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DJ Fresh & Diplo – Bang Bang (feat. R. City, Selah Sue & Craig David)

[Chorus: R. City]
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
(Boomerang!)
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang

[Verse 1: R. City]
Well they call me a murderer
If you let me get too close, I will be hurtin’ ya
When I got you feeling good, by [?] you should
[?] criminal police like me do

[Pre-Chorus: Selah Sue]
I feel your heartbeat
Every day and every night, every night
And your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
I can’t live, can’t breath
I just need you by my side, by my side
Cause your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
Like a homicide

[Chorus: R. City]
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground

[Verse 2: Craig David]
Bang, bang, hit the ground
It’s a murder just to hear man down
Back it up like champion sound
DJ press rewind, come back ’round
Never thought that you would do me like that
After holding you down up in these streets
Especially as it was only last night
You were looking back at me in my sheets, yeah
It feels like nobody knows
Blood staining out my clothes, pulling me with such force
I never felt this before
When you pull out your gun and let the bullet go
Shoot in my heart and once I hit the floor

[Pre-Chorus: Selah Sue]
I feel your heartbeat
Every day and every night, every night
And your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
I can’t live, can’t breath
I just need you by my side, by my side
Cause your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
Like a homicide

[Chorus: R. City]
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground

[Breakdown: R. City]
Bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang

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TINIE TEMPAH – Chasing Flies lyrics

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

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Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies (feat. Nea)

[Intro: Man & Nea]
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

[Intro: Man & Nea]
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

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Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies lyrics

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

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Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles (On The Ellen Show) (Live)

Black beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Gettin’ so cold I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin’ "everybody’s famous"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trollin’

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Watch me break the money machine till her clothes fall
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
My Chapos servin’ yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowin’ reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowin’ OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

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LUPE FIASCO – Jump lyrics

Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Lupe Fiasco – Jump lyrics

Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Poison – Every Rose Has It’s Thorn

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love’s a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know?
Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though it’s been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved a love that night if I’d known what to say
Instead of makin’ love we both made our separate ways
And now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

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Lethal Bizzle – Round Here Lyrics

[Intro: Lethal Bizzle]
Biz
Giggs
Yo

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]
Check 1, four fizzy in the air
One shot, two shot, three shot, clear
And you know that we got a transit spare
Case we gotta run up on your rer
Man don’t care if you go gym and you [?]
Or if you rock Moncler
Talking tough? Man might call that bluff
Then next thing you know, you disappear
Dear oh dear, I don’t wanna hear no he said, she said
He’s gonna do that, my G, you’re on ket
Badboy on the internet
But in real life, man ah man know that you’re just wet
Talk out the side of your mout, but one thing I know
My name, you’re gonna respect
Violation or wasting my time
You already know that’s something I won’t let
Man wanna go on like some Musketeer
Talk about P, my P, you’re not near
500 when I step into gear
Look in the rear view, don, you’re not there
Ten years plus, yo, I know it’s not fair
And I’ll do another ten, I can see clear
I’m on a different page
Two seventeen, I’m on a different wave

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man’s that kid that’s local, vocal
DJ, mix that Pro Tool
He say, she say, so-called, so what?
Babe, quick, get that phone call
If that strap’s got sixteen bullets
Man gon’ get that total
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Greaze, greaze, greaze
It’s that kid that flipped that token
Grabbed that, left that broken
It’s that kid that lit that spliff
What, Biz, what? Get that potion
It’s that kid that knocked that door
What? Knock-knock, kicked that open
Greaze, greaze, please
Leave man, please
Man just crept and tiptoed and hold ’em
Clip the prick that’s been chosen
Man just lit the pricks up and smoke ’em
Man get lifted and soaken
Man get gassed up off all this social
Man’s got big shit in motion
Man’s too sick to be loafing, joking
Man’s too big to be boasting

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Outro: Flowdan]
London boys
(Trackerz)

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Lupe Fiasco feat. Gizzle – Jump Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco)
Gold medals, them my role models
Rolling old models, lowered old schools
Flowing cold and going gold follows
Flower bearing, call it petals to the floor
Power sharing, call it devils to the door
Power, power, til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be dropping at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trapping with no ni**as
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, cracking off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, Now here’s my proposition
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit em
Then we take em to the radio, the DJ better spin em
Then we take em to the record store and sell a couple million

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco)
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that Superstar s**t, she wanted something for the streets
Said it might take bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil more info on exactly what I write
Some details bout a female, bout your life and what you like
She said, My life is like a bi**h, and I’m just like my life
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them ni**as started bussing
Like that boycott was over and that….overcoming
She said, ni**a hit the gas, went from zero to a hunnid
Now we running from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hanging out the window with that thumper she was dumping
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cumming
We was swerving, jumped the curb
And di**hed the whip and started running
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathing hard
And she was sitting there smoking kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like What is this?
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, what the f**k?

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 3 – Gizzle)
Well now this the s**t I’m talking bout, the s**t that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bi**h feel right at home
Now where the bi**hes?
Get them intergalactic asses to clapping
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trapping
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn getting a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standing there just looking, ni**a? Turn that s**t up
Hop in some of this alien pu**y, let me know how it work
I’m just saying, I’m gong be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, ni**a, nah ni**a
I ain’t in no rush

(Verse 4 – Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy f**k that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flying saucer pilot
But first thing’s gong be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, ni**a

(Chorus – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
Ni**a we’re going home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care no!

(Outro – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do
Like I ain’t bout to pass up on all this s**t, you see this?
Like we time jumping and s**t
You wanna go back and do what, just rap?
You can rap up here!
Yeah ni**a, just rap
No you can’t, ni**a, this is space
You can’t, f**k that, we going home
DROGAS!

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Doe Boy – Gang (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
All fuck niggas exit the building
Right now
Gang in the building
Gang gang

[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Tell your partner you don’t never want no problems with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah bitch you know I’m know I’m out here wildin’ with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whoo! Don’t make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain’t never gotta ask you know I be that we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
All my niggas really in these streets
Better not fuck with me
We gon’ pull up ’bout a hundred deep
You not touching me
10 chains ’round my neck, and I dare you try to reach
You must thought this shit was sweet
Pussy boy you ’bout to see
Got them choppers outside, we gon’ take your life boy
I ain’t trynna throw no hands, you see all this ice boy
Brought them pistols to the party, no we do not fight boy
Put them shooters on yo’ ass, better not touch my white boy (oh really)
Yeah they had me down to roll, whole city screaming free me (free Doe)
Let me out of jail ‘cuz they know the streets need me (gang gang)
Rubber band money gang don’t play [?]
Wildin’ with the gang stomp a nigga in these Yeezy’s
Hey!

[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah bitch you know I’m know I’m out here wildin’ with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whoo! Don’t make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain’t never gotta ask you know I be that we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

[Bridge: Doe Boy & Machine Gun Kelly]
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (ay Doe!)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (gunner!)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (ah!)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (ay!)

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Y’all be trynna talk, I ain’t trynna talk
I be with that scrappin’ in the yard, get that fucking chalk
Get yo’ bitch
Jefe jefe jefe what they call me I’m just twenty-six
See what happens in the club yo’ DJ doesn’t play my shit (ooh ooh)
Ah! Bitch I’m turnt up off the Hen’
I be wildin’ with my gang like I just got up out the pen’
Never sober, I be smokin’ soon as I get out the bed
‘Cuz I ain’t never felt the same since they put pistols to my head (BOOM)
Make some room
What the fuck they gon’ do
Tie that flag around my forehead, I’m EST ’till my tomb
This that gang gang, that double X, and I rep the set with no rules
Homie, what?
Tell your partner you don’t never want no problems with my

[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah bitch you know I’m know I’m out here wildin’ with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whoo! Don’t make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain’t never gotta ask you know I be that we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

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Future – Freestyle (no autotune) Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro in this muthafucka nigga
I don’t need no autotune for this, ya heard me
Freeband gang
(The coolest DJ in the world)

[Verse 1]
Stress all in a nigga shoulders, feel it in my backbone
Trials and tribulations taking the pain with an advil
Rich gang la familia, last night was mad real
Texts in my phone playing jealousy and hatred, misery loves company
But I’m going on vacation, put the herb on rotation, you bite the hand that feed you
You can take a nigga heart but you can’t the mind
I got the braincells of a billionaire, I wake up and fly anywhere, fly nigga anywhere
It’s Klein-Davis, I’m fucking up club sofas
With my [?] bustin roaches with ashes on ashes
Spaceships and stars, I see snakes in the yard but I can deal with ’em
These bitches eat pussy better than me, I choke her while I fuck her, can’t nobody do it like me
(Yeah she know dat)
Callin’ this hoe my girl had to be on Molly and E
What the fuck I was on man? I’m tripping off that good codeine and kush
Fuckin’ up [?] Imma’ keep it on pushing cause it ain’t fuckin’ up my limits
Turn my weakness into strength, now forever scripting
Let a hoe ride first class put your shit in the bentley, man what’s goin’ on?
Put my codeine on swishers
Fuck it I love it, I taste it
It’s so strange, but it make the pain go away, (DJ ESCO), it make the pain go away
When you frustrated cause you been a good nigga, when you was a crook nigga tryna’ play it by the book nigga
And got played by a crook, nigga, it ain’t easy at it look nigga
But God got his eyes on me
Like Whitney on the track
I will always love you for having me recognize the reality of karma
Future Hendrix

[Outro]
You runnin’ low on drank nigga
Right now you in a movie
Directed by Future
Escomoe City

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Tory Lanez – Shut Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Stupid ass lil bitch
Let me introduce you to this motherfucker, bitch

[Verse 1]
Okay, I scorched out that mirror
Bake shakin’ my mirror
Times is talkin’, that’s D
Can’t speak, I’m not clear
Bitch, I ain’t no fair
Wild buck ’cause you stare
2 seater McLauren
Hit the broad and I clear
Any niggas try pook one on son
Shoot that nigga like one on one
I be in the B nigga, come on, come
Bakes knockin’ like ba dum dum
Lookin’ in my watch, see 10 in it
Everythin’ I got, got a B in it
Benzes, Benjamins
At Benihannas, I been spendin’
I fly the nigga, I’m finna stunt
Whip elephant, trunk in the front
I hit it once and then I jump
To the next hoe, I’m finna fuck
I drop her off, don’t pick her up
Got a white girl, she thin as fuck
But she rich enough to get a Fendy truck
So I’m in her jump like when I cut

[Hook]
When I’m in a thot, don’t you hoes tell me nothin’
When I’m in the spot, don’t you hoes tell me nothin’
Pull up in a drop, can a hoe tell me nothin’
Pulled it off the lot and I drove like it’s nothin’
Say nothin’, like what, what, hey what, shut up
What, say what, say what, shut up
What, say what, say what, shut up
Say what, say what, say what, shut up

[Verse 2]
I came here like uh
Fucked your bitch on accident
She smoke the dope like uh
She sittin’ back, I’m cappin’ it, I’m ’bout it
Nigga, got a lil swave brain right there, nigga
It’s a lil too much swave
Okay, the realest nigga, your orcha
Smoked the dope in my hard top
Bitches all on my dick
Find a job and get a part time
Why you hatin’ on me for?
Why the fuck you want our time?
With money spend, they callin’ me
Like everybody on your line
Had a rich lil extra one
She got cake and that paper on
She ain’t here but that money round
I dick her down and I take it from her
Swave shark, no khakis
Tonight I might fuck that bitch
And I ain’t fuck for like 2 weeks
So I used your girl for my practise
I say how’d I do that? How’d I do that?
Fly your bitch out, tell her boo that
Parlez vous francais, shawty party out in Paris
And rendez-vous back
Baby, you naughty, I’m nice
Sippin’ that lotty on ice, blue top Bugatti I drive
Sippin’ hypnotic while tippin’ that body
And whippin’ Bugatti all at the same time
That’s swave nigga, swave nigga
Killin’ that pussy, I grave dig her
Look at my seats, that’s swave, nigga
Motherfuck your DJ, nigga
He ain’t got no T Lanez, nigga
He ain’t got no Kanye, nigga
Fuck you talkin’ nigga, slow your talkin’
Wanna close your mouth and just say nigga, let’s go

[Hook]
When I’m in a thot, don’t you hoes tell me nothin’
When I’m in the spot, don’t you hoes tell me nothin’
Pull up in a drop, can a hoe tell me nothin’
Pulled it off the lot and I drove like it’s nothin’
Say nothin’, like what, what, hey what, shut up
What, say what, say what, shut up
What, say what, say what, shut up
Say what, say what, say what, shut up

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Hardwell – No Holding Back (feat. Craig David)

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

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

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

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

Girl, you shine so bright Yeah now I’ve seen the light
When I’m with you it’s just like
Them other girls they fade to white
When a girl like you comes by
You gotta think about what’s right
You know, you know, you know, you know

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

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

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

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

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Future – Drippin

[Intro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
DJ EscoMoeCity, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin’ planet
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
I’m a big timer, baby, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
Got bottles on me right now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Verse 1]
I’m drippin’ flavor, you just a traitor
No sports agent, I am a player
I’m at the Four Seasons like I’m on vacation
Tryna count some paper everyday I wake up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m runnin’ these bands way up
Louboutins on my feet gettin’ laced up
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, it’s perfect timer
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, I’m tryna find her
I got fine bitches on me just like Chyna
Here’s a chance for you to prove it girl, line up
Ain’t no pressure, got a drapper bustin’ diamonds
If you care about her, put her in designer

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
I could pay your rent right now, how you love that?
I could pay your bills right now, how you love that?
I buy you a brand new car, how you love that?
I’m standin’ on the bar, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Bridge]
Foreign automobiles, spinnin’ these wheels, yeah-yeah-yeah
Take the top off a seal, take the top off a seal and pour it
Make me some Codeine I want it, make me some bars I want it
I got a feelin’ she want me like I want her

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?

[Outro]
You need that drip, you wanna drip
I show you drip, I’mma get on that drip
Like to drip, they like to drip
You wanna drip, you know we drip
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

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Chinx Drugz – Holla Then (feat. Meet Sims)

[Hook]
Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
I just blew a check
Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
Young nigga laughing to the bank
She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
Never talking much, tell em holler then
Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

[Verse 1]
Both hands, my Vs up, ain’t talking bout Virginia [?]
Wide body, they freeze up, slide with something slender nigga
Drink when I want, smoke when I want
If you stick to the script, how you change up the story
Alligator my watch, call it crocodile dungeon
Your bitch stay on the jock, like the hand of [?]
Nigga dripping in water, neck’s all frigid
VH1, E channel, know you see us on TV
From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez
Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit
From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez
Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit

[Hook]
Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
I just blew a check
Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
Young nigga laughing to the bank
She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
Never talking much, tell em holler then
Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

[Verse 2]
Hate to fall from this height, bounce back
Take a selfie in the mirror and shawty make it bounce back
Versace on my face cause the coupe from [?] space
And this bitch is all white like heaven, open up the gates
So before you drop it boil in the water like the eye
Got a main bitch and another on the side
Four car garage, which one I’ll decide
Fuck up out my dope house, hurry up and buy
Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45
Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time
Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45
Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time

[Hook]
Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
I just blew a check
Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
Young nigga laughing to the bank
She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
Never talking much, tell em holler then
Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

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Run DMC – Jam-Master Jay (Run-Dmc Deluxe Reissue Album)

Kick off shoes, jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock
His name is Jay and he’s on his way
To be the best DJ in the US of A

J-a-y are the letters of his name
Cutting and scratching are the aspects of his game
So check out the Master as he cuts these jams
And look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, 1 2 3
Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C

He’s Jam Master Jay, the big beat blaster
He gets better cause he knows he has to
In ’84 he’ll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam Master

We’re live as can be but we’re not singing the blues
We got to tell all y’all the good news
The good news is that there is a crew
Not 5, not 4, not 3, just 2
2 MC’s who are claiming the fame
And all other things won’t be the same
Beacause it’s about time for a brand new group
Run-D.M.C. to put you up on the scoop
We make the fly girls scream in ecstacy
We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
We put all the fellas in a daze
It’s everyone that we amaze
And we got the master of a disco scratch
There’s not a break that he can’t catch
Jam Master Jay that is his name
And all wild DJ’s he will tame
Behind the turntables is where he stands
Then there is the movement of his hands
So when asked who’s the best, y’all should say:
"Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay"

Jam Master Jay is the one in charge
It’s up to him to rock beats that are truly large
He is the master of the scratch and cut
So move your arms, so move your legs
So won’t you move your butt

We’re not talking ground, we’re not talking sky
We’re not talking low, we’re not talking high
We’re not talking big, we’re not talking small
We want all of the people on off the wall
We’re not talking night, we’re not talking day
But we’re talking bout Jam Master Jay

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Gucci Mane – Nonchalant

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

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Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles (feat. Gucci Mane) (On The Honda Stage) (Live)

Black beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Gettin’ so cold I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin’ "everybody’s famous"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trollin’

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Watch me break the money machine till her clothes fall
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
My Chapos servin’ yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowin’ reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowin’ OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

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Injury Reserve – All Quiet On The West Side (Floss Album)

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

[Verse: Ritchie with a T]
Yo check it, let everybody know
We need niggas from all sides on go
Someone hit the eses on the west coast
And the niggas from the south the be tipping on 44’s
They be singing Friday on a Friday
But please don’t play my song nigga this ain’t my day
We can have a party and do it five ways
We can put the PA by the fireplace
Ask your boy if he wants to DJ
I’m trying to hear some “Hey Ya,” Andre 3k
I’m trying to hear some Estelle, “American Boy”
The neighbors better not complain about no damn noise
And if the cops come scream “Fuck five-o”
Okay one more time nigga “Fuck five-o”
Just make sure nobody opens the front door
I don’t care if they put the lights through the window
We ain’t coming together for no answers
The only thing we agree on is fuck cancer
Someone play that Thugger, that “Fuck Cancer”
Shout out to my mom, nigga, fuck cancer
And to the white kids: please don’t say it
And my nigga with the strap: please don’t spray it
Matter a fact, nigga please don’t bring it
And if you know the words nigga please go sing it

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

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Gucci Mane – Nonchalant (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

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Eric Bellinger – Black Beatles (Remix)

[Intro]
This gon’ be your favorite song
It’s Easy

[Hook]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release cash, watch it fall slowly, yeah
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Verse 1]
Gettin’ so cold, I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothin’ to explain
Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ black Beatle
Cream seats in the regal
Rockin’ John Lennon lenses
Like the scene spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club
Let her party on the table
Screamin’ everybody famous
Like clockwork I blow it up
And some more
Get you somebody that can do both, yeah
Black Beatles got the babes belly rollin’
She think she love me
I think she trollin’

[Hook]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release cash, watch it fall slowly, yeah
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Bridge]
This is gonna be your favorite song
I know, all over again
This is gonna be your favorite song
You know, all over again
This is gonna be your favorite song
I know, all over again

[Hook]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release cash, watch it fall slowly, yeah
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Outro]
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be, your favorite song
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be, all over again
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be, this gon’ be your fav
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be, I don’t have to fight it
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be, I know you a fan
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be
This gon’ be, baby, this gon’ be
It’s Easy
‘Cause I’m your baby
You know I’m your man
Can’t nobody do it better
Can’t nobody do it better
Can’t nobody get you wetter
Who else got that shit together
Like me, like me, like me?
Who got the boys in the squad like me?
Like me, yeah
Who else can live and they bad
Like me, like me?
Yeah, who work a pen and a pad
Like me, like me?
I’ll wait

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Rihanna – Get Up, Stand Up Lyrics

[Chorus]
Get up, stand up
Throw your hands up high
Get up, stand up
We’ll set it off tonight
Get up, stand up
Throw your hands up high
Get up, stand up
We’ll set it off tonight

[Verse 1]
Wake up everybody, get up out of your seat
No more holdin’ back now, are you feelin’ this heat?
So tell the DJ turn it up until you’re satisfied
And if they try to shut us down it’s gonna be a fight

[Chorus]
Get up, stand up
Throw your hands up high
Get up, stand up
We’ll set it off tonight
Get up, stand up
Throw your hands up high
Get up, stand up
We’ll set it off tonight

[Verse 2]
Wake up all you playas, spend your money tonight
Ladies are you with me? Are you feelin’ this vibe?
The party can’t get started ’til you get on the floor
So check your wiggles at the door, tell me what you waitin’ for?

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Gucci Mane – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on atheletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley braclets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defenseless
They love me like its lil christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love form the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Produced By Mike WiLL Made It]

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Migos – So Sick Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
So sick, so sick, so sick
Achoo
Fucking with the bird got sick
Fucking with the bird got sick

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Got bands like I play with the Nets
So sick, pass me the Kleenex
So sick, wipe my nose with the check
Touch down in a 2012 jet
Plugged in, ain’t talking Internet
Make movie like Cinemax
Bad bih know how to cook crack
Now the whole hood going in a trap attack
Got the feet itching like chicken pox
Got a nigga mad cause a nigga re-rock
Ice on my neck looking like a freeze pop
Got the bitch sucking on my dick like a ring pop
Quick to shoot a nigga just like a slingshot
Top shooter nigga put me on top shot
Came from the bottom now a nigga at the top
Shawty got sick when she seen the top drop

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 2: Offset]
Leopard print Versace, I look like I belong in a zoo
Diamonds so cold, caught the flu
So sick, make a young nigga puke
In the lab smoking gas like Snoop
Sipping on the lean like the shit hot soup
Finessing on the plug with the Reggie Bush juke
And I keep the blow like a nigga play the flute
Coughing on the gas, bronchitis
In the kitchen water whipping, making Miley Cyrus
Pot is so sick like the shroom caught a virus
Pockets on fat while you niggas on a diet
Fucking with the squad, he done start a double riot
Bounce nigga shit, I don’t stand in line
Bad bitches in the club sniffing my lines
Water whip the brick, hit it with the blowdryer

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Fucking with the birds on the counter, bird flu
[?] dripping on a nigga, need a towel
Beat a nigga in the wind, make a nigga throw the towel
GT Benz and just got a [?]
[?] .45 go bow
Spent 10 racks on a sick Audemar
Put a H in my bedroom, put a H in the car
[?] coupe make the whip look sick
Think I’m a DJ with the work, remix
Red on the bottom of the shoe, piru
Wrist sick like Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Got a bad ass bih and she dripping Swagu
So sick, sneezing on the track, achoo
Black and white coupe look like an 8-ball
Green diamonds on my pinky like a [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

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Bigbang – We Like 2 Party (Made Album)

Where the, where the party at?
And you don’t stop, and we won’t stop

Where the, where the party at?
And you don’t stop, and we won’t stop

오늘도 친구들이 왔어
Man how you been? What’s up?
Aye 여기 한 잔만 줄래
제일 늦게 마시는 사람 술래
그냥 섞어 마셔 champagne
And if you know what I’m sayin’
내 손목을 보니 시간은 금이야
불금이야 You dig?
우린 젊기에 후회 따윈 내일 해
조금 위험해
(Aye man you better slow it down)
다시 돌아오지 않을 오늘을 위해
저 하늘을 향해 건배해

We like 2 party, yeah yeah yeah
We like 2 party 머리 위에 해 뜰 때까지
We like 2 party, yeah yeah yeah
We like 2 party 서쪽에서 해 뜰 때까지

오래간만에 불장난해
지금 이 순간 나랑 같이 밖에 나갈래
시끌 시끌 분위기는 환상
겁이 없는 멋쟁이들 꽐라
여기저기 널부러진 Opus One 에
마무리는 달콤하게 D’yquem
너는 빼지 않지 가지 함께 천국까지
맨 정신은 반칙

우린 젊기에 후회 따윈 내일 해
조금 위험해
(Aye man you better slow it down)
다시 돌아오지 않을 오늘을 위해
저 하늘을 향해 건배해

We like 2 party, yeah yeah yeah
We like 2 party 머리 위에 해 뜰 때까지
We like 2 party, yeah yeah yeah
We like 2 party 서쪽에서 해 뜰 때까지

너 없인 미쳐버리겠어
DJ play a love song
나 취한 게 아냐 네가 보고 싶어 죽겠어
So DJ play a love song

We like 2 party, yeah yeah yeah
We like 2 party 머리 위에 해 뜰 때까지
We like 2 party, yeah yeah yeah
We like 2 party 서쪽에서 해 뜰 때까지

Where the, where the party at?
And you don’t stop, and we won’t stop

Where the, where the party at?
And you don’t stop, and we won’t stop

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Charli XCX – T.K.O. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
[?] night at the club, got my gloves on
Swishy, swishy gold locks, ponytail [?]
Let me see the gloves [?], dressed up like a champion
Whip it, whip it good, DJ touch me, ’cause I’m hollering
Feeling super fly, heavyweight across the line
Yes, I’m kinda drunk, but I just came to have a good time
That guy on the corner keeps on looking at my behind
What you looking at [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war

[Chorus]
(Hya!) I do karate
(Hya!) I do judo
(Hya!) I do kickboxing
[?] T.K.O

[Verse 2]
What a sucker, think he wants to step into the ring
Staring at my chest, boy put you eyes where I can see them
Hands off, don’t touch, I’m not your property, I’m leaving
Pester me again, I’m gonna have to kick your teeth in
Oh now he’s laughing with his friends making fun of me [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war
I wanna start a war

[Chorus]
(Hya!) I do karate
(Hya!) I do judo
(Hya!) I do kickboxing
[?] T.K.O

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R.E.M. – Radio Song

Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Ah, yo turn to that station

The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it

When I got to the house
And I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song on the radio
Makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet, that radio song (see ya)
Hey, hey, hey (ha-ha)

I’ve everything to hide (everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song and the DJ sucks
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off (turn it off)
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey

The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
Yeah

I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song (man) hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

I’ve everything to show (everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it
Hey, hey, hey

hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey (yeah, hup)
Hey, hey, hey (say what, say what, say what?)
Hey, hey, hey

Check it out
What are you saying, what are you playing?
Who are you obeying, day-out, day-in, huh?
Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their life, radio listeners

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Lindsay Lohan – Rumors

Saturday, steppin’ into the club
Somebody wanna tell DJ to turn it up
I feel the energy all around
And my body can’t stop moving to the sound

But I can tell that you’re watching me
And you’re probably gonna write what you didn’t see
Well I just need a little space to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy

Why can’t you just let me
Do the things I wanna do
I just wanna be me
I don’t understand why
Would you wanna bring me down
If I’m only having fun
I’m going live my life
(not the way you want me to)

I’m tired of rumors starting
I’m sick of being followed
I’m tired of people lying
Sayin’ what they want about me
Why can’t they back up off me
Why can’t they let me live
I’m gonna do it my way
Take this for just what it is

Here we are back up in the club
People taking pictures
Don’t you think they get enough
I just wanna be all over the floor
And throw my hands up in the air to the beat like (What?)

I’ve gotta say respectfully
I would like it if you take the cameras off of me
Cause I just want a little room to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy

Why can’t you just let me
Do the things I wanna do
I just wanna be me
I don’t understand why
Would you wanna bring me down
If I’m only having fun
I wanna live my life
(not the way you want me to)

I’m tired of rumors starting
I’m sick of being followed
I’m tired of people lying
Sayin’ what they want about me
Why can’t they back up off me
Why can’t they let me live
I’m gonna do it my way
Take this for just what it is

I just need to free my mind (my mind)
Just wanna dance and have a good time (good time)

I’m tired of rumors (rumors)
Followed (followed, followed, followed, followed, followed)

What they (follow) me
Why can’t they (they they they-they-they) let me live

Take this for just what it is

I’m tired of rumors starting
I’m sick of being followed
I’m tired of people lying
Sayin’ what they want about me
Why can’t they back up off me
Why can’t they let me live
I’m gonna do it my way
Take this for just what it is

I’m tired of rumors starting
I’m sick of being followed
I’m tired of people lying
Sayin’ what they want about me
Why can’t they back up off me
Why can’t they let me live
I’m gonna do it my way
Take this for just what it is

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Robbie Williams – Rock DJ

Me with the floorshow
Kickin’ with your torso
Boys getting high
And the girls even more so
Wave your hands if your not with the man
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
I got
(Funk)
You got
(Soul)
We got everybody
I’ve got the gift
Gonna stick it in the goal
It’s time to move your body

Babylon back in business
Can I get a witness?
Every girl, every man
Houston, do you hear me?
Ground control, can you feel me?
Need permission to land
I don’t wanna rock, DJ
But your making me feel so nice
When’s it gonna stop, DJ?
Cos you’re keepin’ me up all night

Singin’ in the classes
Music for your masses
Give no head
No backstage passes
Have a proper giggle
I’ll be quite polite
But when I rock the mic
I rock the mic
(Right)
You got no love, then you’re with the wrong man
It’s time to move your body
If you can’t get a girl
But your best friend can
It’s time to move your body

I don’t wanna be sleazy
Baby just tease me
Got no family planned
Houston, do you hear me?
Ground control, can you feel me?
Need permission to land
I don’t wanna rock DJ
But you’re making me feel so nice
When’s it gonna stop, DJ?
Cos you’re keeping me up all night

I don’t wanna rock, DJ
But you’re making me feel so nice
When’s it gonna stop, DJ?
Cos your keeping me up all night

Pimpin’ aint easy
Most of them fleece me
Every night
Pimpin’ ain’t easy
But if you’re sellin’ it
It’s alright

Come on

I don’t wanna rock, DJ
But you’re making me feel so nice
When’s it gonna stop, DJ?
Cos you’re keeping me up all night

I don’t wanna rock, DJ
But you’re making me feel so nice
When’s it gonna stop, DJ?
Cos you’re keeping me up all night