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Jimmy P. – Vais Alinhar Lyrics (feat. Djodje & Nelson Freitas)

[Verse Jimmy P]
Todas fazem cara feia
Tu tens o ritmo da selva nas veias
Ao teu lado elas sabem que não passam do resto
O balancé das tuas ancas em nada é modesto
E quando esse booty faz um all around
Todos ficam c’os olhos em bico, china town
Se alinhas all good baby ‘tou nessa
Fala comigo porque brain is the new ass
[Pre Hook Jimmy P & Djodje]
Tu vais e vens p’ra me confundir
Se me vires por aí diz-me
Afinal diz se ficas ou não
Não vou perder o meu tempo em vão
Tão diz-me só
[Hook Nelson Freitas, Djodje & Jimmy P]
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Let me know how you feel about it
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Yeah, let me know
[Bridge Nelson Freitas]
Pullin’ up on you no warnin’
Messin’ it up till the mornin’
Uber it up to the westside
Wakin’ up next to your bedside
Pullin’ up on you no warnin’
Messin’ it up till the mornin’
Uber it up to the westside
Wakin’ up next to your bedside
[Verse Jimmy P]
Let me go again
E se acordares aqui no meu bedside
So quero o teu lado mau, o teu bad side (bad girl)
E se de costas é o teu best side
Já sei que vais alinhar yeah, no bad vibe
Veste o vestido preto, luto
Não morreu ninguém mas tu matas tudo
Word on the street é que tu és tipo freak
Pa comer estendidos no chão, pic-nic
[Pre Hook Jimmy P & Djodje]
Tu vais e vens p’ra me confundir
Se me vires por aí diz-me
Afinal diz se ficas ou não
Não vou perder o meu tempo em vão
Tão diz-me só
[Hook Nelson Freitas, Djodje & Jimmy P]
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Let me know how you feel about it
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Se vais alinhar
Vais alinhar
Yeah, let me know
[Bridge Nelson Freitas]
Pullin’ up on you no warnin’
Messin’ it up till the mornin’
Uber it up to the westside
Wakin’ up next to your bedside
Pullin’ up on you no warnin’
Messin’ it up till the mornin’
Uber it up to the westside
Wakin’ up next to your bedside

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Pedro Infante – Fiesta Mexicana Lyrics

Desde el campo en que he nacido
Vengo a echar una visteada
A la fiesta de mi rancho
Rebosante de ilusión
A las mujeres bonitas
Traigo flores perfumadas
Y a los charros cumplidores
Traigo mi mejor canción
Ay, que bonita es la fiesta del rancho
Donde huelo al aire puro
A retama y a limos
Donde un beso sabe a gloria
Debajo de un sombrero ancho
Y nos cobija un zarape
Corazón con corazón
El jarabe zapateado
Saca astillas al tablado
Y el mariachi entusiasmado
Lanza sones sin parar
El palenque se reboza
Con la sangre de un tapado
Y una china coquetona
Busca amores al cantar
Apuéstenle al gallo giro
Que va contra el colorado
Este gallo nunca pierde
Pues lo traigo bien calado
Hagan la apuesta señores
Y aprovechen la ocasión
Que al cabo a los ganadores
No les cobro comisión
Ay, que re chulo es el ranchito mío
Donde todo el mundo olvida
Los pesares y el dolor
Para ver mujeres lindas
Hay que estar en el bajío
Que es nidal de la hermosura
Y cobijo de mi amor

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Amy Rigby – We’re Stronger Than That Lyrics

When we made our vows to have and hold
We never thought about how love grows old
Well even healthy trees run out of sap
Baby, we’re stronger than that
And when i look at you i see too much
I try to walk away when things get rough
But everytime i do i come right back
’cause baby, we’re stronger than that
We’re stronger than the fairy tales, diaper pails
Lack of heat, urge to cheat
Shattered hopes, tired jokes
Doctor bills, urge to kill
And when we have another argument
You wonder where your feelings for me went
Well even sugar peas run out of snap
Baby, we’re stronger than that
We’re stronger than the tv shows, runny nose
Wedding ring, same old thing
Lousy job, the car was robbed
Man and wife, same old life
And when we fall in love we are so blind
Sometimes i’d like to leave you far behind
Look how our wedding china’s chipped and cracked
Baby, we’re stronger than that

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David Keenan – The Friary Lyrics

Memories of razor green
Floating down your sofa seams
We’re so happy, happy as Larry
Flicking ash into a glass
Friend or foe from recent past
You ignite me
Traffics light invite me
Floating down your street
Dodging bottles as we seek
Got a face in the rain
He says he’s out of the game
He was a loveable rogue
He never did what he was told
Same fella’, went to school in the dalla
From boy O’Reilly
Yeah you marched right beside me
Yeah man, you took a vacation
Of sleep deprivation
They let you out on probation
Oh, meet me at the station
Won’t you find me? See all them ladies of the night
They’re all polishing their knives
And they dwell in the alleys
Sea gave the scallies
Hopelessly in love
With the working man’s drug
Yeah I stumble as I amble
Through the disappearing bramble
The cobble understone
The tight roofs upon the homes
Derelict and sea-turned
Relics of my old turns
Singing of to the kids
Running through the china bridge
Wakes me from my slumber
I wonder
From boyle O’Reilly
Yeah you marched right beside me
Yeah man, you took a vacation
Of sleep deprivation
They let you out on probation
Oh, meet me at the station
Won’t you find me? C’mon and find me
See you at the friary
Know you won’t deny me
See you at the friary
Know you won’t deny me
Yeah, I’m gonna see you at the friary
No I know, no no no you won’t deny me
Gonna meet you at the friary
Know you won’t deny me, no
Sure you won’t, you said you wouldn’t say I won’t? C’mon and find me
See you at the friary
Know you won’t deny me
See you at the friary
Know you won’t deny me, no
Sure you won’t, you said you wouldn’t, say you won’t?

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Marty Balin – Count On Me Lyrics

Precious love
I’ll give it to you
Blue as the sky and deep in the
Eyes of a love so true
You make me feel light on the stairs and lost in the
Air of a love so real
And you can count on me girl
You can count on my love
Woman
You can count on me baby
You can count on my love to see
You through
Emerald eyes and china perfume
Caught in the wheel and lost in
The feel of a love so soon
Ruby lips
You make my song
Into the night and saved by the light
Of a love so strong
You can count on me girl
You can count on my love

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Jeezy – Don’t Make Me Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
Justice League
We’re here now
We’re here
Yeah
Hundred and three plus one, yeah
Don’t make me do it
Yeah‚ ’cause you know I will‚ nigga
[Chorus]
China from China (China from China)
My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
Step on the floor (Step on the floor‚ yeah)
My door go up (My door go up, yeah)
Aventador (Woo, let’s go)
[Post-Chorus]
Go get it right (Go get it right)
Break out the ice (Break out the ice)
Go get the money (Go get the money‚ yeah)
And count it twice (And count it twice)
[Verse 1]
Don’t make me get back up on my shit, boy (Shit)
Take a whole thang, break it all down to nicks (Nicks‚ yeah)
Ziploc, nigga, that’s a bag full of tricks (Ha-haa)
And the doors go up (Up), all that’s for kicks (Yeah)
Ten on the floor, nigga, that’s money well-invested (Ayy)
Got it from my dawg, I ain’t even gotta test it (Nah)
Thank God for hustle (Hustle), that’s exactly what I’m blessed with (Blessed with)
Iron out the grind (Woo) ’til you get the shit perfected (Ayy)
True wealth is in your heart, boy (Boy), gotta hustle hard, boy (Yeah)
All the hard times got you doubtin’, then you’re gone, boy
[Chorus]
China from China (China from China)
My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
Step on the floor (Step on the floor)
My door go up (My door go up)
Aventador (Yeah, let’s go)
[Verse 2]
Don’t trust a soul, exactly what it told me (Me)
Couldn’t even trust him is what he showed me (Yeah)
When you broke the rules, dawg, you broke my heart (My heart)
Ten-room mansion sittin’ in the dark (Damn)
Ten steps ahead, I’m a visionary (Woo)
Richest place in the world is the cemetery (That’s right)
If the streets a jungle, I’m a fuckin’ lion (Lion)
Shit can be impossible, I’m fuckin’ tryin’ (Yeah)
Went from baggin’ reefer, now we sell tequila (‘Quila)
Mix the water with the soda like a margarita (Ha-haa)
Who ever knew the game of life was so for real? So many layers in the onions you just gotta peel (Yeah)
[Chorus]
China from China (China from China)
My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
Step on the floor (Step on the floor)
My door go up (My door go up)
Aventador (Yeah, let’s go)
[Outro]
Don’t make me do it, nigga
Don’t make me
Yeah
‘Cause you know I will
Yeah
Aventador
My door go up
Aventador
Break out the ice
Go get it right
Safe in the floor
Aventador
Yeah
Go get it right
Break out the ice
Safe in the floor
Yeah
Richest place in the world is the cemetery

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Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go, let’s go
Chasing the lean
Let’s go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s do it

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay

[Verse 1]
It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he’s the shit, words from my peers
Don’t like me, you can suck a dick, that’s how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big six shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let’s do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let’s do it)
These niggas really want me dead
I don’t really think they that lucky (C’mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (Whoa)
I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I’m hungry

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’ (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (C’mon)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Let’s go)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Verse 2]
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I’m AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein’ afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain’t gon’ shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I’m a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin’ a thot, boy, givin’ ’em top where they brain is
I’m a rockstar lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, I aim big

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (I know it, yeah)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude]
Let me switch it up on y’all fuck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don’t matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I’m the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (The bees knees), I am
The bees knees (The bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can’t afford loyalty
‘Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It’s child’s play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am

[Refrain]
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up the racks, bitch, I’m the bees knees
I’m OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up these racks, I’m the bees knees
(I am the bees knees)

[Outro]
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
‘Cause you talkin’ to a boss
That’s real
My fault, I’m high
A death race for love
I ain’t just racin’ for love though (No I’m not)
My heart racin’
My money racin’ (Facts), my mind racin’ (Facts)
All black diamonds like I’m racist (Huh, you dig?)
“Lucid Dreams” still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “How could you say this?”
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (Bees knees)
No fuck racks, need a black card
That’s how I’m gon’ show you I’m hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin’ with these niggas)
I’m a businessman, so that mean I’m ’bout my business, man
(A businessman, I’m a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin’ basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees

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Future – Fine China lyrics

[Intro: Future & Juice WRLD]
The world on drugs
Ten (yeah) thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates, fine china
Shawty like a
Shawty like a

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Going insane, feel you pickin’ up and movin’ things inside my brain
I know I don’t have to argue about everything
But we don’t have the same soul
[?] we got a bigger bankroll
Tell me that you love me, baby, say it again
Repeat it over and over until it’s in my brain
Picked up the drugs so I let my brain
[?] but I’m selfish about my Percs, oh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m so crazy about mine
I’m goin’ to Pluto with my girl
I’m goin’ to Jupiter with my girl
I’m goin’ to Mars with my girl
I’m goin’ to Saturn with my girl
Feelin’ like I’m runnin’ out of space
You need to send your location, I can’t think
I done fell in love twice but I gotta be lyin’
‘Cause I’m livin’ ten lives, I go crazy about mine

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

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Princess Nokia – Boricua Samurai Lyrics

[Intro]:
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife

[Verse]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel

[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry oh

[Bridge]:
My [?] are runny
And my looks so disarming
I’ve got murderous traits
You will never be safe
I can be so damn charming

[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, checkered tights
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry

[Outro]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel

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Charli XCX – Tears lyrics

(feat. Caroline Polachek)

[Verse 1: Caroline Polachek]
See through my eyes
Right down to where I fall apart
Wish me luck (luck), wish me luck (luck)
Drive through the night
Head on your shoulder, but I miss you so much
So, so much

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Say your name, so nervously now
Kiss in the hallway, fade out
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go
Tried to hide the lies when we touch
But in the sheets with no love
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go

[Verse 2: Caroline Polachek & Charli XCX]
Used to be 5 star, yeah
Golden, golden
When I had nothing, you gave me silhouette dreams and
We made them real, somethin’ I feel
I killed our life, I’m crazy
Throwin’ all the china all around the kitchen
I kicked the letter under your plane
Door shut tight, that ain’t love, no
That ain’t love

[Chorus: Caroline Polachek]
Say your name, so nervously now
Kiss in the hallway, fade out
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go
Tried to hide the lies when we touch
But in the sheets with no love
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX & Caroline Polachek]
Tears are rollin’ down my face, holdin’ on until we break
Now we’re in a different place
(Now we’re in a different place, tears are rollin’ down my face)
I can feel my body ache, tears are rollin’ down my face
Now you gotta go, go, go, go
Tears are rollin’ down my face, holdin’ on until we break
Now we’re in a different place
(Now we’re in a different place, tears are rollin’ down my face)
I can feel my body ache, tears are rollin’ down my face
Now you gotta go, go, go, go

[Bridge: Charli XCX & Caroline Polachek]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tears are rollin’ down my face
(Now we’re in a different place)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Say your name, so nervously now
Kiss in the hallway, fade out
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go
Tried to hide the lies when we touch
But in the sheets with no love
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go

[Outro: Caroline Polachek & Charli XCX]
Say your name
Fade out
Down my face
Go, go
Tried to hide the lies when we touch
But in the sheets with no love
Tears are rollin’ down my face, tears are rollin’ down my face
Tears are rollin’ down my face, now you gotta go, go, go

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A$AP Rocky – Brotha Man Lyrics

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
(Yeah yeah)
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right
Just keep the truth
Fight the blues, fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha man-brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
That’s what the poem told me
It was greater poet that you know
I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I’d rather talk about naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
[?]

[Chorus: French Montana]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back
Come back, come back
Come back. come back, babe

[Verse: A$AP Rocky, Snoop Dogg & Frank Ocean]
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin’, leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 sellin’ china white
Cops stoppin’ if you opposite o’ white
Pop pop like you opposite o’ right
Take heat lil nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag ’round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water’s flat like asses pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin’ on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That’s why I got a beam with a green light too
I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through
I’m just bangin’ on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha-brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right [?]

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank Ocean]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back), babe

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
You’re a cornstar
All you fuck is corn broads
Frenchie faux pas
‘Cause you ain’t had no pa
The dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you?-are you?-are you?)
Getting that God’s view from towers
Lookin’ downward like I’m Donald Trump

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Ellie Goulding – Vincent

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Ellie Goulding – Vincent Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Duran Duran – Violence Of Summer (Love’s Taking Over)

Pick it up
This’ll get you out of your head

China’s hangin’ out by the railings
Of the motorshed
She goes with a real hit biker
He’s a metalhead
She looks me up and down
Talkin’ dirty eyes
Sweet sayin’ boy baby
I could lick ya any time

Keep it up
That’s right…here we go again

Bit later I’m gonna run
Into her round the back
While other guys break heads
In the Shugar Shack
Don’t give me drink I don’t wanna
Get too stoned
Then we’re gonna see who’s gonna
Take who home

The violence of summer
A love’s taking over
It starts with desire
Ends up under cover

Those lips will make me rise
You may look down but don’t think twice
Slow death is on the way
So what man I still want to play….

One, two
This’ll get you out of your mind
This’ll get you up…let’s go

Maybe take a ride goin’ south
Where her mother writes
Before bad news catches up
We still got a little time
We’ll leave it all so far away
One thing is sure we shouldn’t stay
I take it all little Chine gonna
Get the runaround a run… a runaround

The violence of summer
A love’s taking over
It starts with desire
Ends up under cover

China… na china…nanana
China… na china…nanana
China… na china…nanana
China… na china…nana

The violence of summer
A love’s taking over
It starts with desire
Ends up under cover…mmm… love’s takin’ over
Yes love’s takin’ over
Love’s takin over…

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James Blake – Vincent

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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James Blake – Vincent Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Jane Zhang – Work For It lyrics

Below are the complete “Work For It” lyrics by Jane Zhang displayed. These lyrics were added November 29, 2017. Read our relevant article “China’s Jane Zhang Continues U.S Takeover With “Work For It”: Single Premiere”.

Work For It lyrics

Shock my body
Light up the fire
Can you ignite it
Turn up the flame on it

Get it started
Pull me in close
I want you on me
Show me why you want it

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk up to my session and
You know I’m turning heads
Got your eyes all on me but
You too proud to beg

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You keep throwing signs
But I’m not a psychic
If you really want it
Better get it if you can

[Chorus]
You keep sending me signals
It’s like that subliminal
My body’s talking
Without words
I know you feel it too
Elephant in the room
The energy’s coming through

But imma make you work for it
But imma make you work for it
But imma make you work for it
Aaa work for it
Aaa work for it
Aaa work for it
Aaa but imma make it work for it

[Verse 2]
Temperature’s rising
I feel the heat
Somebody hit the siren
Turn up the flame on it

Get it started
You’re all I need
I want you on me
Show me why you want it

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk up to my session and
You know I’m turning heads
Got your eyes all on me but
You too proud to beg

You keep throwing signs
But I’m not a psychic
If you really want it
Better get it if you can

[Chorus]
You keep sending me signals
It’s like that subliminal
My body’s talking
Without words
I know you feel it too
Elephant in the room
The energy’s coming through

But imma make you work for it
But imma make you work for it
But imma make you work for it
Aaa work for it
Aaa work for it
Aaa work for it
Aaa but imma make it work for it

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Young Jeezy – Bottles Up (feat. Puff Daddy)

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Ayo, pass me that, Jeezy

[Hook: Jeezy & Puffy Daddy]
Smokin’ fire (Fire) so- high (High)
Para-chute, that- fly
Bottles- up (Let’s go)
Hold ’em- high
Put ya- rollies- in the sky (Ayo)
Bottles up, hold ’em high
Throw some- (I wanna see some money in the air, man)
Money in the- sky
Bottles up (Ciroc boys, Ciroc girls)
Hold ’em high
Throw some- (Avion, Jeezy, let’s go)
Money- in the- sky
(uh)

[Verse 1: Jeezy & Puff Daddy]
Black ‘Vette (Vette)
White spider (Gone)
Digi dash (Skrt)
Knight rider (C’mon)
Valet on swole
Brought a oak, rose gold
Condo, biscayne (C’mon)
China white (White) no mane
Light forty, pocket change (Damn)
Pull up in a yellow range
Street money, shit real (Let’s go)
Cartier, windchill (Stunt)
Two bitches, double date (Damn)
Diamonds floatin’, levitate (Damn)
Bentley coupes, Bentley trucks (What else?)
Forty cal, got it tucked
Private planes, got her name
Want that thang, keep the fame
(You know what it is)

[Hook: Jeezy & Puffy Daddy]
Smokin’ fire (Fire) so high (High)
Parachute, that fly
Bottles up (You can’t take it with you, baby)
Hold ’em high
Put ya rollies in the sky (Put them bottles in the air!)
Bottles up, hold ’em high (It’s a celebration)
Throw some money in the sky
Bottles up hold ’em high (Gang, gang)
Throw some money in the sky
(uh)

[Verse 2: Jeezy & Puff Daddy]
Avion, no Crist’s (C’mon)
North pole, ice wrists
Iced out, strapped up (Let’s go)
Hunnit carrots, what the fuck? (Fuck)
Fuck ’em, ball (Fuck ’em all)
Stacks, stunt, pyrex, roll a blunt (Yeah)
Double doors, marble floors
Elevator, fuck a hater (Yo, check this out)
Moët, mo’ checks (That’s right)
Rolex, mo’ sex (C’mon)
Mini choppa (Choppa) Hellacopter (Let’s fly!)
Diamonds shiny (Shiny) tell a (?)
Pinky ring (Ring) ten carrots
Ten birds, ten parrots (You know what it is)
Banana clips, fifty rounds
Garbage bags, fifty pounds (Let’s go!)
(uh)

[Hook: Jeezy Puffy Daddy]
Smokin’ fire (Fire) so high (High)
Parachute, that fly (There’s a owner to this shit)
Bottles up, hold ’em high
Put ya rollies (You can’t give a fuck!)
In the sky
Bottles up, (Avion, Deleon)
Hold ’em high
Throw some (Ciroc)
Money in the sky
Bottles up (This that black excellence, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Hold ’em high (C’mon)
Throw some money in the sky (Let’s go!)
(uh)

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Chris Brown – Pills & Automobiles (feat. Yo Gotti, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Ow

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you a grown woman
And I know that you know what you’re doing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

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Jay-Z – MaNyfaCedGod (feat. James Blake)

[Intro: JAY-Z]
Yeah, uh
Vacay the pain away, uh
Smoking the pain away, uh
Drinking the–uh

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Look at all we been through since last August
Skating through the rumors like, "Aw, shit!"
Still came back, fucked up the red carpet
Shows how big your heart is
On the run, we took a hundred together
More than the money, it was the fact that we done it together
Uh, healing in real time
"Song Cry" to "Resentment", that was real crying
Bonnie and Clyde things, we hold it down
Had we surrendered then, that’d be the real crime
Got through it, got blessed times two with it
New Bel-Air estates with four pools in it
I told my bro, "You gotta go home," over vino
Goodfella, don’t gamble with your life, this ain’t Casino
Cost him two mill’ plus the child support
We’ll get the money back, but not the child support
It’s getting too late, we can’t afford mistakes
Woulda broke me down had you got away
It woulda broke me up had you took my child away
I’m glad we found a way
Sexin’ the pain away
Vacay the pain away
Drinking the pain away
Smoking the pain away
Yeah

[Verse 2: James Blake & JAY-Z]
Too perfect not to wonder
If we created a flame that would warm us ’til October
We invented lovers from company for the summer
I was many faces, but at least I was willing to change
I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone
Shit feels so beautiful, don’t you agree?
I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone

[Beat Change]

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
Our external reality is an opportunity to heal our internal upset
Let’s build a cathedral these evils couldn’t fuck with
I wanna spend my Saturdays and my latter-days, eating sundaes and enjoying Mondays
Not worrying about what none say
Yoncé
All on this mouth like liquor
That my nigga, uh, that my nigga
Over everything, each of our mood swings
Whenever attitudes change, like a mood ring
Ain’t nothing like somebody that get ya
Baby, I get ya
Let’s go through this thing, come out stronger, the golden journey
Broken is better than new, that’s kintsukuroi
You’re fine china
I’m a bull and ball in a china shop
I promise to repair with gold each bowl I drop
Be grateful for whatever comes
Because each has been sent from a guy from beyond
That’s what Rumi say
"Never go to bed mad," that’s what my Ummi say
It always took her less to say more
I always thought she was an angel, now I’m sure
Sure

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Pills And Automobiles

Lyrics to ‘Pills And Automobiles’ by Chris Brown:

–Intro: Chris Brown–
Ow

–Chorus: Chris Brown–
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

–Post-Chorus: Chris Brown–
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

–Verse 1: Chris Brown–
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white

–Bridge: Chris Brown–
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you a grown woman
And I know that you know what you’re doing

–Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti–
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

–Verse 2: Yo Gotti–
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels

–Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti–
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

–Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie–
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart

–Chorus: Chris Brown–
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

–Post-Chorus: Chris Brown–
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

–Verse 4: Kodak Black–
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident

–Chorus: Chris Brown–
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

–Post-Chorus: Chris Brown–
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

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CHRIS BROWN – Pills And Automobiles lyrics

Ow

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you’ll grow on me
And I know that you know what you’re doing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous??, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

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Pills and automobiles – Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Chris Brown – Pills and automobiles

Baaaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.(pills and automobiles)

B*tch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that b*tch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ b*tches kill the vibe, f*ck it, live your life
Bad b*tches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad b*tches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white.

Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you’ll grow on me
And I know that you know what you’re doing

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
A*s fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this s**t hard, baby
Yup, I got the p***y first and then I ignored you
You f*cked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this s**t gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school
If a nigga ever play with bae, s**t it’s breaking news
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels.

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet).

I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can f*ck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
b*tch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna f*ck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart.

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
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Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.

I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident.(pills and automobiles)

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life oh babyyy.(pills and automobiles)
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Passenger – Vincent (Cover)

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness of my soul
Shadows on the hill
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
And the colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
Still your love was true
How when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless head on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
Oh the ragged men in the ragged clothes
And the silver thorn of bloody rose
Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

YO GOTTI
Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ f**k it up, f**k it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a f**king cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up lyrics

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up