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EDC LIVE STREAM – DAY 3 [WATCH HERE]

Source: EDC LIVE STREAM – DAY 3 [WATCH HERE] EDC LIVE STREAM – DAY 3 [WATCH HERE] Insomniac‘s EDC Las Vegas looks a lot different this weekend, existing in a virtual space for three days worth Rave-A-Thon goodness. We’re ready to enjoy the final day under the Electric Sky — well, more like under our living room ceilings. Tonight, David Guetta, Afrojack, Yellow Claw, AC Slater, […]
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Yellow Claw – To The Max lyrics

(feat. MC Kekel, Lil Debbie, Bok Nero, MC Gustta)

[Verse 1: Bok Nero]
Yellow Claw just hit my line
So let’s get this fucking money
When I start, keep it coming
I like hundreds, I like twenties
Got a bitch that look like Charlie
And her pussy taste like honey
I lay pipe just like a plumber
She can feel it in her tummy
Like my women, like my cars
Auto foreign, auto foreign
She ain’t flex to do it all
Guess she boring, guess she boring
That say Polo on my boxers
That’s Ralph Lauren, that’s Ralph Lauren
Hit it then that paper chasing
Where you going? Yeah, I’m going, waah
Everything I ever do, know I do it to the max
I don’t tell no lie to you
It’s the truth, it’s a fact
All I know is hustle hard
Make a friend, bring it back
You know all my money dirty
All I know is trap-trap-trap

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]
Yellow Claw just hit my blunt
They know all my shit is fire
If you need it, what you want?
Got that flame I’m the supplier
If your goal is getting higher
I’m that bitch, just hit my line
Cashed a hundred grand in debts
No time to pay these hoes no mind
Swear to God, Debbie doing just fine
A lot of new money from my hands these days
Silly bitch never getting a dime
‘Cause I’ll be out of reach off of land these days
But my grind don’t lag from the jetlag
And the ink ain’t dried on my passport
Put it on for the town, you can bet that
Got the city on my back like a Jansport
Everything I ever do, just know I do it to the max
Like to double up my sex, if I go in and take ’em back
And I know to turn it out, I’m talking everywhere I’m at
Bitch, I made it out the hood and we ain’t going back to that

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 3: MC Gustta]
Vai, gostosa, vai, danada
Mexe a bunda, mexe a raba
Mostra toda a sua pegada
Vai, não para, não para
Tá terrível, tá treinada
Na minha cama tu é braba
Eu na pose de quebrada
Ela joga na cara, vai
Movimento gostoso, ela quica pro pai
Senta que senta gostoso demais
Ela mostra pras mina como é que se faz
Vai, vai, vai, vai
Ela sabe que os cara não captam a dor
Ela quer se envolver com nós na vida boa
Se quer se envolver tem que se doar toda
Essa bunda que mexe, essa nave que voa

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 4: MC Kekel]
Porque hoje deixa ela chegar
Que ela quer dançar, quer se acabar
Admiro ela rebolando
Ela tá dançando, todo mundo quer olhar
Mas que popozão, desce até o chão
Eu hoje mirei na morena
Ela gosta desse negão
Eu bem sei que ela quer dançar
Que ela quer beber, vai se acabar
Tô pedindo pra esse DJ soltar o som pra rebolar
Deixa ela dançar
She knows I’m in love to no one
I love your bumbum

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

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Gucci Mane & T-Pain – Lit (feat. Steve Aoki) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

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New world – Krewella feat. Yellow Claw lyrics

Lyrics Krewella – New world

I’mma tell your girl she’s a mutt
..
Could be living, could be living corner of the block
We’d be rolling, we’d be rolling till the club
(Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling)(new world)

Yeah a lady down in saki, yellow kitty eating Pocky
Boss b***h, hella cocky, that’s whats up (that’s what’s up)
I’m in Cali making noise off-hotel with the boys
Looking hella fresh, Kyoto, I’m the plug (I’m the plug)
Valet’s on me, like some molly on Tamales
All the señoritas always show me love
Got a fire Russian model, taking Vodka from the bottle
Sasha, she don’t need no chaser in her cup (in her cup).

It’s a new world, new world
All the bad boys and the rude girls
It’s the new world, new world
Yeah, we coming up, yeah we, yeah,we coming up
(Hey!) We don’t wanna, we just wanna live
I’m about to, come out with the clique
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Yeah, we coming up, yeah we, yeah we coming up.

Yeah, we coming up, yeah we, yeah we coming up.

I might be that .. generation
Black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Persian persuasion
This happens often, but it basically ..
I turn that one-on-one to three, it’s amazing
I came up from nothing and hit the lotto like it’s the motto
Get with different models, with different problems, and gifted bottles
We’ve got fifty bottles and nails as polished, she’s from Chicago
When we from the projects projected to never see a dollar.

It’s a new wooorld, new wooorld
All the bad boys and the rude girls
It’s a new wooorld, new wooorld
Yeah, we coming up, yeah we, yeah, we coming up
(Hey!) We don’t wanna, we just wanna live
I’m about to, come out with the clique
It’s a new wooorld
Yeah, we coming up, yeah we, yeah, we coming uppp.
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Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

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City on lockdown – Yellow Claw lyrics

Lyrics Yellow Claw – City on lockdown

Roof is blazin’ for me, let that motherf*cker burn now
Tell these b*tches watch it, it’s my motherf*ckin’ turn now
We blazin’, blazin’, why you hatin’?
B*tch, we blazin’, blazin’, so amazing
Everything is heat, b*tch, hot chick, hot wheel
Burn it like a furnace, b*tch, ’cause all I know is hot shit
We blazin’, blazin’, so why you waiting?
B*tch, we blazin’, blazin’, so amazing.(city on lockdown)

B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire
We got your city on a lockdown
B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire
We ’bout to burn the f*cking club down.

B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
Bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit
Bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit
B*tch, I’m on fire
We ’bout to burn the f*cking club down.

You know it!
I’m so f*ckin’ hot (hot), I’m so f*ckin’ deep (deep)
I’m so f*ckin’ throat (throat), I’m singing in threes (threes)
I can’t feel my face (face), can’t stand on my feet (feet)
Damn, right I’m trippy, ain’t no better way to be (be)
Let’s do it again, this time let’s do mo’ (mo’)
Let’s blaze out ’til we pass out and wake up on the flo’
I woke up with your hoe, my dick’s still in her mouth
Then came so good, that I could not take her out.

B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire
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We got your city on a lockdown
B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire (oh yeah)
B*tch, I’m on fire
We ’bout to burn the f*cking club down.

B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
B*tch, I’m on fire
Bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit
Bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit
B*tch, I’m on fire
We ’bout to burn the f*cking club downnn.
Yellow Claw lyrics
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