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Malicorne – La Fille Soldat Lyrics

Apprends-moi des nouvelles des garçons du pays
Les garçons du village ils sont tous mariés
Il y a que toi volage qui m’ait abandonné
Te chagrine pas la belle nous nous marierons
Dans un pays de france ou dans le piemont
Te chagrine pas la belle nous nous marierons
Dans un pays de france ou dans le piemont
Savoie Elle s’en va l’attendre à l’ombre de ces bois
Mais elle a beau attendre son amant ne vient pas
Rossignolet sauvage rossignolet charmant
Apprends-moi des nouvelles de mon très cher amant
Oh ton amant la belle il est bien loin d’ici
À vingt cinq jours de marche y a bien de quoi marcher
Habille-toi la belle habille-toi en guerrier
Tu marcheras sans doute trente six jours entiers
Quand la belle fut en prusse aperçoit son amant
Qui faisait l’exercice au beau milieu du rang
Ah dis-moi donc la belle qui t’a envoyé ici? La jeune demoiselle a perdu son amant
N’est-ce pas bien dommage dès l’âge de quinze ans?

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Malicorne – L’auberge Sanglante Lyrics

Oui mon brave jeune homme attablez-vous
Appelle la servante petite jeanneton
Donne de ce bon lièvre à ce garçon
Car ce brave jeune homme a de l’argent
Quand vient vers les neuf heures le garçon demandait
Dites dame l’hôtesse coucherions-nous? Tout en montrant la chambre tant soupirez
Mon brave gentilhomme je pleure que de vous
Là-haut dedans la chambre dessous le lit
Il y a quatre cadavres je vous le dis
Comment pourrais-je faire pour passer cette nuit? Oui mon brave jeune homme j’ai lit pour vous
Appelle la servante petite jeanneton
Amène moi cet homme là-haut dans la maison
À la plus haute chambre en vérité
Tout en montrant la chambre la servante pleurait
Que pleurez vous la belle que chagrinez? Un compagnon si brave son tour de france allait
S’en va chez une hôtesse pour y loger
Bonjour dame l’hôtesse logerions-nous? Quand vient vers les sept heures le garçon de souper
Dites dame l’hôtesse souperions-nous? Faudra prendre un cadavre dessous le lit
Le mettre à votre place pour cette nuit
Quand vient vers les onze heures le garçon de veiller
L’hôte avecque l’hôtesse ils se sont levés
De marteau et de pierre l’ont massacré
Quand vient vers les cinq heures le garçon s’est levé
Rendez-moi ma valise assassineurs
Mon sac avec ma canne maudits voleurs
Appelle la servante petite jeanneton
Tiens dedans ma valise il y a de l’argent
Tu m’as sauvé la vie pour cette nuit
Ramasse ton bagage petite jeanneton
Car nous irons ensemble dans ma maison
Nous marierons ensemble à la saison

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Malicorne – Le Prince D’orange Lyrics

et l’autre à mon côté
J’en ai un à l’épaule et l’autre à mon côté
Un autre à la mamelle on dit que j’en mourrai
Que maudit soit la guerre! il chante et il rugit comme un lion, et chaque coup de lance devient une poussière d’étoiles; puis il tombe dans son sang, et ses os pourrissent sur le champ de bataille va seller mon coursier
Mon beau prince d’orange o’ voulez-vous aller? C’est le prince d’orange tôt matin s’est levé
Est allé voir son page va seller mon coursier
Que maudit soit la guerre! par quatre cordeliers
XVI’me siècle. et j’en revins blessé
De trois grands coups de lance qu’un anglais m’a donné
J’en ai un à l’épaule et l’autre à mon côté
Que maudit soit la guerre! on dit que j’en mourrai
Le beau prince d’orange est mort et enterré
L’ai vu porter en terre par quatre cordeliers
Que maudit soit la guerre! o’ le roi m’a mandé
Mit la main sur la bride le pied dans l’étrier
Je partis sain et sauf et j’en revins blessé
Que maudit soit la guerre! l’orage gronde, et il fait très sombre, le soldat part à la guerre. Je veux aller en france o’ le roi m’a mandé
Que maudit soit la guerre!

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Manau – Une Generation Lyrics

D?avoir été sans l?savoir l?assisté
Ce couillon d?adolescent qui n?a vu que le bout de sa cité
Au fond, tous ces souvenirs m?évoquent
Aurais-je été vraiment différent, homme ou femme, dans une autre époque
C?est dur de se faire à cette idée
Mais c?qui est sûr, c?est qu?tout ceci me fait penser
REFRAIN (× 2)
Continuer à regarder des gamins en train de pousser
Partager des moments communs, dépasser certaines difficultés, ?essayer? J?me souviens, de quelques images, que le temps, ne peut effacer
Ce môme si souriant sur la plage n?avait pas idée ?d?vivre? D?avancer sur des chemins, des destinées
Et tendre la main aux plus anciens, ce geste que j?ai trop oublié
J?espère glisser doucement et enfin prendre mon temps
J?espère ne jamais dire au monde que c?était mieux avant, ?je n?ai plus 15 ans? Voilà ma propre vérité
Et la claque que je prends maintenant me fait penser
REFRAIN (× 4)
J?fais partie d?une génération, hey
Qui n?a rien vécu et qu?arrête pas d?se plaindre, non
J?fais, aujourd?hui mon tour d?horizon
En espérant qu?tu pourras l?atteindre, hey
REFRAIN (× 2)
J?fais partie d?une génération
Qui n?a rien vécu et qu?arrête pas d?se plaindre
J?fais aujourd?hui mon tour d?horizon Un d?ces moments charmants qui le suit dans quelques pensées
Un flash-back d?enfant devenu un peu grand pour ne pas oublier
Et comme les années passent et créent des fossés
Et d?voir les mémoires qui s?effacent devant les clochés ?usés? Avoir le courage de ce qui était et d?avoir été
Et moi qui peut lire tous ces noms devant ce monument gravé
Et ce drapeau qui flotte au-dessus de tout ça
Et moi sur la place du village, qui relit, qui revoit et qui ne comprend pas
Morts pour la France et à tous ceux qui sont tombés
Mes souvenirs d?enfance maintenant m?font penser
REFRAIN :
J?fais partie d?une génération
Qui n?a rien vécu et qu?arrête pas d?se plaindre
J?fais aujourd?hui mon tour d?horizon
En espérant que je pourrai l?atteindre
Regarder les photos qui jaunissent et qui commencent à dater, hein
Revoir des pères et des fils, l?image d?une complicité
Et d?pouvoir attendre un moment, histoire de s?en assurer
Et refermer le tiroir rempli d?une de ces jeunesses abîmées
Peut-être que je pleure un peu trop, surtout mes soit-disant malheurs
Peut-être aussi qu?mon simple vécu a tout fait pour qu?je perde mes valeurs, ?j?ai peur?

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Ebenezer – South Of France Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahh, ahh
[Chorus]
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (all of your)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your)
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (ohh)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
[Verse 1]
Shawty, I’m out by the ocean (ocean)
Just coastin’ (coast)
Waves get loud, feel the motion
Doors open
Sometimes I hear you rollin’
Girl them lightskins and them Kelly Rowlands, ohh
(Got girls white like cocaïne)
I might rent that whip you like
Might give you that dick you like (still pipe her)
Shawty, let me do you right
Shawty, let me do you right, yeah
Is this a man, you gotta call for me
And do it, let you put cuffs on me
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, I need you face down, ass up
I wanna catch up (all of your)
[Chorus]
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (all of your)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your)
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (ohh)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
[Verse 2]
Blue water, nightell (splash)
Daytime, lightell
Cool breeze, right now (smoke some)
Want you, right now (right now)
Here’s the pillow, bite down (bite)
Come and see what all that ice ’bout (that ice ’bout)
You gon prolly miss your flight now
You gon prolly miss your flight now, ohh
You can not help but be curious (wanna know)
Insecurities make it hard to trust
You should f**k with a nigga like myself (f**k with a nigga like me)
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, I need you face down, ass up
I wanna catch up (all of your)
[Chorus]
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (all of your)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your)
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (ohh)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)

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Yves Duteil – La Langue De Chez Nous Lyrics

C’est une langue belle avec des mots superbes
Qui porte son histoire à travers ses accents
Où l’on sent la musique et le parfum des herbes
Le fromage de chèvre et le pain de froment
Et du Mont-Saint-Michel jusqu’à la Contrescarpe
En écoutant parler les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s’est pris dans une harpe
Et qu’il en a gardé toutes les harmonies
Dans cette langue belle aux couleurs de Provence
Où la saveur des choses est déjà dans les mots
C’est d’abord en parlant que la fête commence
Et l’on boit des paroles aussi bien que de l’eau
Les voix ressemblent aux cours des fleuves et des rivières
Elles répondent aux méandres, au vent dans les roseaux
Parfois même aux torrents qui charrient du tonnerre
En polissant les pierres sur le bord des ruisseaux
C’est une langue belle à l’autre bout du monde
Une bulle de France au nord d’un continent
Sertie dans un étau mais pourtant si féconde
Enfermée dans les glaces au sommet d’un volcan
Elle a jeté des ponts par-dessus l’Atlantique
Elle a quitté son nid pour un autre terroir
Et comme une hirondelle au printemps des musiques
Elle revient nous chanter ses peines et ses espoirs
Nous dire que là-bas dans ce pays de neige
Elle a fait face aux vents qui soufflent de partout
Pour imposer ses mots jusque dans les collèges
Et qu’on y parle encore la langue de chez nous
C’est une langue belle à qui sait la défendre
Elle offre les trésors de richesses infinies
Les mots qui nous manquaient pour pouvoir nous comprendre
Et la force qu’il faut pour vivre en harmonie
Et de l’Île d’Orléans jusqu’à la Contrescarpe
En écoutant chanter les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s’est pris dans une harpe
Et qu’il a composé toute une symphonie
Et de l’Île d’Orléans jusqu’à Contrescarpe
En écoutant chanter les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s’est pris dans une harpe
Et qu’il a composé toute une symphonie

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Kehlani – Valentine’s Day (Shameful) Lyrics

Torn between crying for help And not letting them see me sweat But it’s certain shit I can’t forget I won’t get over it easy Shit makes me queasy I am making amends with myself Forgiving me for loving you I took a risk loving loudly Defended you proudly Ignored all the signs, yeah it’s true
And, the immature me wishes that I could make it known That you should be left alone Don’t deserve words or thoughts from me I can go heal on my own And, the immature me hopes the world sees just who you are A facade only gets you so far And I’m bigger than you, so I can’t meet you where you are
I’d say your name but you don’t deserve recognition You played the hero but you really are the villain There ain’t a bone in me that wants to spare your feelings You called me crazy, but it was my intuition Used me for status and the fame and recognition It’s fucking crazy what they do for recognition I’d say your name but you don’t deserve recognition I’d say your name but I won’t, uh
I got to give myself credit for loving as hard as I did I helped you fight your addiction and change your whole life Just to find myself played in the end Ain’t no regrets cause I’m proud that my heart was so pure And I’m never ashamed of my love Now I’m finding strength in the fact that your nothing to me And I know the things I am above
And, the immature me wishes I could just runaway To somewhere I still feel sane ‘Cause truth is I’ve been fucking lost since that very day And, really I’m wishing that I could just catch a break It’s been hell every couple days And now I’m here broken expected to carry the weight
I’d say your name but you don’t deserve recognition You played the hero but you really are the villain There ain’t a bone in me that wants to spare your feelings You called me crazy, but it was my intuition Used me for status and the fame and recognition It’s fucking crazy what they do for recognition I’d say your name but you don’t deserve recognition I’d say your name but I won’t, uh
That’s just you (That’s just you)
I always land on my feet Bounce back getting clean and neat Wish I didn’t check your text when you was drunk sleep I’ve seen everything I didn’t want to see That I needed to see That I needed it to be Hope you live happily ever after with the bitch Fly to France wine and crackers honeymoon with the bitch I hope you fuck around and have the son you wanted with the bitch
You might be so amazed after all of this (So) Out on the table your friends and your family, even your label Everyone love me, damn its so shameful I kept you stable, you should be grateful Ain’t find out sooner that you was unfaithful Damn you’re so shameful So fucking shameful Damn you’re so… fucking ungrateful

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Chance The Rapper – Wala Cam lyrics

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Big ol’ booty gotta jump, gotta juke me
Gotta plan, gotta duty
Gotta dance, gotta boogie
I’m a fan, gotta stan
Gotta cam, it’s a movie
Make my ‘gram look like Cannes, like in France
My momma, my mamma mia
Tell me what your momma feeds you
You getting that cornbread and choreo
Let me throw you on the story though
Trying to be like story mode
You belong on the war zone on
Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Nigga you can’t dance
My feet like my hands
Your feet like quicksand
Something I can’t stand
Something I just hate
I’m not on no date
Car don’t got no roof
Works, don’t got no brake
Girl don’t got no waist
Watch don’t got no face
Jet don’t got no plates
God don’t got no cape
Shoes don’t got no J’s
Don’t got no style, don’t got no taste
Bank don’t got no card, don’t got quickpay, don’t got no Chase

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 3: Supa Bwe]
Watching DBZ
Shorty stuck to me
Like she lowkey USB
I just want some head, want some lowkey guillotine
Police watching me like I’m lowkey new TV
Like I’m serving twenty p’s
Like I lowkey used to be
Over the seas with my girl cause she over achieving
Don’t put nobody over her king
Love my life
Shorty ride my face like bike
I’ma beat it like Mike, not Ike
My spliff broke, sh*t! oh life
I might spent on you
All year, all night
I might some f*ck some ads up
Or f*ck your mans up
I might f*ck some bands up
Switch the plan up
Leave the country like right now
Shit, I might go flight
I might take off tonight
I might, I might, I might
Tonight I might

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
You need name tag
She got the same ass
Same drawers, same car
Same bag, damn fraud
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
Pop pop pop that cork
Pop it like July 4th
Shorty don’t move like yours
She get it from a store
You get it from the Stork
They don’t do this up North
They always end it [?]

[Chorus]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala

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Future – 31 DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Every now and then, you know what I’m sayin’
Most of them, majority of the time
You dig
We in that mode

[Verse 1]
This is a moment of clarity
Everything VV’s, I’m gone to the maximum
Young nigga flood out a ‘axima, flawless the face, then run through a pack of them
Everything classical, everything magical when they was checking my catalogue
Eating on caviar, smash on a stallion
Draped in medallions, yeah
The pill on the caliber
Put on the passenger
Whatever time, wherever I was at
Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
I have her flying where ever I’m at
You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not have her naked where I land
I got a second option, and fourth and fifth one whereever a nigga staying
I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands
Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can
The Glock was still on me while we was romancin’
Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France
She caramel, what’d i get a tan
I need to pay her when I get the chance
Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash
Talkin’ that shit, he get smoked like a blunt
Took a few Pakistanians to lunch
Got some little slim shit in Milan
These niggas be hatin’, putting on a front

[Chorus]
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her and made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

[Verse 2]
Doing it on a chinchilla, oh yeah
We fucking a couple of strippers together
Shawty my rider, she down for whatever
Y’all give her capital murder, her swagger killer
Shawty got more bags than a drug dealer
I put her in a Patek, I put her in the c’s
I’m on a whole ‘other level with her
Had to get a penthouse just for the freaks
So they could all come and sleep with us
We do nothing that is normal, everything we do is super gigantic
We don’t put on fugazi, everything we wear super Titanic
I just caught me a wave, feel like a nigga that jumped in the Atlantic
One hell of a car collection, pulling it up, it’s panoramic
Picked her up in a Cayenne, soon as she got in she got nothing on

[Chorus]
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her, made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

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Lil Gnar – Drop Top Benz (feat. Lil Skies) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
We pulled up in a drop top Benz

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

[Verse: Lil Gnar]
Whip the [?] the mirror, you niggas can’t stand us
Diamonds they be dripping, my left wrist look like Atlantis
Made it out the bottom, put that on my momma
It’s a rockstar party, come and pop a pill babe
Got some neck up in the foreign, had to hit the killswitch
Lot of young niggas and you know we came to kill shit
Baby girl stop whining, put that molly on your tongue
Never touched a hundred bands, how you judging up
She just wanna eat and fuck but I cannot be cuffed
Getting money everyday that be my mission
Run it up so catch me flexing in the picture
In the picture
G [?] with the red [?] you can’t get it [?]
Drop top Benz got your bitch like oh my god
Off the gas and I’m seeing stars
Bust down, that’s a [?]

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

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Buckwheat Catapillar – Hitler Is A Jerk! lyrics

Hitler is a Jerk !
Seig Heil !
Mussolini bit his weeny now it doesn’t squirt

Hitler is a jerk !

Aryan nation big sensation if you can not think
The racists they don’t think, Cos Logics on the blink
The Skin heads got no brainz, The Skin heads are Insane
We view them with disdain, Cos their middle names are Jane

Hitler is a Jerk !

The KKK ain’t helped no man to find a better way
Their hatred’s in the way, Will hatred win the day
The wizard must be Gay, The Skinheads must be Gay ?
That’s why they wear their hair that way,
That’s why they wear their hair that way

Hitler is a jerk !

There’s a place in France where the ladies wear no pants
And the dance they do cost a dollar ninety two
There’s a hole in the wall and we can see it all, We can see it all

Hitler is a jerk !

Racist’s Suck! The Skinheads suck !
The Skinheads they don’t work
Hayden lake ? Big Mistake
Hayden lake ? Vacation Town
We’ll burn a Cross. Bring your Friends !

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Bob Gaulke – Fandom lyrics

Fred and Catherine make love in my head
I hear them bite when I dream
Pulling strings tied in wires
And reverb plates hammers pounding

You might think they live in my room
Screaming at such a volume
You might think I’d shut them up
Wouldn’t you

Making things they keep me guessing
With interesting songs to sing
It’s irritating when you do things everyday
That don’t make you happy

Fred and catherine play night and day
They don’t do an office routine
Fred and Catherine take me to places I’ve never seen

In days when I can’t see beyond times colored gray and green
In nights when imagination’s warmth holds me as close as a love could be

In a life as short as this where nothing
Seems to resist this very seductive technology

Fred and Catherine live ten thousand miles away in Paris, France
Fred and Catherine are my best friends; we’ve never met

My money goes to a company that pays them royalties
They make what they feel; somehow it makes me happy

I don’t stay long depressed I don’t get upset
I escape to a place that doesn’t exist
Lonely in my bed I listen to Catherine and Fred
Some day I’m gonna live like them

Verse: F#7/F#9/B
Chorus: Dmaj7/Dadd9aug5/D9sus4
Bridge: B/E/C#/F#/C#

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Lil Durk – Cross Roads

OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin’ man, MG-03, 72nd
So you- we on the block this early?
Yeah it’s 9th Street man, fool a lot of s**t happened there
And I’m in my feelings at a crossroads
Don’t want to go
Cross roads.

Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the cross roads
Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the cross roads
And I’m gonna miss everybody
And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
And I’m gonna miss everybody
And I’m gonna miss everybody
And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
And I’m gonna miss everybody.

Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
And I’m gonna miss everybody
Capo, L’A, everybody
Nuski, Fredo, everybody
Honesty, they live by it
And these bodies steady droppin’ but you barely hear about ’em
And they can’t take fear up out ’em, ohhh.

Allah, we don’t believe in Jesus
RIP Kenneka Jenkins
Look what they doin’ to my people
Think it’s funny, why they tweakin’?
They gon’ snake you, they not equal
That s**t with Fredo got me tweakin’
They not cryin’, they just tweetin’
Ain’t no time to do no grievin’
Percocet come out my pores
You don’t feel that when they die ’til it happen to yours, yeah
But they got a choice versuri-lyrics.info
In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice
See I ain’t changed but I was goin’ through changes
Pluto’d still be alive if he ain’t hang with strangers
Niggas love you when you dead, that s**t the strangest
Skylar and Bella my two angels
Fo’nem at your roof like a f*****g reindeer
So deep inside this hellhole, it don’t rain here
We love the same people, we ain’t got the same tears
They don’t understand me, don’t think they can hear
Spread the love (we can’t ’cause niggas die ’bout it)
Spread the love (this time they said I’ll die ’bout it)
Spread the love (my niggas, I’ll fire shots ’bout ’em)
Spread the love (too many niggas got bodies)
I’m so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I’d see France?
If I ain’t have beef I think they’d be treatin’ me like Chance
Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I’m too advanced
Even though that I’m lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy.

You ever seen friends turn to snakes?
You ever seen snakes turn to friends?
I’m seein’ this s**t happen every day
That’s where we at, know what I’m sayin’
We rap about it ’cause we got, know what I’m sayin’
I see people judgin’ us, talkin’ ’bout
They always talkin’ ’bout guns, postin’ guns
They doin’ it for the money
See I came from s**t, know what I’m sayin’, so I do what I want
That’s why 2Pac was so great, you feel me?
He spoke his mind
Nigga ain’t gotta be no gangster
Everybody with me ain’t no gangsters
You know what I’m sayin’, everybody with me ain’t no killers
Everybody with me don’t get money
You know what I’m sayin’, but we gon’ make that s**t work
We gon’ put the money niggas with the money niggas
We gon’ put the killers with the killers, know what I’m sayin’
And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know?
For real, for realll.

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Lil Durk – Cross Roads Lyrics

[Intro]
OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin’ man, MG-03, 72nd
So you- we on the block this early?
Yeah it’s 9th Street man, fool a lot of shit happened there
And I’m in my feelings at a crossroads
Don’t want to go
Crossroads

[Pre-Chorus]
Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads
Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads
And I’m gonna miss everybody
And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
And I’m gonna miss everybody
And I’m gonna miss everybody
And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
And I’m gonna miss everybody

[Chorus]
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
And I’m gonna miss everybody
Capo, L’A, everybody
Nuski, Fredo, everybody
I done seen they dead bodies
And these bodies steady droppin’ but you barely hear about ’em
And they can’t take fear up out ’em, oh

[Verse]
Allah, we don’t believe in Jesus
RIP Kenneka Jenkins
Look what they doin’ to my people
Think it’s funny, why they tweakin’?
They gon’ snake you, they not equal
That shit with Fredo got me tweakin’
They not cryin’, they just tweetin’
Ain’t no time to do no grievin’
Percocet come out my pores
You don’t feel that when they die ’til it happen to yours, yeah
But they got a choice
In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice
See I ain’t changed but I was goin’ through changes
Pluto’d still be alive if he ain’t hang with strangers
Niggas love you when you dead, that shit the strangest
Skylar and Bella my two angels
Fo’nem at your roof like a fucking reindeer
So deep inside this hellhole, it don’t rain here
We love the same people, we ain’t got the same tears
They don’t understand me, don’t think they can hear
Spread the love (we can’t ’cause niggas die ’bout it)
Spread the love (this time they said I’ll die ’bout it)
Spread the love (my niggas, I’ll fire shots ’bout ’em)
Spread the love (too many niggas got bodies)
I’m so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I’d see France?
If I ain’t have beef I think they’d be treatin’ me like Chance
Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I’m too advanced
Even though that I’m lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy

[Outro]
You ever seen friends turn to snakes?
You ever seen snakes turn to friends?
I’m seein’ this shit happen every day
That’s where we at, know what I’m sayin’
We rap about it ’cause we got, know what I’m sayin’
I see people judgin’ us, talkin’ ’bout
They always talkin’ ’bout guns, postin’ guns
They doin’ it for the money
See I came from shit, know what I’m sayin’, so I do what I want
That’s why 2Pac was so great, you feel me?
He spoke his mind
Nigga ain’t gotta be no gangster
Everybody with me ain’t no gangsters
You know what I’m sayin’, everybody with me ain’t no killers
Everybody with me don’t get money
You know what I’m sayin’, but we gon’ make that shit work
We gon’ put the money niggas with the money niggas
We gon’ put the killers with the killers, know what I’m sayin’
And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know?
For real, for real

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DNCE – Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby I, I got something to say t-t-tonight
What you got to say?
Every time I try to find the words
Don’t come out right

And I can’t stop thinking about you
No I can’t stop thinking about you
Do you want me?
Do you need me?
Cause I think I’m falling in love

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t go baby, bye-bye-bye
Tell me that you want me to-ni-ni-night
Oh no, don’t be sh-sh-shy-shy
Tell me that you want me to-ni-ni-night

[Chorus]
Baby, dance with me
Come on and dance with me
Clap your hands with me
Go to France with me
Come on and dance with me
Come on and dance with me
Clap your hands with me
Go to France with me

[Verse 2]
Beating heart
Racing in my chest
It’s beating hard, yeah
Pretty girl
Let’s take it all the way
Across the world

Cause I can’t stop thinking about you
No I can’t stop thinking about you
Do you want me? (do you want me?)
Do you need me? (do you need me?)
Cause I think I’m falling in love (I think I’m falling in love)

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t go baby, bye-bye-bye
Tell me that you want me to-ni-ni-night
Oh no, don’t be sh-sh-shy-shy
Tell me that you want me to-ni-ni-night

[Chorus]
Baby, dance with me
Come on and dance with me
Clap your hands with me
Go to France with me
Come on and dance with me
Come on and dance with me
Clap your hands with me
Go to France with me

[Bridge]
Be my only one, and only for me
I’ll be your amor, be my [?]
Be my only one, and only for me
I’ll be your amor, be my [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t go baby, bye-bye-bye
Tell me that you want me to-ni-ni-night
Oh no, don’t be sh-sh-shy-shy
Tell me that you want me to-ni-ni-night

[Chorus]
Baby, dance with me
Come on and dance with me
Clap your hands with me
Go to France with me
Come on and dance with me
Come on and dance with me
Clap your hands with me
Go to France with me

[Outro]
Baby, baby we can go there

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A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

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DJ Premier – Our Streets (feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Primo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Primo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever, got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dream

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP
A$AP

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Pupajim – Rub A Dub Anthem

The song i would sing is not about the war
Not about the drugs, and not about the star
The story i would tell you its about a style of song
That style of song come from the underground
This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
To your family your crew and your friend
Cause rub-a-dub is the style with the micro {function ta}?
Following the bass and then the down tom pressure
The kick give me the tempo the hi-hat follow me
Yes the skunk make me move and give me energy
So move your dancing feet and your body
This is not a wicked joke this is reality
Show me your favorite stance you use in di dance
All over the world and even in our France
This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
To your family your crew and your friend
Cause rub-a-dub is a fashion to people it come from
from daddy U-roy to KRS One
It’s from rub a dub, they rub and they dub
The flow, the technics, they’re out of the talk
Rub a dub inna di north inna di south that time we rub a dub
Rub a dub all wide world
Rub a dub all wide world
Rub a dub inna di north inna di south that time we rub a dub
Inna di east inna di west
Rub a dub all wide world
Rub a dub all wide world
The H the I the G the H the T the O the N the E here come
the Rub a dub holme
Rub a dub anthem (3x)
To your family your crew and your friend
This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
To your family your crew and your friend
Cause rub-a-dub is the style with the micro {function ta}?
Following the bass and then the down tom pressure
The kick give me the tempo the hi-hat follow me
Yes the skunk make me move and give me energy
So move your dancing feet and your body
This is not a wicked joke this is reality
Show me your favorite stance you use in di dance
All over di world and even in our France
This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
To your family your crew and your friend
Cause rub-a-dub is a fashion to people it come from
From daddy U-roy to KRS One
It’s from rub a dub, they rub and they dub
The flow, the technics, they’re out of the talk
Rub a dub inna di north inna di south that time we rub a dub
Inna da east inna da west
Rub a dub all wide world
Rub a dub all wide world (bis)

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Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil’ Kim)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy duffed ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met him, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

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Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil Kim)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

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Remy Ma Feat. Lil Kim – Wake Me Up Lyrics


(Verse 1: Remy Ma)
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen b*tch I been, b*tch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean b*tch
I’m his dream b*tch
Mean b*tch, take one for the team b*tch!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

(Verse 2: Remy Ma)
I’m rich, I’mma stay that b*tch!
You fake-ass b*tch, you owe homage, pay that sh*t!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that sh*t
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that sh*t!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and sh*t
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that sh*t!
I hate that sh*t, I can make or break your sh*t
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them sh*ts!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that sh*t
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that b*tch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
B*tch, you so thirsty, obey that sh*t
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that b*tch!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

(Bridge: Lil’ Kim)
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

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Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

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Tyga – Nigga Wit Money

Uh
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big old ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
How that shit fit on a toilet seat
And my new bitch walk like that shit don’t stink
(Mm mm mm) shit don’t stink
Fuck around with me I got that big old mink
I gotta drag that bitch on the floor
Pour up and then we make a porn (mm mm mm)
Go on and back it up (mm mm mm)
U-haul truck
Tattoos whoa voom scarred up
I get high off the money that’s star bucks
Yea, that’s star bucks
I got a few dtf’s and they down to fuck
I slide in like a parking lot
I get, I get, pussy a lot

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money

What I’mma do, keep getting this money
And what you gon’ do, flip through the gram
Made a movie, we shot it in France
I did it cause I can bitch we was in Cannes (mm mm mm)
Brunch on the sand
Four bracelets I’m the new Killa Cam
Earrings, band
New watches, bananas
Banana in pajamas
The cock is banana (Panda panda)
I got broads in Atlanta (Panda panda)
I got broads in Havana
I got broads on Lufthansa
The bitch just text, she left her bra in the Phantom (mm mm mm)
Sabotage
And that Cartier say it’s savage time
Webbie on repeat, it’s Savage Life
I hit my girl last night, and her friend tonight (mm mm mm)
Yea bitch, I’m the shit
Me and your nigga we opposite
I can make you famous I need five percent
I get it, I get it, poppin’ bitch

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
Nigga with money

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Scott Disick “Threatening” Kourtney Kardashian for Dating Again: “You Better Watch Your Back!”

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And Scott Disick‘s issues with Kourtney Kardashian‘s dating life continues.

In this sneak peek from next Sunday’s new Keeping Up With the Kardashians, Kourtney reveals Scott’s gone off the rails now that she’s dating model Younes Bendjima.

“He’s threatening me now,” Kourtney tells a shocked Khloe Kardashian and Kim Kardashian in the clip. “He goes, ‘You better watch your back.’”

“This is not going to end well,” a worried Kim says.

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Wearing a casual white sweater and jeans, Kourt and her man go to a video game space that is called La Tête Dans Les Nuages in Paris on Sept. 30, 2017.

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Wearing eye-catching ensembles, the couple takes to the streets of the City of Lights on Oct. 1.

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The duo stroll around the Champs-Elysees in Paris on Sept. 26, 2017.

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Kourt is all smiles as she and her main man leave the PSG store on the Champs-Elysees Avenue in Paris on Sept. 26, 2017

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Wearing a trench coat and Nikes, Younes holds Khloe’s hands as the pair stroll through Montmartre on Sept. 30, 2017 in Paris, France. 

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On Sept. 30, the reality star wished Paris good night with a starry snap, which made the couple Instagram official.

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King Blues – We Are Fucking Angry Lyrics

KING BLUES
We Are Fucking Angry Lyrics

Just a glimpse of the future we’re buying
Behind them hands are you laughing or crying?
You fall apart when we ain’t complying
And we ain’t gonna take this no more
In the fog vampire blood suckers
Fight them off by flinging nunchuckas
You can’t stop us, up for the ruckus
And we ain’t gonna take this no more

Cut the bankers, cut the MP’s
Cut the rich and the riot police
Cut the state and cut the war
But they cut the poor

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

Hang the judge and kill the jury
Come alive and use your fury
The future will write the history
And we ain’t gonna take this no more
Vote of faith and we get what we ask for
This is class war, this is class war
It’s what we wear our hoods and our masks for
And we ain’t gonna take this no more

Cut the bankers, cut the MP’s
Cut the rich and the riot police
Cut the state and cut the war
But they cut the poor

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

If you cover your ears when we vote or come in peace
Then you give us no choice but to tear down these streets
Students, workers and unemployed unite and rise out of the slum
France, Spain, Greece we’re joining you finally our time has come

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

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Lockslegl & Canabasse – Lo Ma Def (Afrotrap Vol. 1 Album)

si on te dit que je reviendrai pas
qu’ils ne m’ont pas épargné
ou je te dis qu’on s’en va

que tu dois tout plaquer, m’accompagner
je voyais le monde à un autre œil et je refusais de voir la vérité avant toi
plein de fois j’ai voulu te plaquer y renoncer j’ai renié malgré moi
“buuuuuuuuzzlabb”
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
j’ai fait du sale ça me fait mal je fais sa tête souvent en y repensant bloquer dans la haas
vu que la france est vénale je veux lui plaire mais aux yeux de l’argent suis le suspect dans la pièce
je voulais pas faire de mal moi je voulais juste faire mon argent avant d’en fumer la pièce
pour aller renflouer la caisse
en indépendant car personne n’a fait un geste
normalement c’est la même
tu pilotes
man a bad man
j’ai pas eu le choix
et je priais pour que ça change
un jour ou l’autre
chacun, son chemin
on n’a pas pris le droit
yeah
les joins et les femmes tournaient
et on était bien tous les trois
j’avais du mal à changer
c’était avant toi
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
yeah
quand le lion part en ch-sse c’est pour sa femelle et ses enfants
pareil pour toi dans la thess
l’esprit dans un treuil
suis venu pour prendre mon deal réinvestir au pays
l’argent c’est pas mon dieu
je suis monothéiste
sur ceux qui leur emmerdent
pas de ceux qui leur obéissent
et leurs parents vieillissent
suis défoncé à l’herbe
jette pas ça à l’air
mais c’est pour que dieu nous bénisse
suis debout sur scène tu rêvais d’anonymat
viens, je t’amène on y va
je ne promets pas que tout ira
je te promets d’avoir la foi
yeah baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
foma diar beu soppi lepp
sama life dale dou wone lii
but i’ve no regret
beu legui ma beug mou niangue
meu gueumeuti ngueu tew
boumala amoul wone mou niaw
ndakhté j’aurais rien à perdre
yeah diaral ngama doundou baby
ajuster leu beu fight ways
nieulei yako done mou lew
ndakh à part namouma leine
lolou nga ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
lolou nga ma def
baby fofou nga ma tek
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
lolou nga ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
bébé lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def
baby fo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
j’ai changé tu sais
baby lo ma def
mon bébé lionne, ma reine, ma negresse
baby lo ma def

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The Doppelgangaz – Boston Beard (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
Ain’t from the six side, so ain’t no Junos that were given
Hide in disguise, making pruno up in prison
Now you dick ride ‘cause the crew shine like a prism
Now i’m fish fried, got a bish wide
I, got an Arabic chick out of Mamaroneck
Play the skin flute, recorder and the clarinet
Yet, she don’t trust him, keep her purse near
And said “did I cook a ribeye with reverse sear?”
Said it like it was her worst fear
Told her fall back, Gangaz put in work here
Got the smear and pate from Cesare
Shit, "You Gotta Be" good like Des’ree
Aye, but he don’t say much to flatter dates
Spent the last Saturday on Chaturbate
Wait, and did some shit that’ll cost him years
So now he walk around with a Boston beard

[Hook]
Ignore the warning that my momma gave
Accidently caused a tidal wave
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

Ignore the warning that my momma gave aye
Accidently caused a tidal wave aye
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
I’m feeling myself In a pair of brothel creepers and they size twelve
Known to look a little deeper when the eyes delve
And I’m coming through your speakers with the wise elf
He ain’t reaching high shelves, nah
Catch Matter ov Fact riding through France on a hog
Back of the bike is a ballet dancer from Prague
She like it when he’s taking a stance on his blog
Living off of Apple teeth and some ants on a log
Agh and all my niggas push Toyota Venzas
Looking for some shorties suffering from affluenza
Yeah and if you see one tell her "holla holla"
Tony stark? nah a nigga need T’challa dollars agh
They Tried to play him like he’s not a scholar
Did some dirt and now he’s hiding out in Guatemala
Had to Learn to travel wit a lightened load
Neck beard on him looking like he’s writing code

[Hook]
Ignore the warning that my momma gave
Accidently caused a tidal wave
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

Ignore the warning that my momma gave aye
Accidently caused a tidal wave aye
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

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Jamie Foxx – Speak French Lyrics

JAMIE FOXX
Speak French Lyrics

Oohh baby
I like kissin you
Oohh baby
I like kissin

(Chorus) 2x
I dont speak french but I’ll tongue you down (down)
Tongue you down (down)
Tongue you down
I dont speak french but I’ll tongue you down (down)
Tongue you down
Tongue, tongue you down

(Jamie Foxx)
Parlez vous francais?
Thats not the language I speak
But your body
Got me sayin some things
That people in France dont speak

Take the elevator up to the 22nd level
Thats where you meet me babe
Girl when you get up to the 22nd level
Thats when the violin play

(Chorus)2x

(Gucci Mane)
Mmhmmm, shawty go dumb
I run her good [?]
Give her she got wisdom
I took my diamond off my pinky
Put it on her thumb
Now she cant close her mouth
And when she smile, bright as the sun
Lip service
Room service
I walk in the club husbands get nervous
I dont mean to diss
But I dont like to kiss
But you so f**kin fine I took that rule off my list
She walked in kissed the hottest rapper on his lips
I took a picture of my dick and sent it as a gift
Jamie the entertainer
Gucci the idiot
She came to the house start kissin it immediate

(Chorus) 2x

(Jamie Foxx)
As a matter of fact
I got a better sensation
If you let me do that I got a stronger rotation (rotation)
Cuz so many guys
Ruin the pleasant surprise

Take the elevator up to the 22nd level
Thats where you meet me babe
Girl when you get up to the 22nd level
Thats when the violin play

Watchin you go up the staircase
Got me imaginin some of the craziest ideas
Of you and me makin love
Girl somethin on your mind
But you aint gotta say it
Theres a chance you wanna take
And you gon have to take it
And theres a blueprint to a girl
And she standin naked
Damn you naked
You standin naked
And damn there somethin crazy about the way you say that..

(Chorus)2x

Only red roses for you baby
And only white roses for you baby
But I gotta keep it ghetto
Gotta keep my girl in stilettos
While she sittin here singin this demo
Sing it
Sing it
Parlez vous francais?
Yea..

(Chorus)

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Asap Rocky – Hear Me Lyrics

ASAP ROCKY
Hear Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
First of all, I would like to start by saying
I’m the motherf**king man, just thought I’d let you niggas know, hear me?
If the shit hit the fan and these rappers start
The pen coming at you niggas’ throats, hear me?
Do it big out in Cannes
At the film festival, nigga, every year I go, hear me?
Big dick, that’s my man
Keep forty bitches round, bring ’em everywhere I go
Hear me? Hear me? Chilling on a boat
In the south of France, island happened off the coast
Saint-Tropez when I’m waving to the folks
Got the young trap lord with me looking like the Pope, hear me?
Grew up living broke
Before we’d seen it all, niggas had to dream it all
Don’t you compare me cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they feel me
They don’t feel me but they feel me, they hear me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Pharrell]
Hear me?
Young niggas doing what it takes to survive
Hear me?
Young niggas only pay attention if it’s fly
Hear me?
All I ever hope to do is prosper when I strive
Hear me?
If they ain’t playing in the game then they hating on the side
Hear me?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Black dark shades, black leather jacket
Bad chick on my arm got me looking like The Fonz, hear me?
We the champions and about to get a ring same size as LeBron’s, hear me? Hear me?
Yeah, life is a bitch and it’s no holds barred, every man for themselves, hear me? Hear me?
And if you ain’t a man and your name ain’t Solange
Keep your hands to yourself, hear me?
But I don’t know them grown folks’ business
The thoughts that they plant like it’s photosynthe-sis
In your bits, put their nose all in it
I bring ’em to the light with my photogenics
Hear me? f**k all those critics
If Flacko on the booth, that mean a killer on the loose, ooh
Don’t you compare me cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they feel me
They don’t feel me but they fear me, they hear me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Hear me? Hear me?
Young niggas doing what it takes to survive
Hear me? Hear me?
Young niggas only pay attention if it’s fly
Hear me? Hear me?
All I ever hope to do is prosper when I strive
Hear me?
If they ain’t playing in the game then they hating on the side

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, third verse, turn to third gear
I left a couple things out like the third wheel
These niggas lying on tracks without a third rail
Cause yeah, I’m only stating facts when I’m saying on wax
In your ear like I’m cleaning out the wax
They don’t hear me like they’re deaf, “it was wack”, was dirt there?
Hear me? Yes, I gotta talk about the trap
Matter of fact, let me talk about rap cause I’ve served here
Yeah, hear me? Hear me?
Man, f**k the bullshit cause now I’m in my zone, hear me? Hear me?
I hear the same bullshit in every other song, hear me?
So I try to give ’em something different, listen when I’m on, hear me? Hear me?
Saddest thing about it is they only pay attention and they miss you when you’re gone, hear me? Hear me?

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Justin Bieber – Maserati Lyrics

JUSTIN BIEBER
Maserati Lyrics

(Jaden Smith & Justin Bieber)
Ah
What’s up Jaden?
I’m feeling nice right now
I’m feeling good to bro
I’m feeling really nice right now
Swag
Swaggy
I’m in my closet right now
Literally in your closet?
I’m literally in my closet right now recording this song like a g
Misfits
You are a g bro
You’re a wrap
You’re a wrap bro
Ah swag
Swaggy, swaggy, swaggy, swaggy
(Jaden Smith)
Oh, I ain’t never met a groupie
All I meet is ladies
And I like my privacy
So I got a Mercedes
Got these chokers shaking
Reminding me have hated
Sorry ’bout the security
It’s only for your safety
Cause baby I’ll be pimpin’
Holler if you see me
I’m probably in Miami
With my girl in a bikini
Text me if you need me
Touch me if you’re greedy
‘Cause you’ll probably be with Nicki
While she says Waikiki
How we the illest and the youngest?
I really don’t know how we the killest and the dumbest
Swear it’s really early
But I don’t know where the sun is
And girl just take my hand
While I knock away these hundreds
Cause the crowd is going crazy
Money coming in bundles
Sorry that I couldn’t see you
It’s hard to see through my stunners
Dumb blondes be sayin’ I’m the funnest
All I’m hearing is claps
Though I don’t know where the drum is
Girl you like it
So just give me the mic
And I’ll get you so excited
Tell me what you want
I’ll go home and write it
To a old school beat
Baby take your lip and bite it
Oh jeez
Girl you got me and you gon’ make me work
Cause it’s usually a hobby
And no I really like you
And no it’s not your body
But trust me that’s a plus
Cause you’re hotter than wasabi
And I’m diggin’ on your kicks
Jokers talking ’bout karate
When I want a girl I just whip out the Maserati
No I can’t drive it
It’s only for the show
And I like to wear the (?)
Watch them circus glow
Girl I’m on like a light bulb
Are you coming home from the night club?
‘Cause I tried to get in but I ain’t reached the height limit
That might be over but the night isn’t so I’m
So text me if you tryna chill with Wesley
Cause me and Mandy are chillin’
So don’t wear nothing dressy
Inside jokes are only funny when you get them
So (?) is the place to be (?) and I’m living in them dance halls
Alright J I think I got it from here
Justin Bieber
Headphones on yeah
Turn them up a little bit
(Justin Bieber)
Baby I’m the man
I felt that you knew that
I’m now in Japan
Just because I do that
So baby don’t you stop it
Baby can you drop it
I give you my chain
I style like Kentucky
Money on my mind
And you on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too big for my time
And everybody know that
Baby I’m the man
Can’t you understand
Keep you wondering
If I’m the wonderman
And you’re in wonderland
Hey my name is JB
I’m always rocking Vans
And if I was your boyfriend
I would love you till the end
I’d kiss your face in public
You can tell all of your friends
Baby girl you got that body
Would you like to go to France?
We can fly there on my jet babe
I can give you jetlag
I don’t do Jamaica baby
I can make you sweat babe
And if you ain’t in the crew
You’ll never get this
Posted at the crib with the Misfits