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Thailand protests: Activists challenge monarchy by laying ‘People’s Plaque’

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Lil B – Global (feat. Ilovemakonnen) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

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Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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MIGOS – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha