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Bruno Mars – Where Did She Go Lyrics

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl that girl

Every time I came around
She made her body go down
Her physical was so crazy
She could make a blind man see
Ooh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go?
Where did she go?
Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl, that girl

I must’ve seen her beauty at the bar
Under the strobe lights, looking like a star
(Looking like a star, girl)
But everyone started rushing me
Looking through the crowd, shawty left the scene, oh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Club closing up, I’m still looking for you
Walked up to the ladies room
No luck, so I’m headed to the DJ booth

Next thing I know
She tell my show, “This ain’t you
Looking at you, you wanna take me home
So tonight, I just might put you on”

I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl, that girl
I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl that girl

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

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Valentino Khan – Gold (feat. Sean Paul) (Lyric Video)

[INTRO]
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it

[VERSE 1]
Baby girl
The way you walk and a wine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started

Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started

[VERSE 2]
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya wine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan,
DJ sound the alarm

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started

[OUTRO]
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Ah!

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Vince Staples – Rubbin Off The Paint (Freestyle)

[Intro]
So, if I was you, I would know it’s no way possible
[?] greatest DJ in the world
Come grab your beat
Cuz’ if he hand it to me
It’s not yours no more

[Verse]
They be like stupid, where you been at?
We ain’t seen you in weeks
Yeah, I been tryna’ catch a body off of John and em’ streets
They went and killed my lil’ homie so I’m back on the east
Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat
They call me stupid ’cause I shoot it, I don’t think I don’t blink
I been wit’ it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P
You ain’t down to keep it silent, you ain’t down to catch a body
Boy, I hopped up off the porch banging norf illuminati
When I hop up out the four-door, don’t you touch my body
This is undercover brother I am not in no Givenchy
Know you know it but I gotta say it baby, I’m from Poppy
If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don’t be sloppy
If I catch you with your four hoe, we killin’ everybody
Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie
And my crime be stomp and fade
Boosie in the trunk with face
But if they interroga-ting, I don’t know nobody
I ain’t with the business
This is just an image
I ain’t hurt nobody
I don’t know who did it
Buster sending [?] harboring the snitches
Enemies stalking me harder than the [?]
Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission
Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures
Now his momma talkin’ bout
"Somebody know who did it, my baby ain’t deserve it"
She crying at the service
In the streets in triple [?] and stealing jeans from mervyns
Trigger squeezers, split the scene
I iced them with the Gervin
Finger roll, we seen them toll
He said it ain’t on purpose
Now we up in medical they askin why he said it cold
Better know I never change
Runnin with these yanks
Poppy block
Down the 65th, down the 68th
Want a shot, you will never get
But we came to play
And free killer cash from the A

[Outro]
Lotta’ y’all can’t rap no more
I feel like I’m one of the greatest ever
You know since day one we probably never ever heard this…
I feel like [?] one of the greatest ever
… comin your way you know, look
Wake up wipe the

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Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

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

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

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ODESZA – Across The Room (feat. Leon Bridges)

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

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

[Instrumental]

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

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

[Instrumental]

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Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Especialista – Mc Bola letra

Letra Mc Bola – Especialista

Olha lá vem ela
Dominando a pista
Mano, essa menina
Vai causar caô
Mas não por culpa dela
É especialista
Abre alas que ela chegou.

Tá parando tudo
Desde que chegou
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Ela é um luxo
DJ que falou
Que quando ele toca
Ela se empolga
E dá show.

Tô doido pra ver ela dançar
Louco pra ver ela rebolar
Adoro quando tira a sandália
E cai na gandaia e já eraaa.
Mc Bola letras
Video Mc Bola

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Zig zag – Mc Gui feat. Mc Rahell letras

Letras Mc Gui – Zig zag

Meninas vamos lá
Que já vai começar
Aquece e movimenta
Quero vê quem representa
Pode se soltar.(zig zag)

Faz esse corpo balançar
Gata fica a vontade
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E quando o DJ tocar
Mostra a habilidade.

Vem com o bumbum
Fazendo Zig Zaaag
Zig zig zig
Zig zig zaaag
Sobe no zig
Tu desce no zaggg.
Mc Gui letras
Video zag

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Wu-Tang Clan – Lesson Learn’d (feat. Inspektah Deck & Redman)

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I said one, two, three and to the fo’
I glide like there’s simply no traction on the flo’
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I’m a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here’s proof, ain’t it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin’ the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal’
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I’m back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I’m back at it

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I’m on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I’m a boy beastin’ in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it’s all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I’m tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let’s tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Outro: Redman]
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga. yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours – Mathematics

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No music – Jacob Sartorius lyrics

Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – No music

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

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

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

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

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

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Tay-K – Coolin

Aye dilip fuck em up man
Da-danny wolf

[Verse]
Bitch I get the work and I make it do a backflip
Fuckin’ with lil’ Tay-K, nigga do you want a casket
Tay-K ate the beat now the DJ wanna backspin
Niggas pull up on me, make ’em bounce like a mattress
Fuck her, pull up on me, it’s gon’ get real tragic
Need to get up, like a fuckin’ Y axis
While a nigga down, like a nail on some facts
Sippin’ on drop, I cannot sip molasses
Punch a nigga now he Velma, where my glasses
Used to hate school, I was late to the classes
Hit from the blunt, she say Tay-k take it pass it
Make a nigga have a meltdown, if he plastic
Nigga you on some stupid shit
Pull up on yo block with broken clips
Killa made me have to do this shit
That life of yours you will lose that shit
She says I’m a lunatic
Chopper with the cooling kit
Have the chopper, I’m a fool with it
Have the glocka, nigga, and you get hit

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Coolin – Tay-K lyrics

Lyrics Tay-K – Coolin

B***h I get the work and I make it do a backflip
Fuckin’ with lil’ Tay-K, nigga do you want a casket
Tay-K ate the beat now the DJ wanna backspin
Niggas pull up on me, make ’em bounce like a mattress
F**k her, pull up on me, it’s gon’ get real tragic
Need to get up, like a fuckin’ Y axis
While a nigga down, like a nail on some facts
Sippin’ on drop, I cannot sip molasses
Punch a nigga now he Velma, where my glasses
Used to hate school, I was late to the classes
Hit from the blunt, she say Tay-k take it pass it
Make a nigga have a meltdown, if he plastic
Nigga you on some stupid s**t
Pull up on yo block with broken clips
Killa made me have to do this s**t
That life of yours you will lose that s**t
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Chopper with the cooling kit
Have the chopper, I’m a fool with it
Have the glocka, nigga, and you get hittt.(coolin)
Tay-K lyrics
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The Beatles – Roll Over Beethoven Lyrics

[Verse 1: George Harrison]
Well, gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It’s a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today

[Verse 2: George Harrison]
You know my temperature’s rising
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart’s beating rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

[Verse 3: George Harrison]
I got a rocking pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (Woo)
I think I caught the arthritis
Sitting down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
Rocking in two by two

[Verse 4: George Harrison]
Well if you feel it and like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just a trifle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
Rocking in two by two (Woo)

[Verse 5: George Harrison]
Well early in the morning
I’m a-giving you the warning
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle
I’ll play my fiddle
Ain’t got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

[Verse 6: George Harrison]
You know she wiggles like a glow worm
Dance like a spinning top
She’s got a crazy partner
Oughta see ’em reel and rock
Long as she got a dime
The music will never stop

[Outro: George Harrison]
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Dig to these rhythm and blues

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Across the room – Odesza feat. Leon Bridges lyrics

Lyrics Odesza – Across the room

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

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

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

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we haddd.
Odesza lyrics
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Como antes – Yandel feat. Wisin letra

Letra Yandes – Como antes

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo
Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo
Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo
To’ el mundo pegoa’, la disco bailoteo.(como antes)

Mírala bien, bien pega’
Ahora es que es, a la pared
Ponle el dembow, pam pam pam.

Ahora es.. (x2)

A la disco te invito, contigo me derrito
¿Baby quién tú eres? (Tu biszcochito)
Dale báilame suavecito y dame un pedacito
Tú eres la jefa de la casa, yo soy tu perrito.

Y lo sacude, me dice que la desnude
Que le bese el cuello y que no disimule
Yo lo hago pa’ que sude
Ella quiere que la ayude
Me dice vamos pa’ abajo pero el tiguere la sube.

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo
Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo
Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo
To’ el mundo pegoa’, la disco bailoteo.

Mírala bien, bien pega’
Ahora es que es, a la pared
Ponle el dembow, pam pam pam
Ahora es…

Si tu cuerpo me sigue, entramos en el juego
Y si recuerdas, no lo dejes pa’ luego..

Echa to’ eso para acá
O voy pa’ allá, o voy pa’ allá de nuevo
En una esquina acequiarte, toda besarte
Baby conmigo te llevo.

Te veo frotando hace rato
Tú me quieres dar un roce (Papito, tú me conoces)
DJ sube el volúmen pa’ que la disco destroce (Papito, tú me conoces).

Mi gata baila como si estuviera en celos
Me para los pelos, en trago con mucho hielo
Y es que tiene gana, se escapa por la ventana
Parisea conmigo hasta por la mañana.

Todos saben que llegaron los poderes
Versuri-lyrics.info
Se activan las mujeres
Se me pega bailando y dice qué quiere
Hicimos este perro para que dueles
Voy por la tequila para que te rebeles.

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo
Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo
Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo
To’ el mundo pegoa’, la disco bailoteo.

Mírala bien, bien pega’
Ahora es que es, a la pared
Ponle el dembow, pam pam pam
Ahora esss.. (x2)
Yandel letras
Video antes

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Dj Isaac – Bitches Lyrics

DJ ISAAC
Bitches Lyrics

Round, square, oval bitches
Rich, poor, slave bitches
Smart, dumb, crazy bitches
Prude, horny, dirty bitches
Fat, tall, skinny bitches
Bi, straight, gay bitches
Cool, nerdy, stuck up bitches
Ghetto, yuppy, valley bitches
High, low, middle bitches
Single, married, widowed bitches
Big, little, thin bitches
Young, old, midget bitches
Club, bar, DJ bitches
Singing, acting, real bitches, yeah
I love all bitches!

Round, square, oval bitches
Rich, poor, slave bitches
Smart, dumb, crazy bitches
Prude, horny, dirty bitches
Fat, tall, skinny bitches
Bi, straight, gay bitches
Cool, nerdy, stuck up bitches
Ghetto, yuppy, valley bitches
High, low, middle bitches
Single, married, widowed bitches
Big, little, thin bitches
Young, old, midget bitches
Club, bar, DJ bitches
Singing, acting, real bitches, yeah
I love all bitches!

Yeah

Round, square, oval bitches
Rich, poor, slave bitches
Smart, dumb, crazy bitches
I love all bitches!

Yeah
I love all bitches!

Yeah

Round, square, oval bitches
Rich, poor, slave bitches
Smart, dumb, crazy bitches
Prude, horny, dirty bitches
Fat, tall, skinny bitches
Bi, straight, gay bitches
Cool, nerdy, stuck up bitches
Ghetto, yuppy, valley bitches
High, low, middle bitches
Single, married, widowed bitches
Big, little, thin bitches
Young, old, midget bitches
Club, bar, DJ bitches
Singing, acting, real bitches, yeah
I love all bitches!

Yeah

Yeah, I love all bitches! (Bitches, bitches, bitches…)

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Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, yeah
CashMoneyAp (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Grrrrrawww (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Hey, yeah)
16yrold (Hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu (Yeah)
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

[Verse 1]
That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your bitch in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em (Hey)
In the Bentley, I got mad room (Yeah)
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad bitch with Chanel on (Hey)
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom (Hey)
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ sex in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom

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[Bridge 1]
We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that

[Verse 2]
I just fuckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons

[Hook]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

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[Bridge 2]
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah

[Verse 3]
Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie fucked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie fucked
[?], huh
[?], huh
(Hey!)

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[Chorus]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

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Famous Dex – Dan The Man

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

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Famous Dex – Dan The Man Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

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Dan the man – Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man

DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)

AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck.

Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch.

Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck.

What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
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Feel all on her butt ou wait.

Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet.

Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me.

Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing.

I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines.

What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what.

S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh.

I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy.

They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
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Bend it – Maleek Berry lyrics

Lyrics Maleek Berry – Bend it

Berry pon this
You don know I’m back with a new wave
DJ turn up the speaker
DJ turn up the speaker
Gyal dem follow the leader
Gyal dem follow the leader.
Baby bend it
Oh baby beeend it
Bring your back out you’re doing a workout ooh-oh beeend it
Baby bend it
I like your body bend it
Let me see you doing the yoga ohoohh bend it.

Baby o, baby o
I wan put you in my video
Say your name on the radio
Have I seen you around here before?
Really wanna know now
Where you’re coming from? where you’re going now?
And how you make your sun dress glow now
And when you walk off it’s a showdown.

Oh no no nooo, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no nooo, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no nooo, swinging your waist like
Oh no no nooo, you looking like magic
Oh no no nooo, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no nooo, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no nooo, swinging your waist like
Oh no no nooo, you looking like magic.

Baby beeend it
Oh baby beeend it
Bring your back out you’re doing a workout ooh-oh beeend it
Baby beeend it
I like your body beeend it
Let me see you doing the yoga oohohh beeend it.

Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me over
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me over.

My girl you nor need to try
Your fragrance smelling like July
I hope say I go catch your eye
If you give me chance I go cast and whine
Nor mind that versuri-lyrics.info
Love you when you got your hair tied back
Yoga pant should no be like that
You be the boss baby girl dem follow you
Dem follow you.

Oh no no no, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no no, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no no, swinging your waist like
Oh no no no, you looking like magic
Oh no no no, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no no, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no no, swinging your waist like
Oh no no no, you looking like magic.

Baby bend it
Oh baby bend it
Bring your back out you’re doing a workout ooh-oh bend it
Baby bend it
I like your body beeend it
Let me see you doing the yoga ooh-oh beeend it.

Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me over
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me overrr.

Maleek Berry lyrics
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Erin Mccarley – Bobble Head Lyrics

ERIN MCCARLEY
Bobble Head Lyrics

I just heard a plane fly over my place
Say that magic word and take me far away
Maybe somewhere with rain and an easier pace
A place with nothing due, just me and you

Hey, hey, c’mon you know you gotta let go
Hey, hey, I wanna ride high, come down and play
Won’t stop until we blow the world away
Hold on tight, baby let’s fly to the moon tonight, hey, hey

The bobble head on my dash, he’s only doing half his dance
In these city streets where we can barely breathe
We need a winding road and no we shouldn’t take it slow
You turn up the radio, DJ won’t you play my song?
So we can sing along

Hey, hey, c’mon you know you gotta let go
Hey, hey, I wanna ride high, come down and play
Won’t stop until we blow the world away
Hold on tight, baby let’s fly to the moon tonight, hey, hey

Let’s drive away in the dark, we can let it all out
Trade the lights for the stars and leave behind this city

C’mon you know you gotta let go
Hey, hey, I wanna ride high, come down and play
Won’t stop until we blow the world away
Hold on tight, baby let’s fly to the moon tonight, oh

And don’t stop until we blow the world away
Hold on tight, baby let’s fly to the moon tonight, hey, hey

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Tyler The Creator – Glitter (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

[Chorus]
You light my firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I needed in my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time

[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 45, 7 track, 8 for me
"Babydoll", I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me

[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

[Outro]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck

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Sophia Grace – Girls Just Gotta Have Fun Lyrics

SOPHIA GRACE
Girls Just Gotta Have Fun Lyrics

Yo, my name is Sophia grace
And if you’re listening to the radio right now
Get your tutus on
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Girls just gotta have fun

Verse 1:
Hey girls, we got it going on green light
Want to get to the mall, they got them jeans I like
And I see some cute kicks I wanna wear tonight
I got my glam on chick, oh yeah
EO, EO, EO
Back up to the crib we go
We so stupid fresh, it’s something like a fashion show
We’re going off like a bomb
Everybody knows it’s on, somebody ring the alarm, yeah

Doesn’t matter where we’re gonna be at
Cause the parties gonna follow me here
So mister DJ, let the music play
We’re gonna have a good ti-i-ime

Chorus:
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Girls just gotta have fun
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Everywhere we go you already know that
Girls just gotta have fun

Verse 2:
Hey yo
It’s time to get it out of here
Hope your breaking that girl, cause girls are fearless here
Hands in the air, put them where you wanna hear
Time to rock real hard, oh yeah
Oh boy, Oh boy
I’m dancing with my girls
Please don’t get your feelings hurt cause you might get your turn
We don’t care just don’t win us
Tonight we don’t care
We’re gonna do it up

Doesn’t matter where we’re gonna be at
Cause the parties gonna follow me here
So mister DJ, let the music play
We’re gonna have a good ti-i-ime

Chorus:
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Girls just gotta have fun
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Everywhere we go you already know that
Girls just gotta have fun

Bridge:
I-I-I’m, I’m having a party, yo
Your all invited
Put your pink tutus on, it’s so exciting
It’s the princess swagger, moves like jagger
Haters gonna hate
And their going to chit, chit chatter
I’m Sophia Grace, I got that super base
And I’ve been flying in a rocket in and out of space
Nikki is my princess, and Ellen is my qween
Put them all together that’s the Hollywood dream
I’m sipping on the milk shake
Strawberries and cream
Rosie got my back and that’s my princess team
We’re flying to the top
We’re never gonna stop
The sky is the limit, and this princess rocks, wooh

Chorus:
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Girls just gotta have fun
Girls just gotta have (x3) fun, fun
Everywhere we go you already know that
Girls just gotta have fun

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Roscoe Dash – All The Way Turnt Up Lyrics

ROSCOE DASH
All The Way Turnt Up Lyrics

[Intro – Roscoe Dash]
Do not turn me down
Just gon’ turn me up
Roscoe dats wassup(Wassup)

[Chorus – Roscoe Dash]
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)

[Verse 1 – Roscoe Dash]
DJ turn me up, crank me to the max
I got lots of guala, I be blowin’ stacks
Polo on my ass, shoes dat serve da bag
I be so turnt up, I be swaggin’ to the max
If you get it in, and you gettin’ dough
Gon’ pop a bottle, dis right here yo’ song
Purple bottoms on, you can smell it on my clothes
‘Bout to take one to the long
I’m gone, and I got da song
I be writin’ on the inches wit’ dem woofer goin’ on
Dey like wat is goin’ on?
I don’t really know
Den I roll up all my windows, and I crank dis shit up all the way

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out da beeddd, wat happenin’?
Soulja Boy Tell’em, they can’t turn up to my level man
Yeeaaah
Money on the table
All up in Mexico, gettin’ into the Pesos
Whoooa
Check out the gear
If gettin’ money was a sport I’m gonna need it every year
We gettin’ money ova here
The Westside know where I’m from
Yo’ girl spinnin’ on my dick just like a CD-ROM
Turn uuppp
Turn up till you can’t turn no mo’
Burn up till you can’t burn no mo’
Rock my chain er’where I go
Smoke till you can’t smoke no mo’
Choke till you can’t choke no mo’
Work till you can’t work no mo’
I’m rich I can’t go work no mo’

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Roscoe Dash]
Turn up
All I know is turn up
Smokin’ like a hippie, all I do is burn up
All in V.I.P., and they be actin’ like they know us
I’m like we..turnt up
Excuse me while I turn up
All dese hoes be choosey, but I turned it up the whole way
I done turned up on da wrong
I be turned up off da cold
All these niggas mad cuz I be pullin’ all they hoes
First I get ’em to the room
They be turnt up out they clothes liiiiiike
Annd I be goin’ ham
I don’t think these niggas really know just who I am
Dis is R-O-S-C-O-E Dash
And I’m about to cap it
But for short you can just call me Mr. Way To Turnt Up For That Sag

[Chorus]

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Bounty Killer Praises DJ Khaled Says Tony Matterhorn Ungrateful

Bounty Killer praises DJ Khaled and blasts Tony Matterhorn calling him ungrateful.

Back in the 1990s, DJ Khaled use to spend a lot of time in Jamaica while he was an upcoming DJ and back then sound system selectors/DJs like Tony Matterhorn and Foota Hype were much bigger than Khaled. These days Khaled is as big as they get as a DJ. His new album Grateful is currently number one on the Billboard 200 chart.

Bounty Killer posted an old photo of Matterhorn and Khaled on Instagram last weekend but it’s his caption that is getting the most attention. “When @djkhaled was a smaller selector for @toneymatterhorn4 look who made it big today ungratefulness is a bitch big up @DjKhaled who has the #1 album out now with the name Grateful alway be grateful folks,” the dancehall legend said.

Tony Matterhorn is not taking the disrespect very well.

When @djkhaled was a smaller selector for @toneymatterhorn4 look who made it big today ungratefulness is a bitch big up @DjKhaled who has the #1 album out now with the name Grateful alway be grateful folks??: #Repost @whaddatcom (@get_repost) ??? #WHADDAT #SelectorSaturday #ultimatethrowback @tonymatterhorn4 and @djkhaled "selecting" on the home stereo system @solidagency ?? for @grunggaadzilla #bountykiller private #birthdayparty #2001 #prwparty #friendsandfamonly #nowselectahasweentahinside #tingcalled #onediscplayer ?? #majorkey ? #wedabest #tonymatterhorn #djkhaled #Jamaica

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Konshens – Jamaican Dance Lyrics

KONSHENS
Jamaican Dance Lyrics

Come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance
Music for the world
Keep the music pumpin and the people jumpin
Are you ready to let loose
Rick LP, Elephant Man, and Konshens in the house
Are you ready to party
Eh oh oh I just wanna see you smile
Eh oh oh if only for a little while
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Eh oh come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance
Tonight,we’ll all be drinking the rum
Tonight, we’ll invite all our friends to come
Tonight we’re gonna party til the rising sun and we’ll just go on and on
and on
Tonight the palm trees will sway to the beat
Tonight dancing in sand in bare feet
Tonight you and I will be complete
And we’ll just go on and on and on
Sunshine girls in bikkinis and piña coladas
Men that’s the life
Oh we play all day long but we live for the night
Eh oh oh I just wanna see you smile
Eh oh oh if only for a little while
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Eh oh come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance
Eh oh oh just let all your worries go
Eh oh oh come on and do it nice and slow
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance
Tonight I know that there’s one for me
Tonight we’ll all sing the melody
Tonight like two hearts in harmony
Tonight they’ll be no one else for me
Watch the gal them a mash up the place
Start wine gal move to the bass
Get mad show them say your bad when you take the floor they better give you
space
Man I offer to buy you champagne by the case
DJ know the way when big song a play
Oh we play all day long but we live for the night
Eh oh oh I just wanna see you smile
Eh oh oh if only for a little while
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance
Eh oh oh just let all your worries go
Eh oh oh come on and do it nice and slow
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance

Raise your hands up in the air
Cuz soon it will be everywhere
And once it starts it never stops
We jump up, we fall down, we jump, jump up all night long
Eh oh oh I just wanna see you smile
Eh oh oh if only for a little while
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Eh oh come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance
Eh oh oh just let all your worries go
Eh oh oh come on and do it nice and slow
Eh oh oh let the music put you in a trance
Come on and pump and do the Jamaican dance

From the east, from the west, and the north and to the south
I love the way the ladies move tonight
You’ve got to move your body cuz you know that your pretty in the musical
party

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Glitter

Lyrics to ‘Glitter’ by Tyler, The Creator:

–Intro–
Da na na na na
Da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby

You’ve been on my mind
(How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

–Hook–
Firework
I feel like glitter, and every time you come around
I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I wanna give my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time

–Verse 1–
Ayo
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one, ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck, then bill me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner got the heat like wait
Got the shit, its all up on that head
I use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 4-5-7 track, 8 for me
Babydoll, I hope you agree
Because you light my

–Hook–
Firework
I feel like glitter, and every time you come around
I feel like glitter
(How you feel?)
You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?)
You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

–Verse 2–
Yeah
Look at my face, look at that jaw
This is north side and yeah I can’t lie
We ain’t workout, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, gotta limo
Pills, can’t see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you in the L
‘Could be a DJ, when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t
(?)
I’m parkin’ in quicksand, wait-
Please don’t save me

–Outro–
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

Scum Fuck Flower Boy
Scum Fuck Flower Boy

[Answering Machine]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection

–Tyler, the Creator–
“Fuck”

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Sevyn Streeter – Soon As I Get Home (Girl Disrupted Album)

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Verse 1]
On right now and I’m feeling the drink
I had like 2 or 3 and I’m on right now
I came ready to play
Baddies in a full circle tonight
You know why I came
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Pre-Chorus]
2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Verse 2]
All my ladies, drop it to the floor
And if you got a [?]
Fellas, if you got a girl, don’t [?]
Just live it up tonight, live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we in this 2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Outro]
Now we in this 2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time