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Kevin Gates – Double Dutch Lyrics

I hope you know I ain’t just rappin’ with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin’ different
My nuts be hangin’ to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin’ with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I’m not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts Play this song
[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre you wanna come out here? I’m up in rank and mutual con, I got mayco and fog
I got bricks of that perico, I’m a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn’t kill my way to the ClearPort
But where I’m from, you want respect, you gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this call, this lil’ bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow, grip her fine ass
Our videos, we don’t post, old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast, look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose, if they ever wanna approach
[Chorus]
Like what’s happenin’ with you? I hope you know I ain’t just rappin’ with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin’ different
My nuts be hangin’ to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin’ with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I’m not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
[Verse 3]
Amsterdam, by the water, bitch, I’m in a dam with it
Used to do Camaro’s on a slab with the wham in it
Now I’m seeing things, living foreign, sippin’ teas, I’m important
Yellow thing, we recording, riding me like a ‘Rari
I’ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I’m scarred
Like a [?], big dreams, got ’em all (Thumbin’ through it)
I’m in magazines, I don’t pour it
I’m takin’ chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me, probably wouldn’t know what disaster was
Phone number’s platinum, I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to, you not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe, no one in the passenger
[Chorus]
She like, what’s happenin’ with you? I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10,000 angels with me, you know what I’m saying
[?] was knowing how I was coming
[Verse 2]
Division 9 gang members saying they gon’ fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch, like why this bitch ain’t flyin’ yet? Ay,  please leave me alone
I’m on the Breadwinner swim team
I dived into you shit
[Verse 1]
Every  night I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody  try me and don’t top me‚ then they coming with me
You just be talkin’‚ I be stalkin’ with that mini Glizzy
You  ever cross me‚ I’ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin’ all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol’ Muslim up in rank, and I’m like Jeff Fort
[Bridge]
Bread Winner‚ big driver
Bitch,  you ain’t living like I’m living, you a dick rider
Bread Winner‚ big driver
Bitch, you ain’t living like I’m living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I’m moving in the signs of these nine you heard me? Who  you talking up?

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Belly – Dust Lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana]
[?] jetski’s puerto rico waters
Cash for foregins
Call me Aston Martin Lawrence
Florence, the machine hunnit round machine of Florance
In the hood robbin, robbing hood feed the homeless
[?]
[?]
Rip the top off my wrist [?] left hook
Hurricane Chris left hook, Westbrooke
Diamond chains how you looking like stinky fingers
I be [?] with the technique
My V103 like bread street
Thats straight cash, me and Belly with [?]
40 sound like a plane crash

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Verse 2: Belly]
I’ve been reala
My pen illa’ (aye)
You softer than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla (yeah)
[?] who got the keys to my beamer
The [?] (aye)
Fuck the clout we define the culture
So they keep us in the vault just to sign the vultures (yeah)
Designer holsters, ferragamo loafers
Ove time, still balling thought my time was over (look)
Look, up north I’m the [?] and the duck sauce (woo)
Tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off (yeah)
No love lost, but you know that love costs
You made me go and get my heart knock the dust off
Dust, dust off
Dust, dust off
[?], dust off
Shake the motherfucking dust off

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Outro: Belly]
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling calling
Dust, dust, dust, dust off
Dust, dust, dust, dust off

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Marc Anthony – Esta Rico lyrics

[Intro: Will Smith, Bad Bunny & Marc Anthony]
Marc Anthony
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be
Will Smith
Haciendo historia
Haha, woo

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste, la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony]
Que esto está rico
Está rico
Está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico

[Verso 1: Will Smith]
Hola, yes, it’s the Prince
In an unmarked car with the tints
Marc Anthony with the new anthem
Yeah, I know, is a lil’ intense
Ferragamo on the collar
We gon’ mash a throttle in Miami harbor
Girl, you want me like a shadow
You make the move, make it matter
Hey now, well I guess we can play now
Blend my Philly way now
With your latina sway now
Sacude tu cadera (pull up!)
Always taking pictures (woo!)
Laughing, blowing kisses
I think you’re delicious
Marc, what this is?

[Coro: Marc Anthony & Will Smith]
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Que está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
Ey, si tú tienes un novio, mami, no lo digas
Enamora’o de ese culo, Dios lo bendiga
Ey, tráete a tus amigas
Dura, dura, dura, ella no tiene liga
Desde aquí pa’l bote
Chiquita con el booty bien grandote
Me lo hace ricote (ye)
Me pone bellaco y hace que se note
Échate el spray
Vamos pa’ la sombra que hoy te voy hacer las de Grey (¡wouh!)
Si quieres te echo otro pero dame un break

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
(Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 3: Marc Anthony]
¿Dónde?
Donde sea rico si es contigo
Da lo mismo Nueva York o Londres
Si quieres te llevo a Puerto Rico
Y lo hacemos rico

[Puente: Will Smith & Marc Anthony]
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico
Esto está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Esto está rico

[Outro: Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
For the people, one time
Alright you gotta play that again
You gotta play that again
Thats fire right?
Yeah, esto está rico
Y tú estas rica, hoy yo te lo hago bien rico
Ey, como lo hacemos en Puerto Rico
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be

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Joyner Lucas – I’m Not Racist lyrics

[Verse 1]
With all due respect
I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel
Screamin’ “Black Lives Matter”
All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
Yellin’ “Nigga this” and “Nigga that”
Call everybody “Nigga” and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say “Nigga” then everyone react
And wanna swing at me and call me racist ’cause I ain’t black
Well pound that then
Talkin’ about slavery like you was around back then
Like you was pickin’ cotton off the fuckin’ ground back then
Like you was on the plantation gettin’ down back then
Aight, look, I see a black man aimin’ his gun
But I’d rather see a black man claimin’ his son
And I don’t mean just for one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?
So you can keep livin’ off free government assistance?
Food stamps for your children, but you’re still tryna sell ’em
For some weed and some liquor or a fuckin’ babysitter
While you party on the road ’cause you ain’t got no fuckin’ goals?
You already late
You motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight
Wait, it’s like you’re proud to be fake
But you lazy as fuck and you’d rather sell drugs
Than get a job and be straight
And then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate
Fuck outta my face! You can’t escape problems
You can pray for some change but can’t break a dollar
Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald
“They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom”
My voice been back
I’m not racist, my sister’s boyfriend’s black
I’m not racist, my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Tracy
Got a brother and his girlfriend’s black
My head’s in the cloud
Heard there’s not enough jobs for all the men in your house
Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Or maybe we should send ’em all to the ghetto for now
I’m not racist, and I never lie
But I think there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs
But you ride 2Pac’s dick like he was a fuckin’ god, oh my god!
And all you care about is rappin’
And stuntin’ and bein ratchet, and that’s the nigga within you
Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you
Then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues
Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks
Blame it on everybody except for your own race
Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids
And just blame it on white citizens, same with the vice president
Bunch of class clowns
Niggas kneelin’ on the field, that’s a flag down
How dare you try to make demands for this money?
You gon’ show us some respect, you gon’ stand for this country, nigger!
I’m not racist, I’m just prepared for this type of war
I heard Eminem’s rap at the awards, who’s he fightin’ for?
Y’all can take that motherfucker too, he ain’t white no more
It’s like you wanna be so famous
You’ll do anything for attention and a little payment
I can’t take you nowhere without people pointin’ fingers
Pants hangin’ off your ass, you ain’t got no home trainin’?
Put your fuckin’ pants up, nigga! Put that suit back on!
Take that du-rag off! Take that gold out your mouth!
Quit the pitiful stuff
And then maybe police would stop killin’ you fucks
Yo, what the fuck?! I’m not racist
It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but split into two floors
I’m not racist
But there’s two sides to every story, I wish that I knew yours
I wish that I knew yours
I’m not racist, I swear

[Verse 2]
With all disrespect
I don’t really like you white motherfuckers, that’s just where I’m at
Screaming “All Lives Matter”
Is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?
And that’s one war you’ll never win
The power in the word “Nigga” is a different sin
We shouldn’t say it but we do, and that just what it is
But that don’t mean that you can say it just ’cause you got nigga friends
Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under
And when we use it, we know that’s just how we greet each other
And when you use it, we know there’s a double meaning under
And even if I wasn’t picking cotton physically
That don’t mean I’m not affected by the history
My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain’t got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!
I’m sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It’s hard to elevate when this country’s ran by whites
Judging me by my skin color and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain’t nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You crackers ain’t slick, this is all a part of your tactics
Don’t talk about no motherfucking taxes
When I ain’t making no dough
You think you know everything but you don’t
You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know
Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa
Fuck, I’m exhausted
I can’t even drive without the cops tryna start shit
I’m tired of the systematic racism bullshit
All you do is false shit, this the shit that I’m forced with
And you don’t know shit about my people, that’s what bothers you
You don’t know about no fried chicken and no barbecue
You don’t know about the two-step or no loose change
You don’t know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don’t know!
And even though Barack was half as black
You hated president Obama, I know that’s a fact
You couldn’t wait to get him out and put a cracker back
And then you gave us Donald Trump and now it’s payback for that
I’m not racist, I never lied
But I know there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin’ god
He was fighting for his life way before he fuckin’ died, nigga, die nigga!
And all you care about is money and power
And being ugly and that’s the cracker within you
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you
And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue
Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on OJ
Blame it on everybody, except for your own race
Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens
Aim at the black businesses, I ain’t saying I’m innocent
But, I might be any day now
Treatin’ everybody how you want and any way how
I swear North Korea ’bout to bomb us any day now
And now I’m duckin’ everytime I hear a fuckin’ plane now, shit
You know I make a lot of sense but you just can’t admit it
When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest
‘Cause even though he’s white, he let us know he standin’ with us
I’m not racist, but I cry a lot
You don’t know what it’s like to be in a frying pot
You don’t know what it’s like to mind your business
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you ’bout to die or not
You worry ’bout your life, so you take mine
I love you but I fuckin’ hate you at the same time
I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
So we could understand each other more but that’d take time
I’m not racist
It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but splittin’ the both sides
I’m not racist
But there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine

[Outro]
Can’t erase the scars with a bandage
I’m hopin’ maybe we can come to an understandin’
Agree to disagree, we could have an understandin’
I’m not racist

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Luis Fonsi – Despacito (feat. Daddy Yankee) lyrics

[Intro: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Ay, ¡Fonsi! ¡D.Y.!
Ohhh, oh, no, oh, no, oh
Hey, yeah!
Dididiri Daddy, go!

[Intro: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy
(¡D.Y.!) Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy

[Verso 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
¡Oh!
Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh, yeah!)
Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

[Coro: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube, sube, sube)

[Pos-Coro: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (whoa, whoa)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (woah, woah)
Tus lugares favoritos (favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (whoa, whoa)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (whoa, whoa)
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verso 2: Daddy Yankee]
Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo, yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo, mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bang-bang
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bang-bang
Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje

[Pre-Coro: Daddy Yankee]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa’ montarlo aquí tengo la pieza
¡Oye!

[Coro: Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube, sube, sube)

[Pos-Coro: Luis Fonsi , Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (whoa, whoa)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (whoa, whoa)
Tus lugares favoritos (favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (whoa, whoa)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (whoa, whoa)
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verso 3: Luis Fonsi]
Despacito
Vamo’ a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico
Hasta que las olas griten “¡Ay, Bendito!”
Para que mi sello se quede contigo
¡Bailalo!

[Outro: Daddy Yankee & Luis Fonsi]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos (Fonsi)
Y que olvides tu apellido (D.Y.)
Des-pa-cito

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Luis Fonsi – Despacito (Remix) (feat. Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber) lyrics

Letra del remix de “Despacito” con Justin Bieber, Luis Fonsi y Daddy Yankee
[English Translation]

[Intro: Justin Bieber]
Comin’ over in my direction
So thankful for that, it’s such a blessin’, yeah
Turn every situation into heaven, yeah
Oh-oh, you are
My sunrise on the darkest day
Got me feelin’ some kind of way
Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly
You fit me tailor-made, love how you put it on
Got the only key, know how to turn it on
The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear
Baby, take it slow so we can last long

[Verso 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
¡Oh! Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh yeah)
Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

[Coro: Justin Bieber & Luis Fonsi / Daddy Yankee]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube)

[Post-Coro: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (woah, woah)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (woah, woah)
Tus lugares favoritos (favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (woah, woah)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (woah, woah)
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verso 2: Daddy Yankee]
Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo, yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo, mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom
Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje

[Pre-Coro: Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber / Daddy Yankee]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa’ montarlo aquí tengo la pieza
¡Oye!

[Coro: Justin Bieber & Luis Fonsi / Daddy Yankee]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube)

[Post-Coro: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (woah, woah)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (woah, woah)
Tus lugares favoritos (favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (woah, woah)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (woah, woah)
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Puente: Luis Fonsi]
Despacito
This is how we do it down in Puerto Rico
I just wanna hear you screaming, “¡Ay, Bendito!”
I can move forever cuando esté contigo
¡Bailalo!

[Post-Coro: Daddy Yankee, Luis Fonsi & Justin Bieber]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos (Fonsi)
Y que olvides tu apellido (D.Y.)
Despacito

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Luis Fonsi – Despacito (English) (feat. Daddy Yankee) lyrics

Yes, you know that I’ve been looking at you for a while
I have to dance with you today (DY)
I saw, that your look was calling me
Show me the way that I’m going oh
You you are the magnet and I’m the metal
I’m getting closer and I’m setting up the plan
Just the thought of It accelerates the pulse
Now I’m enjoying it more than usual
All my senses are asking for more
This must be taken without any trouble

[Verse 1]
Slowly
I want to breathe your neck slowly
Let me tell you things in your ears
So that you remember when you’re not with me
Slowly
I want to undress you with kisses slowly
Sign the walls of your labrynth
And make your whole body a manuscript
Turn it up turn it up….. turn it up, turn it up

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna see you dance
I wanna be your rhythm
I want you to show me
Your favourite places places places Places
Let me surpass your danger zones
To make you scream
And forget your name

[Post-Chorus]
DY
If I ask you for a kiss , come give It to me
I know that you’re thinking about it
I’ve been trying for some time
Mommy this is giving and giving it
You know that your heart with me makes you bom bom
You know that this baby is looking for my bom bom
Come test my mouth to see what It taste like to you
I want to see how much love do you have
I’m not in a hurry , I want to do the trip
Let’s start slowly then wildly

[Verse 2]
Step by step, soft softly
We are going to get caught little by little
When you kiss me so skillfully
I think that you’re malicious delicately
Step by step, soft softly
We’re going to get caught, little by little
And it’s just that this beauty is a puzzle
But to put it together here I have the pieces

[Pre-Chorus]
Slowly
I wanna breathe your neck slowly
Let me whisper things into your ear
So that you remember if you’re not with me
Slowly
I wanna undress you with kisses slowly
Sign the walls of your laberinth
And make your whole body a manuscript
Turn it up

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna see you dance
I wanna be your rhythm
I want you to show me
Your favourite places
Let me surpass your danger zones
Till I make you scream
And forget your name
Slowly
We will do It on the beach in Puerto Rico
Till the waves scream dear lord
So that my seal stays with you

[Outro]
Step by step, soft softly
We’re going to get caught little by little
I want you to show me
Your favourite places places places Places
Step by step, soft softly
We’re going to get caught little by little
To make you scream (Fonsi)
And forget your name (DY)
Slowly

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Nacho, Wisin & Noriel – No Te Vas (Remix)

[Intro: Wisin]
Doble U

[Verso 1: Noriel, Wisin]
Me dejé llevar por las ganas de verte, no pude aguantarme
(dame una oportunidad)
Mi corazón me dijo "Vete, encuéntrala" y vine a buscarte
Yo vine esta noche con ganas de robarte un beso
Aunque sé que no me conoces

[Estribillo: Nacho, Wisin]
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sé que un día correré la suerte
De ganar en el amor contigo
Tu futuro será mejor conmigo

De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti (te estoy cazando)
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador (okey, bebé, estoy listo)

[Verso 2: Wisin]
Baby, voy por ti (duro)
Desde el día en que yo te vi
Tú me miraste al instante, entendí
Que eras tú la que faltaba, ni siquiera te esperaba
De mi mente te adueñabas y ni cuenta yo me daba (uh, uh, uh)
Quiero llevarte a un lugar aparte (hah), déjame hablarte
Tengo un millón de besos para darte (yeah)
Tú sólo dame la señal que yo te llevo (eh)
Contigo me atrevo (eh), déjame llevarte a un mundo nuevo

[Puente: Nacho, Wisin]
De aquí tú jamás te irás
Te quedas conmigo
Este amor es de verdad
Y es sólo contigo
De aquí tú jamás te irás
Nuestra unión es para siempre
Y perderte, qué va, eso no va (this is the remix)

[Estribillo: Wisin, Nacho]
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador

De aquí no te vas sin mí (ajá)
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador (Noriel El Peligroso)

[Verso 2: Noriel, Wisin]
No sé si es un error que te insista
Es que tú pareces de revista
La octava maravilla del mundo ya está en la lista
Por ti soy egoísta; DJ, para la pista
Que desde hoy creo en el amor a primera vista
Para mí es más que un placer (Noriel)
Tener de frente la que en un futuro va a ser mi mujer
Mi princesa, mi amiga, mi esposa
Recorrer el mundo entero y en cada país darte una rosa
Yo te buscaba pero estabas perdida
No te encontraba porque cuando Dios diga
Por ti lo apuesto todo, el futuro no me intimida
Y si pierdo que me quede sin na’ hasta la otra vida, ¡wuh!
(Baby, tú estás escuchando)

[Estribillo]
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador

[Outro: Nacho, Wisin]
Yo ando con los Mambo Kingz
No Te Vas Remix
Díselo Luian, yeah
Damas y caballeros, bienvenidos a la liga de campeones
Sube
El Remix
La Criatura, bebé
Alcover, yeah
Venezuela y Puerto Rico
Ja, Nacho con el Tigre W
No-Noriel
Bifi

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Rak-Su – Dimelo lyrics

Below are the complete “Dimelo” lyrics by Rak-Su displayed. These lyrics were added December 4, 2017.

Dimelo lyrics

[Chorus: Jamaal]
Oh, you got my heart beating rápido
You got the boom like an angel, oh
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

[Verse 1: Ashley]
We were, two stepping on the dance floor
And now ya, still telling me you want more
Podemos bailar ’till ya feet sore
Tengo a few moves at a top drawer (aye)
I grab your hand, we start to step (aye)
We salsa dance and move correct (aye)
She got me in deep like a scuba (woo)
I’m telling she hotter than Cuba

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[Pre-Chorus: Jamaal, Ashley]
The way you move, the way you move
Makes me wanna get close to you
I had to Whatsapp my amigos
She moving like she from Puerto Rico

[Chorus: Jamaal]
Oh, you got my heart beating rápido
You got the boom like an angel, oh
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

[Verse 2: Myles]
Pulled up, turning up and it was you that I saw
Mamacita, nice to meet ya, started dancing some more
Back to the table couple drinks we’re just gonna pour
Then I whisper in her ear, “I’ve never seen you before”
Your body like an hourglass and now an hour pass (hey)
And now it’s getting dark, how about we just leave this bar
We can reach the stars, places [?]
Me and you can go cruising see some [?] in my car

[Pre-Chorus: Jamaal, Ashley & Myles ]
The way you move, the way you move
Makes me wanna get close to you
I had to Whatsapp my amigos
She moving like she from Puerto Rico

[Chorus: All]
Oh, you got my heart beating rápido
You got the boom like an angel, oh
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

[Bridge: Jamaal, Ashley & Myles]
Oh, it’s a party
Oh, it’s survival
Oh, it’s a party
Oh, it’s survival, oh

[Outro: Jamaal, Ashley & Myles]
You got them hips like Shakira
Smile like Camila
Got me feeling Latino

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Joyner Lucas – I’m Not Racist

[Verse 1]
With all due respect, I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel
Screamin’ "Black Lives Matter," all the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
Yellin’ "Nigga, this" and "Nigga, that"
Call everybody "Nigga" and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say "Nigga," then everyone react
And wanna swing at me and call me racist ’cause I ain’t black
Well pound that then, talkin’ about slavery like you was around back then
Like you was pickin’ cotton off the fuckin’ ground back then
Like you was on the plantation gettin’ down back then
Aight, look
I see a black man aimin’ his gun
But I’d rather see a black man claimin’ his son
And I don’t mean just for one day and you done, I mean
You still trapped in a rut
I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?
So you can keep livin’ off free government assistance?
Food stamps for your children, but you’re still tryna sell ’em for some weed and some liquor or a fuckin’ babysitter
While you party on the road ’cause you ain’t got no fuckin’ goals
You already late; you motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight, way
It’s like you’re proud to be fake
But you lazy as fuck and you’d rather sell drugs than get a job and be straight
And then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate? Fuck outta my face!
You can’t escape problems
You can pray for some change but can’t break a dollar
Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald
"They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom"
My voice been back
I’m not racist, my sister’s boyfriend’s black
I’m not racist, my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Tracy got a brother and his girlfriend’s black
My head’s in the cloud
Heard there’s not enough jobs for all the men in your house
Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Or maybe we should send ’em all to the ghetto for now; I’m not racist
And I never lie, but I think there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs, but you ride 2Pac’s dick like he was a fuckin’ god, oh my god!
And all you care about is rappin’ and stuntin’ and bein ratchet, and that’s the nigga within you
Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you, then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues
Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks, blame it on everybody except for your own race
Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids, and just blame it on white citizens—same with the vice president
Bunch of class clowns
Niggas kneelin’ on the field, that’s a flag down
How dare you try to make demands for this money?
You gon’ show us some respect, you gon’ stand for this country, nigg-er!
I’m not racist, I’m just prepared for this type of war
I heard Eminem’s rap at the awards, who’s he fightin’ for?
Y’all can take that motherfucker too, he ain’t white no more
It’s like you wanna be so famous, you’ll do anything for attention and a little payment
I can’t take you nowhere without people pointin’ fingers
Pants hangin’ off your ass, you ain’t got no home-trainin’
Put your fuckin’ pants up, nigga!
Put that suit back on!
Take that do-rag off!
Take that gold out your mouth!
Quit the pitiful stuff and then maybe police would stop killin’ ya, fuck!
Yo, what the fuck!?
I’m not racist, it’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but split into two floors
I’m not racist, but there’s two sides to every story—I wish that I knew yours
I wish that I knew yours
I’m not racist, I swear

[Verse 2]
With all disrespect, I don’t really like you white motherfuckers, that’s just where I’m at
Screaming "All Lives Matter" is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?
And that’s one war you’ll never win
The power in the word "Nigga" is a different sin
We shouldn’t say it but we do, and that shit’s what it is
But that don’t mean that you can say it just ’cause you got nigga friends
Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under
And when we use it we know that’s just how we greet each other
And when you use it we know there’s a double meaning under
And even if I wasn’t picking cotton physically
That don’t mean I’m not affected by the history
My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain’t got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!
I’m sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It’s hard to elevate when this country’s ran by whites
Judging me by my skincolor and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain’t nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You crackers ain’t slick, this is all a part of your tactics
Don’t talk about no motherfucking taxes, when I ain’t making no dough
You think you know everything, but you don’t
You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know
Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa
Fuck, I’m exhausted, I can’t even drive without the cops tryna start shit
I’m tired of the systematic racism bullshit
All you do is false shit, this the shit that I’m falsed with
And you don’t know shit about my people, that’s what bothers you
You ain’t know about no fried chicken and no barbeque
You ain’t know about the two-step, or no loose change
You ain’t know about no 2Chainz or no kool-aid, you don’t know!
And even though Barack was half as black, you hated president Obama, I know that’s a fact
You couldn’t wait to get him out, and put a cracker back
And then you gave us Donald Trump, and now it’s pay back for that
I’m not racist, I never lied, but I know there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin’ god; he was fighting for his life right before he fuckin’ died, nigga die, nigga!
And all you care about is money and power and being ugly and that’s the cracker within you
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you
And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue
Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on O.J
Blame it on everybody except for your own race
Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens
Aim at the black businesses, I ain’t saying I’m innocent, but
I might be any day now, treatin’ everybody how you want and any way how
I swear North Korea bout to bomb us any day now
And now I’m duckin’ everytime I hear a fuckin’ plane now, shit
You know I make a lot of sense, but you just can’t admit it
When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest
Cause even though he’s white he let us know he standin’ with us
I’m not racist, but I cry a lot
You don’t know what it’s like to be in a frying pot
You don’t know what it’s like to mind your business
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you bout to die or not
You worry bout your life, so you take mine
I love you, but I fuckin’ hate you at the same time
I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
So we could understand each other more, but that’d take time
I’m not racist, it’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’, but splittin’ the both sides
I’m not racist, but there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine

Can’t erase the scars with a bandage
I’m hoping maybe we can come to an understanding
Agreed or disagreed, we could have an understanding
I’m not racist

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Lady Gaga Poses With All 5 Living Ex-Presidents at Hurricane Relief Concert

Foreshadowing?

Lady Gaga gave a surprise appearance at the Deep From the Heart: The One America Appeal concert at Texas A&M University Saturday in front of all five living former U.S. presidents—Jimmy Carter, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush and Barack Obama. The event was aimed at raising funds and awareness for those affected by the recent deadly hurricanes in areas like Houston, Miami and Puerto Rico.

After the concert, Gaga posted on her Instagram page a photo of herself with all five ex-presidents, who are all sitting down.

“It was an honor to be invited by these five living Presidents to perform and speak at this historic event where we put our differences aside, and put humanity first in the face of catastrophe. #OneAmericaAppeal,” she wrote.

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“LADY GAGA FOR PRESIDENT,” one user commented.

Gaga stood behind Bush Sr. and Bush and wore a white pantsuit—a favorite look of former Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, who the singer had supported in the 2016 election as she ran against now-President Donald Trump, who appeared at the One America Appeal in a taped video message.

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Gaga got a standing ovation as she took the stage.

“It is such an honor to be there,” she said, starting to play white piano. “Thank you so much for coming together in such compassion. I feel very, very honored and humbled.”

She then publicly greeted all the ex-presidents, with “Hello, Mr. President,” earning a big smile and wave from Carter.

“I thought the most special thing of all is how pain is such an equalizer and in a time of catastrophe we all put our difference aside and we all come together, because we need each other or we can’t survive,” she told the crowd.

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She then performed her hits “Million Reasons,” “You and I” and “Edge of Glory.”

Gaga also said she has herself donated $1 million to the One America Appeal campaign. As of Saturday evening, more than $31 million was raised from more than 80,000 donors, according to CNN.

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Eminem – Disses Donald Trump In Bet Hip Hop Awards Freestyle Cypher

Intro]
It’s the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off?
I forgot… oh yeah

[Verse]
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Prob’ly not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mou—ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll prob’ly cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops
And he waits for shit to quiet down he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are risin’
Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan
That’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, "Drain the swamp!"
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that in
-stead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support for the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now if you’re a black athlete, you’re a spoiled little brat for
Tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, "You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards!"
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that! This is for Colin, ball up a fist!
And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch!
"He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants!"
"He’s gonna build that thang up taller than this!"
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwin’ that piece of shit against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing in the sand a line, you’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside, I’ll do it for you with this:
Fuck you!
The rest of America stand up!
We love our military, and we love our country
But we fucking hate Trump!

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Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Acoustic Remix) (On Charlie Rose) (Live)

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio, serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my fleeka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

You say you want a good time
Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

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Eminem – The Storm Cypher lyrics

Below are the complete “The Storm Cypher” lyrics by Eminem displayed. These lyrics were added 2 hours ago.

The Storm Cypher lyrics

[Verse]
This the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot
Oh, yeah
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan, and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mop–ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops and he waits for sh*t to quiet down
He’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are rising
Trump, when it comes to giving a sh*t, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the f*cking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his f*cking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan, that’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, “Drain the swamp”
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that
Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same sh*t that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support from the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now, if you’re a black athlete
You’re a spoiled little brat for tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, “You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards”
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him, you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist
And keep that sh*t balled like Donald the bitch
“He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants”
“He’s gonna build that thing up taller than this”
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwing that piece of sh*t against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing, in the sand, a line
You’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside
I’ll do it for you with this:
“Fuck you!”
The rest of America stand up
We love our military, and we love our country
But we f*cking hate Trump

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Lin-Manuel Miranda – Almost Like Praying (feat. Artists For Puerto Rico)

Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Say it loud and there’s music playing…
Say it soft and it’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like—

[Luis Fonsi]
Cabo Rojo, Corozal
Naguabo, Guaynabo

[Marc Anthony]
San Lorenzo y San Germán
San Sebastián, mi viejo San Juan

[Camila Cabello, Anthony Ramos]
Isabela, Maricao
Fajardo, Dorado

[Ednita Nazario, Gilberto Santa Rosa]
Hormigueros, Humacao
Luquillo, Hatillo

[Ruben Blades, Juan Luis Guerra]
Vega Alta, Vega Baja
Toa Alta, Toa Baja, Mayagüez

[Joell Ortiz, John Leguizamo, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Yes!

[Ruben Blades, Juan Luis Guerra]
Otra vez!

[Joell Ortiz, John Leguizamo, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Yes!

[Ruben Blades, Juan Luis Guerra]
Aguadilla, Quebradillas
Guayanilla, Juana Díaz
Y Cayey, hey

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying

[Ruben Blades, Jennifer Lopez]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico…

[Jennifer Lopez]
Arecibo, Guánica
Culebra, Las Piedras

[Gilberto Santa Rosa]
Orocovis, Guayama

[Gilberto Santa Rosa, Rita Moreno]
Gurabo, Maunabo

[Ruben Blades, Dessa, Ana Villafañe]
Aguas Buenas, Salinas
Río Grande, Sabana Grande

[Tommy Torres]
Yabucoa, Florida

[Jennifer Lopez, Gloria Estefan]
Peñuelas, Santa Isabel

[Pedro Capó, Tommy Torres]
Naranjito, Barranquitas
Carolina, Aibonito, Bayamón

[Alex Lacamoire, Joell Ortiz, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Hey!

[Pedro Capó, Tommy Torres]
Rincón

[Alex Lacamoire, Joell Ortiz, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Hey!

[Pedro Capó, Tommy Torres]
Barceloneta, Las Marías
Comerío, Moca, Ponce, Manatí, Así

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
It’s almost like praying

[Camila Cabello]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

[Luis Fonsi]
Boricua, Boricua, Puerto Rico

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Utuado, Aguada, Adjuntas y Caguas

[PJ Sin Suela]
Canóvanas, Cataño, Juncos y Lajas

[Dessa]
Jayuya, Villalba, Arroyo, te amo

[Dessa, Fat Joe]
La cueva de Camuy, los baños de Coamo

[Gina Rodriguez]
Trujillo Alto, Ceiba, Ciales
La isla de Vieques, El grito de Lares

[Joell Ortiz]
Yauco

[Gina Rodriguez]
Cidra

[Joell Ortiz]
Añasco

[Gina Rodriguez]
Patillas

[Joell Ortiz, Gina Rodriguez]
Morovis, Loíza, lo hiciste

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Dessa]
Puerto Rico…

[Juan Luis Guerra]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico…

[Ednita Nazario]
Lai lo le lo le, le lo le lo lai…

[Joell Ortiz]
Puerto Rico!

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Gilberto Santa Rosa]
Puerto Rico, Borinquen
Cien por treinta y cinco la isla completa
Sí somos Boricua, ha, ahora que se sepa

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Gloria Estefan]
Puerto Rico

[Rita Moreno]
Así es

[Gloria Estefan]
Puerto Rico

[Ruben Blades]
Puerto Rico

[Fat Joe]
Puerto Rico! Ho! Ho!

[Ruben Blades]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

[Ednita Nazario]
Tierra linda mía, yo te quiero

[Camila Cabello]
Oohhh

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
And there’s music, and there’s music
And there’s music playing-

[Camila Cabello]
Puerto Rico

[Marc Anthony]
Ay, Puerto Rico, eh
Mi Puerto Rico, ah

[Anthony Ramos]
Viva

[Jennifer Lopez]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Say it soft and it’s almost like praying

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Lin Manuel Miranda – Almost Like Praying lyrics

Below are the complete “Almost Like Praying” lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda displayed. These lyrics were added 39 minutes ago.

Almost Like Praying lyrics

Say it loud and there’s music playing…
Say it soft and it’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like praying
It’s almost like—

[Luis Fonsi]
Cabo Rojo, Corozal, Naguabo, Guaynabo

[Marc Anthony]
San Lorenzo, San Germán, San Sebastián, mi viejo San Juan

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[Camila Cabello, Anthony Ramos]
Isabela, Maricao, Fajardo, Dorado

[Ednita Nazario, Gilberto Santa Rosa]
Hormigueros, Humacao, Luquillo, Hatillo

[Ruben Blades, Juan Luis Guerra]
Vega Alta, Vega Baja, Toa Alta, Toa Baja, Mayagüez

[Joell Ortiz, John Leguizamo, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Yes!

[Ruben Blades, Juan Luis Guerra]
Otra vez!

[Joell Ortiz, John Leguizamo, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Yes!

[Ruben Blades, Juan Luis Guerra]
Aguadilla, Quebradillas, Guayanilla, Juana Díaz
Y Cayey, hey

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
It’s almost like praying

[Ruben Blades, Jennifer Lopez]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico…

[Jennifer Lopez]
Arecibo, Guánica, Culebra, Las Piedras

[Gilberto Santa Rosa]
Orocovis, Guayama

[Gilberto Santa Rosa, Rita Moreno]
Gurabo, Maunabo

[Ruben Blades, Dessa, Ana Villafañe]
Aguas Buenas, Salinas, Río Grande, Sabana Grande

[Tommy Torres]
Yabucoa, Florida

[Jennifer Lopez, Gloria Estefan]
Peñuelas, Santa Isabel

[Pedro Capó, Tommy Torres]
Naranjito, Barranquitas, Carolina, Aibonito, Bayamón

[Alex Lacamoire, Joell Ortiz, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Hey!

[Pedro Capó, Tommy Torres]
Rincón

[Alex Lacamoire, Joell Ortiz, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Hey!

[Pedro Capó, Tommy Torres]
Barceloneta, Las Marías, Comerío, Moca, Ponce, Manatí, Así

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
It’s almost like praying

[Camila Cabello]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

[Luis Fonsi]
Boricua, Boricua, Puerto Rico

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Utuado, Aguada, Adjuntas y Caguas

[PJ Sin Suela]
Canóvanas, Cataño, Juncos y Lajas

[Dessa]
Jayuya, Villalba, Arroyo, te amo

[Dessa, Fat Joe]
La cueva de Camuy, los baños de Coamo

[Gina Rodriguez]
Trujillo Alto, Ceiba, Ciales
La isla de Vieques, El grito de Lares

[Joell Ortiz]
Yauco

[Gina Rodriguez]
Cidra

[Joell Ortiz]
Añasco

[Gina Rodriguez]
Patillas

[Joell Ortiz, Gina Rodriguez]
Morovis, Loíza, lo hiciste

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Dessa]
Puerto Rico…

[Juan Luis Guerra]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico…

[Ednita Nazario]
Lai lo le lo le, le lo le lo lai…

[Joell Ortiz]
Puerto Rico!

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Gilberto Santa Rosa]
Puerto Rico, Borinquen, cien por treinta y cinco la isla completa
Sí somos Boricua, ha, ahora que se sepa

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Gloria Estefan]
Puerto Rico

[Rita Moreno]
Así es

[Gloria Estefan]
Puerto Rico

[Ruben Blades]
Puerto Rico

[Fat Joe]
Puerto Rico! Ho! Ho!

[Ruben Blades]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

[Ednita Nazario]
Tierra linda mía, yo te quiero

[Camila Cabello]
Oohhh

[Marc Anthony, Luis Fonsi]
Puerto Rico…

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
And there’s music, and there’s music, and there’s music playing-

[Camila Cabello]
Puerto Rico

[Marc Anthony]
Ay, Puerto Rico, eh
Mi Puerto Rico, ah

[Anthony Ramos]
Viva

[Jennifer Lopez]
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

[Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Say it soft and it’s almost like praying

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Rihanna & Fat Joe Teams With TIDAL To Send Planes of Supplies To Puerto Rico

You can always count on Rihanna to get involved in any humanitarian crisis in the world.

The Bajan pop star is teaming up with the likes of Fat Joe and TIDAL to send cargo planes loaded with supplies to hurricane ravage Puerto Rico. There have been a lot of outcry from people living on the island and their families living on the mainland U.S. for help after Hurricane Irma wrecked havoc across the entire island at category 4 strength.

TIDAL is one major company that has gotten involved in the crisis and is teaming up with New York Governor Andrew Cuomo’s Empire State Relief and Recovery Effort to send needed supplies to the citizens of the island and everyone in Puerto Rico is affected. “As the humanitarian crisis in Puerto Rico grows, our brothers and sisters are desperate for our help,” the company said in a statement. “Please join Governor Cuomo and TIDAL as we collect and transport much-needed supplies to the island. The goal is to fill and send as many cargo planes as possible.”

Rihanna has reportedly donated a large sum of money to the cause and is encouraging her fans on social media to donate whatever they can. “If you have even the smallest donation, you can help save lives!” she tweeted. Fat Joe also donated and added his voice on social media to bring more attention to the crisis.

If you have even the smallest donation, you can help save lives! https://t.co/FasQxim6hN

— Rihanna (@rihanna) September 29, 2017

“As the humanitarian crisis in Puerto Rico grows, our brothers and sisters are desperate for our help. Please join myself, TIDAL, Governor Cuomo, and Ruben Diaz Jr. as we collect and transport much-needed supplies to the island,” Fat Joe said. “The goal is to fill and send as many cargo planes as possible. Donate or find your local drop-off location and help save lives. Head to TIDAL.com/PuertoRico. If you are in the New York area we are collecting non perishable items such as water, batteries, can foods, diapers,baby wipes, canned formula, etc. on September 30th at the Jacob Javits Center. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart and I promise all these items will be delivered by ME personally to Puerto Rico. God bless. #savepuertorico.”

You can make donations online and get more information about the relief efforts at TIDAL.com/us/PuertoRico.

As the humanitarian crisis in Puerto Rico grows, our brothers and sisters are desperate for our help. Please join myself, TIDAL, Governor Cuomo, and Ruben Diaz Jr. as we collect and transport much-needed supplies to the island. The goal is to fill and send as many cargo planes as possible.  Donate or find your local drop-off location and help save lives. Head to TIDAL.com/PuertoRico. If you are in the New York area we are collecting non perishable items such as water, batteries, can foods, diapers,baby wipes, canned formula, etc. on September 30th at the Jacob Javits Center. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart and I promise all these items will be delivered by ME personally to Puerto Rico. God bless. #savepuertorico

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Help us send #PuertoRico supplies on as many cargo planes as possible. Donate or find your local drop off location on TIDAL.com/PuertoRico

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Charli XCX – Boys (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
"I had to trash the hotel lobby"

But I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

In every city I got one with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
But I can’t even lie, you got me

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

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Beyonce – Mi Gente lyrics

Below are the complete “Mi Gente” lyrics by Beyonce displayed. These lyrics were added 35 minutes ago.

Mi Gente lyrics

Si el ritmo te lleva a mover la cabeza ya empezamos cómo es
Mi música no discrimina a nadie así que vamos a romper

Con lo mío todos se mueven
La fiesta la llevo en mis genes
Yo soy la reina de los nenes
Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir

Si el ritmo está en tu cabeza
Ahora suéltate y mueve los pies
Me encanta cuando el bajo suena
Empezamos a subir de nivel

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Toda mi gente se mueve
La fiesta la llevo en mis genes
Yo soy la reina de los nenes
Mi musica los tiene fuerte bailando y se baila así

[Verso 2: Willy William & Beyoncé]
Tamo’ rompiendo la discoteca
La fiesta no para, apenas comienza
C’est comme-ci, c’est comme-ça
Ma chèrie, la la la la la
Francia, Colombia, Houston (Freeze)
J Balvin, Willy William, Beyoncé (Freeze)
Los DJ’s no mienten, le gusta a mi gente y eso se fue mundial (Freeze)
No le bajamos, más nunca paramos es otro palo y ¡Blam!

[Pre-Coro: J Balvin, Willy William, Beyoncé]
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Mais fais bouger la tête
Azul, are you with me
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo’
(Ay yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 3: Beyoncé]
He say my body stay wetter than the ocean
And he say that Creole in my body is like a potion
I can be a beast or I can give you emotion
But please don’t question my devotion

I been giving birth on these haters ’cause I’m fertile
See these double Cs on this bag, murda
Want my double Ds in his bed, Serta
If you really love me make an album about me, word up

Soon as I walk in
Boys start they talkin
Right as that booty sway (Freeze)
Slay
Lift up your people
From Texas, Puerto Rico
Dem’ islands to México (Freeze)

[Pre-Coro: J Balvin, Willy William, Beyoncé]
¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mais fais bouger la tête (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo’
(Ay yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 4: J Balvin & Beyoncé]
Esquina a esquina, de ahí no’ vamo’ (de ahí no’ vamo’)
El mundo es grande pero lo tengo en mi’ manos
Estoy muy duro, sí, ok, ahí vamos
Y con el tiempo nos seguimos elevando

Que seguimos rompiendo aquí
Esta fiesta no tiene fin
Botellas para arriba, sí
Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir

[Pre-Coro: J Balvin, Willy William, Beyoncé]
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Mais fais bouger la tête
Azul, are you with me
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Un, dos, tres, leggo’
(Oh, yes, I am)

[Outro: J Balvin]
Worldwide
Willy William
J Balvin, man

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Rihanna Blast Trump On Twitter For Response To Puerto Rico Hurricane

Rihanna is furious with President Trump over his administration response to Puerto Rico amidst a humanitarian crisis on the island.

For the past week, the president has been getting a lot of criticism from celebrities on Twitter about the slow response to help the people of Puerto Rico after hurricane Maria wrecked havoc on the island last week. Rihanna added her voice to the mix on Thursday when she tweeted out the cover of the New York Daily News which highlights the severity of the crisis on the Caribbean island which is also a U.S. territory.

“Dear [Donald Trump] I know you’ve probably already seen this, but I just wanted to make sure! Don’t let your people die like this,” she tweeted. She received over 200,000 likes and 100,000 plus retweets with lots of people commending her for using her platform to shed more light on the situation. The five former living presidents have also joined in the effort to help hurricane ravage Puerto Rico.

Rihanna has never been afraid to voice her opinion on humanitarian crisis around the world and she doesn’t care if she buck heads with the president. She raised millions of dollars through her foundation to help educate young girls around the world and also to help fight cancer.

Dear @realDonaldTrump I know you've probably already seen this, but I just wanted to make sure!
Don't let your people die like this. pic.twitter.com/mDO848JAUx

— Rihanna (@rihanna) September 28, 2017

#PuertoRico https://t.co/tD6afk7PVM @realDonaldTrump ????????

— Rihanna (@rihanna) September 26, 2017

5 living former US Presidents expand their hurricane relief effort to include Puerto Rico and US Virgin Islands https://t.co/2HaR9O6ElO pic.twitter.com/AEQSFBUn9v

— CNN Breaking News (@cnnbrk) September 25, 2017

Here’s an update on the citizens of #PuertoRico and their need for basic necessities such as food and water. #Swipe to view the current state of the island. #PrayForPuertoRico #PrayForTheCaribbean ?: @cnn

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Beast mode – A boogie wit da Hoodie lyrics

Lyrics A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Beast mode

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.

I don’t gotta do it
NBA gon’ follow up, but nigga Rock’ll do it
Yeah, but f*ck it I’ma do it
I got a 40 with a drum and I know how to use it
It go, with the beat I told ’em it’s the music
See the pinky ring when throw up the W
I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah
Don’t get too comfortable, yeah
My Patek too flooded up, yeah
Got a Rollie but I f*cked it up, yeah
We don’t know about a 1 on 1
We don’t f*ck with them if they don’t f*ck with us, yeah.

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah.

Huh, man I swear I be so faded
I almost forgot that I was famous
Last night I almost popped a nigga
He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture
He ain’t even think that I was about to smoke him like a f*cking swisher
I can’t afford it, I got a daughter you won’t catch me slippin’
Yeah, I should be gettin’ realer, I be gettin’ richer
But I just spent up on my neck could pay a b*tch tuition
All my diamonds they be dancin’ like they New Edition
I mix the Louis and Supreme that’s limited edition
f*ck ya b*tch and now ya b*tch she missin’
Yeah, mothaf*cka I’m in…

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe versuri-lyrics.info
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.

f*ck her with my jeans on, f*ck her with my chains on
She like how I be kicking she might think that I’m from Hong Kong
Everybody turn yo’ power off if yo’ phone’s on
Hoe you gon’ get slapped up in yo’ s**t using the wrong tone
PnB got us all milly rocking with his song on
A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on
You know me, rollin’ off the pills, strapped up with that chrome
Hoe, don’t walk up smilin’ in my face if I can’t take you home
Baby girl I’m leaning right now on a 4
You know I’m going hard when it’s time for beast mode
I’m turnt up, I’m out my body, I’m in crunch mode
40 Glock up in my pocket you don’t wanna know.

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.
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Boys – Charli XCX lyrics

Lyrics Charli XCX – Boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys.

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back.

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
“I had to trash the hotel lobby”
But..

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booys.

In every city I got ones with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back.

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
But I can’t even lie, you got me.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys versuri-lyrics.info
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booys.

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad
Not like I had a choice.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys (booys)
booys (booys), booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys (ooh, baby – yeah)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booysss.
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Charli XCX – Boys (Leak) Lyrics

[Intro]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 1]
I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
“I had to trash the hotel lobby”
But

[Chorus]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 2]
In every city I got ones with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
But I can’t even lie, you got me

[Chorus]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 3]
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

[Bridge]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

[Outro]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

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Andre Merritt – Where You Wanna Go Lyrics

ANDRE MERRITT
Where You Wanna Go Lyrics

Come with me as the world turns,
Like throw off your burdens and I’ll return.
Lemme screw you on how it works,
To get to places with exotic birds.

In your jeans and your mai tai
Baby anything you ask, I can provide,
Not at the instants
Just tell me the distance babe

The sands of puerto rico (wow girl)
(Esta, esta, esta) How do you feel, girl?
Just sitting, ’cause when it’s connecting
While we’re making love…
Baby girl, lemme sing to you.
Follow my voice, lemme sing to you.
Baby girl, lemme sing to you,
And take my hand and tell me where you wanna go.

[Chorus:]
I don’t care about tomorrow,
I only think about today.
Tell me girl, where you wanna travel?
Just a blink and we’re on our way.
I wanna know, where you wanna go.
Girl, tell me where you wanna go,
Tell me anywhere you wanna go.

I’m a fly you out to sicily,
Just to spend a little time with me.
Having fun with me is a guarantee.
Take a ride by the ocean side,
Get some sushi and a glass of wine,
All because your so fine.

The sands of puerto rico (wow girl)
(Esta, esta, esta) How do you feel, girl?
Just sitting, ’cause when it’s connecting
While we’re making love…
Baby girl, lemme sing to you (sing to you)
Follow my voice, lemme sing to you (sing to you)
Baby girl, lemme sing to you,
And take my hand and tell me where you wanna go.

[Chorus:]
I don’t care about tomorrow,
I only think about today.
Tell me girl, where you wanna travel?
Just a blink and we’re on our way.
I wanna know, where you wanna go.
Girl, tell me where you wanna go,
Tell me anywhere you wanna go.

Close your eyes and let it flow,
Point your finger to any part of the globe… (Baby~)
Close your eyes and let it flow,
Point your finger to any part of the globe…
(Oooh, I don’t care!)

[Chorus:]
I don’t care about tomorrow,
I only think about today.
Tell me girl, where you wanna travel?
Just a blink and we’re on our way.
I wanna know, where you wanna go.
Girl, tell me where you wanna go,
Tell me anywhere you wanna go.

I don’t care about tomorrow,
I only think about today.
Tell me girl, where you wanna travel?
Just a blink and we’re on our way.
I wanna know, where you wanna go.
Girl, tell me where you wanna go,
Tell me anywhere you wanna go.

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Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan,
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited,
So gon’ and get to clappin’.
Go pop it for a player,
Pop, pop it for me.
Turn around and drop it for a player,
Drop, drop it for me.
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami,
Wake up with no jammies (Nope).
Lobster tail for dinner,
Julio serve that scampi (Julio!)
You got it if you want it,
Got, got it if you want it.
Said you got it if you want it,
Take my wallet if you want it now.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Verse 2]
I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico,
Say the word and we go.
You can be my freaka,
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita.
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep,
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave.
Shopping sprees in Paris,
Everything 24 karats.
Take a look in that mirror,
Now tell me who’s the fairest.
Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Bridge]
If you say you want a good time,
Well here I am baby, here I am baby.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what’s on your mind (what’s on your mind).
If you want it, girl come and get it,
All this is here for you!
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby,
What you tryna do.

[Outro]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night (sex by the fire at night)
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

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Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee – Despacito Feat. Justin Bieber lyrics

[Intro: Justin Bieber]
Comin’ over in my direction
So thankful for that, it’s such a blessin’, yeah
Turn every situation into heaven, yeah
Oh-oh, you are
My sunrise on the darkest day
Got me feelin’ some kind of way
Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly
You fit me tailor-made, love how you put it on
Got the only key, know how to turn it on
The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear
Baby, take it slow so we can last long

[Verse 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
¡Oh!
Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh yeah)
Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

[Coro: Justin Bieber & Luis Fonsi / Daddy Yankee]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube)

[Bridge 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (woah, woah)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (woah, woah)
Tus lugares favoritos (favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (woah, woah)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (woah, woah)
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo, yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo, mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bang-bang
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bang-bang
Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje

[Bridge 2: Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber / Daddy Yankee]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa’ montarlo aquí tengo la pieza
¡Oye!

[Coro: Justin Bieber & Luis Fonsi / Daddy Yankee]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube)

[Bridge 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (woah, woah)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (woah, woah)
Tus lugares favoritos (favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (woah, woah)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (woah, woah)
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verse 3: Luis Fonsi]
Despacito
This is how we do it down in Puerto Rico
I just wanna hear you screaming, “¡Ay, Bendito!”
I can move forever cuando esté contigo
¡Bailalo!

[Bridge 3: Daddy Yankee, Luis Fonsi & Justin Bieber]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos (Fonsi)
Y que olvides tu apellido (D.Y.)
Despacito

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Luis Fonsi – Despacito Lyrics

LUIS FONSI
Despacito Lyrics

¡Ay!
¡Fonsi!
¡D.Y.!

Ohhh
Oh, no, oh, no
Oh
Hey, yeah!

Dididiri Daddy

Go!

Si sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy (¡D.Y.!)
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy, oh

Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso
Oh, yeah

Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

Des-pa-cito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

Des-pa-cito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito

Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube

Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos

(Favorito, favorito, baby)

Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Daddy Yankee:]
Si te pido un beso ven dámelo
Yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo
Mami, estoy dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom bom
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom bom

Ven prueba de mi boca para ver como te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuaánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa’ montarlo aquí tengo la pieza

¡Oye!

Des-pa-cito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

Des-pa-cito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito

Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube

Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos

(Favorito, favorito, baby)

Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido

Des-pa-cito
Vamos a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico
Hasta que las olas griten "¡Ay, Bendito!"
Para que mi sello se quede contigo

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos

(Favorito, favorito, baby)

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido

Des-pa-cito

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Residente – La Catedra Lyrics

RESIDENTE
La Catedra Lyrics

Trooko

Hijo aquí va mi crítica

Con la primera te di tan duro que en tu segundo intento te puse a hablar de política
Luego de esta me meten al manicomio y no son chistes
Por estar tirándole a algo que ya no existe

Soy lo que todavía no entendiste
Sin barita mágica ni abracadabras solo con palabras desapareciste
No es que yo sea inteligente es que tú eres idiota
Por eso los que te siguen escriben gente con jota

Un reguetonero que no sabe dónde que el horizonte
Y que piensa que en el Everest hay rinocerontes
Eres tan animal que todavía no te enteraste
Que seis por ocho son los tiempos en un compás musical

Que no sabes lo que es la izquierda ni la derecha
Y que piensa que en Latinoamérica… solo hay indios con flechas
Eres diminuto como una glándula
Tirarte a ti es más bajo que tirarle a una vedette en un programa de farándula

Sigo perdiendo mi tiempo hablándola clara
Tirándole a un reguetonero que tiene dos nalgas en la cara
El único logro de tu vida que dio fruto
Fue tres millones de memes burlándose de ti en menos de un minuto

Un señor lleno de ilusiones
Me da ternura como en tus redes sociales pones tu email para contrataciones

Once años en prisión creando expectativa en todos lados
Y el coliseo vacío con los boletos regalados

Yo estoy haciendo estadios a nivel internacional
El 17 de Junio en México, auditorio nacional
Y tú estás haciendo discotecas que dan tristeza
Donde las mujeres entran gratis y te regalan la cerveza

Tú tienes cuatro fanáticos, yo tengo miles
Pregúntale a Baby Rasta que me vio tocar en Chile
Y brindamos con sacapa después del conciertito
Y aunque te haya hecho el coro si quiere tomar ron yo lo invito
(Switch)

A ti te convierto en molécula cuando te planto como arugula
Con mis rimas esdrújulas tú te pierdes con brújula
De forma consonante y de manera crónica
Pa’ que coincidan los fonemas luego de vocales tónicas

¿Tú ser mejor que yo? es solo una idea platónica
Te hago llorar sin cantar blues y sin tocar la harmónica
Le traduzco a tu cerebro de corto entendimiento
Algo simple… yo soy rápido y tú eres lento (Switch it)

Esto ni siquiera es una pelea
Soy como tu abuela, pegándote con la correa
En este género yo soy el f**king rock-n-roll
Brillo sin sol, sin amorol, sin ser de charol

Yo la luz del farol, flama de fuego y alcohol
Soy tú dolor de cabeza sin paracetamol
Soy el que te volvió a revivir, el que te enseño a escribir
Soy tu mamá y tu paá sin tenerte que parir

Soy el que hará que te metas a la religión
Soy lo que paso por encima en forma de camión
El huracán que no puedo predecir el meteorólogo
Soy todo lo que te va a facturar el psicólogo

Lo que no ves venir, soy el knockout que te di
Soy todos en Puerto Rico burlándose de ti
Y el que los pone a caminar derechitos en fila
Mohammad Ali partiéndote la cara en Manila

Te saqué de la tumba, te saqué del panteón
Busquen la pala, la tierra y el ron
Traigan las flores de colores que hoy te volvemos a enterrar
Sin cura y sin pastores

Te saqué de la tumba, te saqué del panteón
Busquen la pala, la tierra y el ron
Traigan las flores de colores que hoy te volvemos a enterrar
Sin cura y sin pastores

Busquen la pala, la tierra y el ron
Busquen la pala, la tierra y el ron
Busquen la pala, la tierra y el ron
Busquen la pala, la tierra y el ron

Nunca antes visto en una batalla
El primer rapero que llora porque ni que me pasé de la raya
De niño fui diagnosticado con autismo
Y mientras cabeceo escribo rimas que la parten en cualquier tipo de ritmo

Y me tiró hasta una persona ciega invidente
Que rapea más que tú con rimas muchos más inteligentes
Y si me equivoqué con los estereotipos
Ahora estoy con el comité de olimpiadas especiales trabajando en equipo

¿Pero qué tú estás haciendo compañero?
Si tú eres tan millonario te invito a donar tu dinero
Pero tú no tienes ni pa’ pagar un Nissan
Primero págale los cien mil dólares que le debes a Ángel Pagán

Yo estuviera en tu barco naufrago
Me cuentan que en la barra no puedes pagar ni tus propios tragos
Y no hay nada de malo en no tener plata
Pero tú dices que vendes filetes y lo que traes es carne de lata

La fantasía de presumir los millones que te faltan
Es la razón por la cual chamaquitos con pistolas te asaltan
Tú promueves la mentira, yo la realidad pura
En un mundo desigual donde hay niños comiendo basura

¿Pero de un tipo como tú qué más se puede esperar?
Vistiendo una camisa del Chapo y otra de Pablo Escobar
Yo no soy comunista, socialista ni capitalista
Creo en inventar algo nuevo, mejor di que soy idealista
(Change it)

Creo la igualdad de oportunidades infinitas
Creo que la educación, salud y comida deberían ser gratuitas
Creo que el que trabaja más que el otro merece ganar más
Pero también creo en compartir lo que tengo con los demás

Pero tú no compartes, lo único que compartes es mi tesoro
La partida de cul0 que te di a ti y a los que te hicieron el coro
Creo en Rafael Hernández que puso a cantar a los que creen en la estadidad
Preciosa te llaman los hijos de la libertad

Todo los días se aprende
Hasta Marc Anthony la canta y ni siquiera el mismo la entiende
Me he tirado fotos con personas importantes
Aunque no piensen como yo siguen siendo interesantes

Mi hermano tienes que aprender a diferenciar
Una cosa es conocer y otra cosa es apoyar
Creo en rapear con ojo crítico
Creo en el pueblo por encima de cualquier político

Pero tú crees en las pirámides para que los ricos estén cómodos
Todos los pobres tienen que estar incómodos
Y ni te diste cuenta de lo que nos robaron por el capitalismo
Que tú defiendes con las cadenas de oro que te prestaron

Sin saber apoyas a las dictaduras que desaparecieron gente
Solo por pensar diferente
Puedes usar de referente a nuestra isla hermana
Y al asesino Rafael Trujillo en dominicana

Puedes usar de ejemplo a Pinochet y a Videla
Ir a Buenos Aires y hablar en Plaza de Mayo con las abuelas
Creo en Serrat, Silvio Rodríguez, Violeta Parra, Rubén Blades
León Dieco, Victor Jara y su guitarra

Y como dice Ali primera desde el cielo abierto
Los que mueren por la vida no pueden llamarse muertos
Se acabó la clase de historia, voy a mis versos finales
Empezamos por el jardín de infantes con las vocales

El resi rima con la a hoy tu papá te comerá
Y la raja te la dejará más abierta que el canal de Panamá
Tu letra malandra terminará escondida abajo del sofá de mamá
Los reguetoneros como tú los pongo a cantar cancioncitas de Maná

No son de verdad, pero no terminé el Residente ahora rima con la e
Tú y tu comité de maleantes bebés chimpances a la vez me hacen café
Los hago puré desde que empecé, nunca paré la vocales las patee cuando rapié
Sin usar rupié porque rapeando soy como Maradona con Pelé

Y aquí volví nunca me fui seguí rimando con la i
Y te partí estas quieto como maniquí tús vocales y ya me las comí
Soy un MC cirujano del verso que opera sin bisturí
Tu pedazo de cuerpo de jabalí repartí mientras tomaba un daiquiri

No, no, no, no terminó el Resi sigue con lo o
Te cogió, te cacho, te foll0 en efecto dominó
El Resi lo knockeó, lo mató, lo resucitó y de nuevo lo enterró
Los tengo en sus mentes diciendo sea la madre que los parió

Yo sé quién soy, soy el que te sacó del iglú, pero dime ¿Quién eres tú?
Tú eres el frontú que salió a guerrear y nunca volvió como Manbrú
En la lista de los mejores rimando tu no formas parte del menú
El Residente te dio clases terminando con la u

Con esta te tiro te mando al retiro
Que quito el respiro de un solo suspiro
Te aplasto y te tiro no viro ni giro
Tus rimas son sangre y yo soy un vampiro

Soy un poeta de otro planeta
Y mi estilo no tiene etiquetas
Mi letra completa tiene una meta concreta educar analfabetas

Aquí traigo el alfabeto en forma de metralleta
Decapitando palabras como los zetas
Les doy como pandereta

Me los como como si fueran chuletas con la barriga repleta
Hasta las tetas porque mi libreta nunca va a estar a dieta

Cuando en Residente aprieta empacan todas las maletas
Y terminan pedaleando aunque no tengan bicicleta
Te jugaste la ruleta y terminaste en la cuneta
Y por estar abusando de ti animal ahora me busca peta

Soy un torbellino asesino en camino no me ven ni los adivinos
Y los fulmino cuando rimo a fuego lento los cocino
Con pepino tocino y sangre de sus intestinos y nunca termino
Porque mis versos se reproducen como los chinos

Con el coraje del octanaje salvaje que traje en mi lenguaje
Los llevo en mi viaje sin pasaje y sin pagar peaje
Sin aterrizaje en mi cajuela vuelan mirando el paisaje
Cuando sin patines patina el paisaje sobre esta pista de patinaje

En medio de una tormenta violenta el ambiente de rap se calienta
Con mil quinientas noventa palabras y voy rumbo a mil setecientas
Yo ya perdí la cuenta y mi barriga sigue hambrienta
En el rap en español el Residente representa

Y picante refrescante como menta
A la Real Academia la tengo de sirvienta
Más herramientas que un mecánico este rapero hispánico
Deja en estado de pánico a los MC’s británicos

Como jarichota, sin bota, sin puerta y sin capota
Tomen nota mis rimas nunca se agotan porque flota por el mar
De tus neuronas rotas como una gaviota
El que explota tu carota de un golpe que brota en tu derrota

Los idiotas como tú, yo los tengo de mascota
Los pongo a pagar la cuota, el diccionario en bancarrota
Y no me hacen daño porque todo lo que me tiran rebota como pelota
Soy el cantante amante de las rimas consonantes

Llegó el comandante, siéntense mis estudiantes
Como Willy Mace y Dante gigante, brillante como diamante
Les Doy de comer aunque esté cerrado el restaurante
Peleando sin guantes contra mi propia trayectoria

Los MC no me ven venir, aunque coman zanahoria
Soy el maestro de oratoria notoria y puse a la gloria
Y la victoria a tener sexo para la historia
Esta rola mola sola y también vuela consola

Si quieren más en la estufa tengo otra cacerola
Cuando me ven surfeando por encima de las olas
Terminan locos tratando de morder su propia cola

Con mi entrada en cabeza cuadrada cerrada poco preparada
Y cada rima lanzada es una granada explotada
Tuve al alfabeto y a todas sus letras secuestradas
Trabajando para mí como empleadas

Después de darte bofetadas con patadas
Freírte como empanada ahora voy de retirada
Y tú sigues siendo nada

Aquí terminó la novela contra el bailador de merengue
Que usa zapatos con escarcha y ropa con lentejuelas
Tengo que para si no voy a perder el control
De comer tanto rapero chatarra ya me subió el colesterol

Ya, ya, ya, ya voy a parar
Mil novecientas palabras
Esto es un nuevo record mi gente

Oye los únicos que me pueden tirar a mi
Y clavarme bien duro
Son mi hermano Gabriel y mi esposa
Que si escribe un par de rimas me clava, pero nadie más

Y le quiero pedir perdón a la gente de mi disquera
Este a Enir, perdóname por haber hecho esta canción
Yo sé que me dijeron que no tirara nada

A Afo, perdón de verdad, Pepo, mala mía
Yo se que estamos con la gira
Con un montón de cosas, mala mía, pero es que esto me divierte

Yo creo que yo voy a abrir una universidad de rehabilitación
Para reguetoneros que no saben escribir
Oye, mala mía Elías que me dijiste que no me rebaja
Pero es que es muy fácil
Perdóname Polo, también perdón

Cabrons conmigo no pueden de corazón… quítense
Segundo round ni segundo round, cabr0n, te clavé desde el principio
Lo que pasa es que tuve un día libre y… me metí a esto
Tranquilo

Trujillo alto en la casa
Carraiso en la casa
La Perla en la casa
La Barriada Morales en la casa
El Sartén en la casa
Puerto Rico en la casa
Los veo en diciembre cabrones
Oye Trooko

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That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

Lyrics of That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby boy, what’s happening?
You and your heart invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Just, pop it for a pimp
Pop, pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Drop, drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it
Got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it
Take my wallet if you want it now

Jump in the Cadillac
Girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on it
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
And I’ll be a fleeko,
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything 24 karats
Take a look in that mirror
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it you? Is it me? Is it me?
Say it’s us, say it’s us, and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
Boy, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on you
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Say you want a good wife
Here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby
What you tryna do

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

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Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee – Despacito (feat. Justin Bieber)

[Intro: Justin Bieber]
Come on over in my direction
So thankful for that, it’s such a blessin’, yeah
Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah
Oh, you are
My sunrise on the darkest day
Got me feelin’ some kind of way
Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly
You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on
Got the only key, know how to turn it on
The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear
Baby take it slow so we can last long

[Verse 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Oh, tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso
Oh, yeah Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

[Coro: Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube)

[Bridge 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo
Yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo
Mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bang-bang
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bang-bang
Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje

[Bridge 2: Daddy Yankee]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa’ montarlo aquí tengo la pieza
¡Oye!

[Coro: Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube
Sube, sube)

[Bridge 1: Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee]
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido

[Verse 3: Luis Fonsi]
Despacito
This is how we do it down in Puerto Rico
I just wanna hear you screaming, "¡Ay, Bendito!"
I can move forever cuando esté contigo
¡Bailalo!

[Bridge 3: Daddy Yankee, Luis Fonsi & Justin Bieber]
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos (Fonsi)
Y que olvides tu apellido (D.Y.)
Despacito