…

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ
I do whatever he tells me
So tell me that ain’t love
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ
I’m speedin’ out on the freeway
He’s the only one who can help me
So point me to the club
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ

[Bridge]
She don’t want to leave the party
She’s with the DJ
And you can’t get her off the floor
(Hey, I’m in love with the DJ)
She don’t want to leave the party
She’s with the DJ
And you can’t get her off the floor
(Hey, I’m in love with the DJ)

[Chorus]
I think I’m in love with the DJ (I think I might be in love)
I do whatever he tells me (whatever, whenever, however)
So tell me that ain’t love (you can’t tell me that ain’t love)
Hey, I’m in love with the DJ…

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Fredo Bang – Big Steppa Lyrics (feat. Sada Baby)

Ain’t that DJ chose over there that
Look like DJ chose
You have reached the voicemail box of

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper
I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide niggas
Screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

Yeah yeah yeah yeah pull it out my pocket like I’m reachin for my cell phone
Did it with my mans so who the f*ck you bout to tell on
Blasting in a zipper we ain’t talkin bout no head phones
Yeah I got 5
Put that on your cousin cause the bitch ain’t worth a dime
When I’m in the city tell them pussies stay insde
Just like melly I got murda on my mind

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper

I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide niggas
Screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

He slime he ain’t my kind them niggas dien that’s on god I got dracs
Got 45s bout them bitches match my vibe hmm on that type of time
2 shots flip your ride 10 more and they live
Well catch the niggas outside he don’t care about his life
We gon send him home that’s what he wants scary sight
Skuba in the cut with double cups and extra pipes
I’m scopin I’m snipin and I got on all my ice what it do

Yeah I’mma big steppa
I hear all them threats but I don’t ever feel no pressure
Me without the draco is like salt without the pepper
10,000 and a chain will turn a nigga to a stepper
I’m big 5 yeah send them youngins at you you can run but you cant hide
Niggas screamin murda but ain’t never did a crime
You know you not thuggin why you tryin

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Megan Thee Stallion – Movie Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk)

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Take a shot, then turn the phone and shit, give me that D’USSÉ dick
’42, ho, Azul make me do some crazy shit
f*cked him good, now he shakin’, call that nigga crazy legs
Mixin’ blue with the green hundreds, that shit look like crazy bread
That ain’t my man, but that’s my man, though, so watch your hands, ho
He tryna holler when you ain’t looking, just stop shakin’ his hand, bro
Told that nigga give me the money, don’t know what you playin’ for
This expensive, don’t be touchin’ on what you ain’t payin’ for
Eat my coochie, let’s make a movie, nigga
I’m talkin’ ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
My p*ssy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it, ah

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Baow, baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that

Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don’t put your tongue on it
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can’t pull on it
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don’t it?
Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
Order bottles, I don’t even drink, I know the hood want it
Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
Bounce your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
Shake your boobies, uh, I’m like a groupie, bitch
That lil’ bitch never turn down money, I don’t give a f*ck who she with
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off

Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Ayy)
Shake that

All of that talking in circles, just save it (Yeah)
I don’t wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (Huh?)
He gotta go if he ain’t comin’ with it
Me and a broke nigga ain’t getting entangled (Ah)
I want a Birkin-‘kin-‘kin-‘kin (‘Kin-‘kin)
Finna find out that SSN
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Get what I want, then I go missing (Ah)
He send a text, say he mad at me, why? (Why?)
He tryna FaceTime and you know I decline
I don’t call you when you be with them hoes
So don’t blow me up when you see I’m with mine (Baow)
Thinking you player, she gon’ air you out when she mad, hmm (Spazz, nigga)
And I don’t kiss you ’cause I know you eating ass, yeah (Ah, ah, ah)
You getting beside yourself, find yourself ‘fore I make you hide yourself
Who the f*ck pumpin’ these bitches? Bitches is ass just like they hydrogel (Just like they hydrogel)
I see how your mama felt, finna go find my belt
Try pull my card and get dealt
Bad bitches get good gifts and that’s word to the ride I’m in, ah

Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain’t got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it’s expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I’m a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Yeah)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty

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Sfera Ebbasta – Gangang Lyrics (feat. Lil Mosey)

[Testo di "Gangang" ft. Lil Mosey]

[Intro: Sfera Ebbasta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Money Gang, Money Gang

[Strofa 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
Sai che vengo da là
Piccolo quartiere poco fuori città
Fumavo le canne nel parchetto coi fra'
Qua ci si fa grande e lo sai già come va
C'è chi se ne va e chi resta là
Volevamo fare i soldi come i DJ
Farci quelle tipe che vedi su Playboy
Invece il mio amico sta impazzendo con lei
Non esce più con noi
Soldi e tipe vanno e vengono, la gang è questa (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Me la tatuo anche in testa
Ti ho rivista e, giuro, mi sembravi diversa (Eh, еh, eh, eh)
Ma sei sеmpre la stessa

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei

[Strofa 2: Lil Mosey]
Up all night, it's like three in the morn' (In the morn')
But I don't take drugs no more (Uh)
In the back of the coupe, and I f*ck so slow (Skrrt, skrrt)
I found her in the club (Lil' bitch)
Hop in the stu' with some Benjamins (Bands)
I'm with my brothers, I don't got no friends (No)
I can't lose, I'm tryna win (Win)
Nigga was broke, but that was back then (Back then)
I got the drip like Marcelo (Marcelo)
Just took a jet to Milano (Milano)
I just brought my city euros (Euros)
They say I'm a hood hero

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
So I say
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei

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Craig David – No Holding Back Lyrics

Betcha thought we’d never do it like that
Giving you something, something that you never had
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back
When we bounce from the front to the back
All of my DJ should’ve known that
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back

Different girls, different nights
I learn about the city lights
When it came to relationships
Not a girl seem to get it right
Yeah, I used to hesitate
Now I don’t wanna wait
No more, no more, no more, no more

I know that I’ve been away and that’s a fact
Please don’t get me wrong
But I don’t wanna be the player that ends up all alone
And now that I have you in my heart, in my life
I’m here to get my all

I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back

Girl, you shine so bright
Yeah now I’ve seen the light
When I’m with you it’s just like
Them other girls they fade to white

When a girl like you comes by
You gotta think about what’s right
You know, you know, you know, you know

I know that I’ve been away and that’s a fact
Please don’t get me wrong
But I don’t wanna be the player that ends up all alone
And now that I have you in my heart, in my life
I’m here to get my all

I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
I ain’t holding back
I ain’t holding back, no, no
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back
No holding back

(I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding)
No holding back
(I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding, I ain’t holding)
No holding back

Betcha thought we’d never do it like that
Giving you something, something that you never had
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back
When we bounce from the front to the back
All of my DJ should’ve known that
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain’t holding back

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Alexandra Stan – Coco Banana Lyrics

Give me something sexy for the gyal
Give me something smooth for the gyal
DJ, what time is it?

Baby girl, come let it out
Get yourself another round
Show them what it’s all about
Win the crowd, win, win the crowd
Mojitos on the rocks
Shake your goodies on the floor
Make some waves, lose control
Rock the boat, rock, rock, rock the boat

We lift some tequila
Sex on la playa
But don’t tell my mama
‘Bout the coco banana

Coco banana
‘Bout the coco banana
Coco banana

Ay, enjoy yourself
All night, party all night

Spend the money for my rent
I’ll be sleeping in a tent
Got my lover Instagrammed
Here’s a 10, oh boy, here’s a 10
Mini skirt and red lips
Club and tickets on the rest
Me and my girls, we murderers
Killing, k-k-killing it

We lift some tequila
Sex on la playa
But don’t tell my mama
‘Bout the coco banana

Coco banana
‘Bout the coco banana
Coco banana

DJ, what time is it?

Don’t tell my mama
‘Bout the coco banana

Coco banana
‘Bout the coco banana
Coco banana

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Reconnaissance – Be True Lyrics

Leak the message out in text
Once a year for practice
The hills have turned to green again
So knock back a round or six, and fix
The exaggerated chapters
That missed the calls for months
The novelty of the nation
Gather “privately” for all on screens

Shade the Heat by the Trees, Tall Cans, the DJ, girls with their skin sweet
Frolic by sprinklers spraying multihued patterned streams
Soon the coal will char the steel, 
Convey heat to compressed bodies
To beat the meat they eat
Under pressured jaws and teeth of the city’s "high elite"

Be True
It’s the Family Reunion
All the Kids have gathered
To celebrate today and say
Farewell to one more year
Ciao to the emerging time
To hugs and to handshakes
They’ll Drink it all away

Catch Up with Ketchup
And rekindle broken ties of lives in lies and lines of times that fly
Trying too hard to be sliced from the same hind

A rendezvous location gives a pair some time to work
And create the setting for seeds to feed the crop of weeds
Exchanges interrupted by wondering eyes on call
To see and be seen here
Its the currency machine to pay your monthly fee to…

Be True
It’s the Family Reunion
All the Kids have gathered
To celebrate today and say
Farewell to one more year
Ciao to the emerging time
To hugs and to handshakes
They’ll Drink it all away

As the day’s DJ spins his final tune
The cork flys out the thin bottled neck
Success in the sale of consent is blessed
By them the muses who think they're here to save the west

Be True
It’s the Family Reunion
All the Kids have gathered
To celebrate today and say
Farewell to one more year
Ciao to the emerging time
To hugs and to handshakes
They’ll Drink it all away

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Erick Morillo: ‘I like to move it’ DJ dead at 49

The internationally acclaimed DJ was facing charges of sexually assault a woman in Miami.

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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.
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