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Juicy J – Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]

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Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 1]
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
What up? You can’t waste none of my time bitch
I’m up, I got way too many money
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

[Bridge]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

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Future – Walk On Minks Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
I ain’t gonna kick it, all game to you
I’m talkin’ minks now
I’ma be honest before honest
I’ma keep it one thou’
Listen

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

[Verse 1]
You think I’m not grantin’ wishes
You think I’m not hungry and ambitious
You think them [?] did it
You think them [?] did it
Don’t you be mad silly?
Don’t you be one of the ones that would laugh at me?
I’ll load it up on [?] fire like a gun
I’ll spit the brrrr cash at you
You think you ridin’ in foreigns right now
I’ma throw the whole dash at you
Mink coats, we can walk on ’em like red carpets
Walk on ’em if you choose to
You can walk on it like Jimmy Choo’s
You can walk on it
I put a mink coat over you, under you
Gon’ head, girl, walk on it
This for the ones tried to step on the name
Like you was a valedictorian
Like you wasn’t gon’ be [?]
Like you wasn’t gon’ be bling-blingin’
Don’t get caught up in your ring finger
We gon’ spend this shit until your fingers wrinkled
I ordered diamonds up without blinkin’
Without thinkin’

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

[Verse 2]
Such a ballerific hot topic
Manolo [?] packed inside the closet
Get the llama, put it in the blender
This is for the winners, this is for the sinners
This is for the Dolce, this is for the Gucci
This is for the Rollie, this is for the Prada
This is for the dollars, this is for the guala
This is for the bad [?], gotta holla
Step inside it if it’s mink inside it
If it’s fur inside it, you can really buy it
You killin’ [?] in them Christian Loubs
Every time you step out, there’s a homicide
Winin’, dinin’ in the finest fabrics
Your ears and neck and wrist, a bunch of karats
No comparison, it’s no comparin’
You dryin’ off in a mink towel
Wash it down, baby, wipe it down
This money got your quieter than a mouse
Boss bitch when they see you out
You’re a boss bitch when they see you out
You trip and fall, you gon’ fall on a mink
$20,000 cash, under your feet
You can’t be mistreated, you gotta be greedy
With superstar treatment

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

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Lady Gaga – Filthy Pop (Demo 2) Lyrics

[Intro]
Spin that shit now
Spin that shit now
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Verse 1]
Hello, Mr. Radio
Got our pink lights, and a funny, money retro sound, sound
Spin that shit
Spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Dance, Mr. Radio nerd
How ’bout we trade them speakers for these new Jimmy Choo sneakers?
What do you say? What do you say?

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Verse 2]
Hello, Mr Radio
This beat’s expensive, super pop
Intensive, yeah, spin that shit
Spin it ’til it’s platinum
Hello, Mister “I’m a sick kisser”
Yeah, so’s my sister
How ’bout we kick the speakers with my new Louis Vuitton sneakers

[Pre-Chorus]
Filthy, you’re so filthy
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Bridge]
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (spin that shit now)
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (Spin that shit now)
We might make you queasy, but believe me
When I say this music’s filthy
Yeah, this music’s filthy (filthy oh, so filthy)

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit (spin that shit now), spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (spin that shit now)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (filthy oh, so filthy)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

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Vybz Kartel – Yabba Dabba Doo Lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on…
Hey gyal, a so the bleach make face look old?…
And you a just 35 years old?
Weh the young gyal dem deh, weh bleaching fit you? Make your bumpa roll

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 1]
Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”

[Hook]
Anything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Like, Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 2]
Go a St. Ann, check a gyal down a Priory
Walk with a ratchet, hear say she waan tie me
Go pon the beach and turn it backway, hear her, “Mi hole a burn down!”, mi say, “Irie”
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi come, tip a little curry ’til the meat get clear, spend your bloodclaat money!
Hey gyal, your bleach just nah reach
You shoulda deh a flour, but you stuck a cornmeal
Which idiot buy bleach pill give you?
Pill a fi Matrix! Babes, you a Neo?
Watch a gyal, a white skin you a pray fah?
How much you have, wha’ thousand dollar ago pay fah?
Alright, me have the remedy fi you
Go over the whole sale, buy a dozen sand paper
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 3]
Third verse now, gyal, you’re clean like a cheddar
Don’t too walk out inna sunny weather
Tell your little friend go get herself together
Face white, body black, rasclaat! It’s a zebra?
Bleach and salt water no go together
Don’t take no boost, don’t take no peer pressure
Me no sorry fi you if you nae did a listen
Now your skin look like salt fish pon stretcher
My girl, you might get stretch mark if you rub the gel pon your body too hard
Watch how you paste pon your legs and your arms
If you rub your batty hole and your pussy, wear draws

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 1]
Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”…

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Roy Wood$ – Say Less

[Chorus]
Heard you got a lot to say
Maybe you should say less
You ain’t gotta tell no lie
Baby you can confess
100 fahrenheit in my room
Maybe you should undress
Don’t talk say less
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

[Verse]
(I be, I be, I be)
Falling in love with women, I don’t know what I see in ’em
More times I be lonely so I don’t know what I be feeling
Gotta do more, say less, how I’m living
(B-Town, 6 side shit, know what I’m talking about)
Don’t talk no more cause I know what you do
Got mans to the side but you say you’re alone
Money on sight now your eyes on gold
Can’t take your ass shopping, tripping on Jimmy Choo’s
Yeah, said you gonna stay over for the night, but you got me waiting
Barely said a thing, got me in love without conversation, yeah
I feel beside myself, I understand me
Had to re-align myself or else I would have lost me (would’ve lost me, would’ve lost me, woah no)
But I found myself, in my youth
Time well spent in the booth, oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Heard you got a lot to say
Maybe you should say less
You ain’t gotta tell no lie
Baby you can confess
100 fahrenheit in my room
Maybe you should undress
Don’t talk say less
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
Less, yeah (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
Baby girl, I (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

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B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)

[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah

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Jealousy – Disciples lyrics

Lyrics Disciples – Jealousy

I see her getting dressed
Put on her freakum dress
Painting on them red lips
Tease them with that lipstick
She gon’ turn some heads
Wearing my favorite shoes
Them bang bang Jimmy Choo’s
And I can feel the pressure, chemical reaction in me.(jealousy)

I got this jealousy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking ..
I ain’t got no time for that
You ain’t got no time for that
We ain’t got no time for that
Breaking .. your mind.

I know that I’m acting up
I know that enough is enough
But I can’t help but think
That you’re with somebody drinking in some boujee club
Oh, I know you think I’m mad
I know that this looks bad
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But the joke is on me
I will never be alone.

I got this jealousy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking .. your ..
I ain’t got no time for that
You ain’t got no time for that
We ain’t got no time for that
Breaking .. your ..

I got this jealousyyy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking .. your ..

I got this jealousyyy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking .. yourrr.
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21 Savage – Special (Issa Album)

[Intro]
In my feelings, she got me in my feelings
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Got me in my feeling (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Got me…

[Verse 1]
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Buy a brand new Bentley (forreal)
Buy her new Chanel (forreal)
I don’t kiss and tell (no)
Her diamonds raindrop (yeah)
Stay down when the fame stop (yeah)
She be scratching on my tank top
Real niggas ‘gone make the pain stop
Bad bitch you gone ride with me ’till the wheels off (21)
Baby, you ‘gone calm me down when I’m pissed off (21)
I’m a savage so your panties might get ripped off (21)
Your ex didn’t know how to appreciate you now he missed out

[Chorus]
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I ain’t wanna pest you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

[Verse 2]
Put you in that coupe
Put you in Jimmy Choo (21)
Burken bag (yeah), twenty-five thousand on the tag (yeah)
Put you on a private jet (yeah)
We ain’t never riding first class (yeah)
And we having sex in the air, (yeah)
Make the whole compartment ‘gone crash (yeah)
Hard to find a bad bitch to stay true to me (21)
Who ‘gone spend them late nights in the booth with me
Gotta get a bitch she pullin’ up to shoot with me
If you can’t stay down then you ain’t ‘gone reap the fruits with me
Coke bottle model and she like to swallow
Pussy so good I give her all my guala (all my money)
I got your back forever, put that on my partner (on God)
You ain’t gotta pay no bills

[Chorus]
We got something special
We got something special (yeah)
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna pest you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

[Bridge]
Ride with me (ride with me)
Tell the truth and don’t you lie to me (lie to me)
You know I need you on my side with me (side with me)
Tell the truth and don’t you lie to me (lie to me)
Baby, roll with me (roll with me)
Jump in that coupe and, baby, coast with me (coast with me)
If I was broke she kicking doors with me (doors with me)
Baby, roll with me
Roll with me (21)
I’mma hold you down forever
You my round forever
They just want to use you, but I’m tryna help you
Savage I’m tryna build, they just tryna feel
Really ain’t none of their business

[Chorus]
We got something real special
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna pest you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

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Special

Lyrics to ‘Special’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
In my feelings, she got me in my feelings
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Got me in my feeling (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Got me…

–Verse 1–
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Buy a brand new Bentley (forreal)
Buy her new Chanel (forreal)
I don’t kiss and tell (no)
Her diamonds raindrop (yeah)
They down when the [?] stop (yeah)
She scratching on my tank top
Real niggas ‘gone make the pain stop
Long as you ‘gone run up with me ’till the wheels off (21)
Baby, you ‘gone calm me down when I’m pissed off (21)
I’m a savage so your panties might get ripped off (21)
Your ex didn’t know how to appreciate you now he missed it

–Chorus–
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna [?] you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

–Verse 2–
Put you in that coupe
Put you in Jimmy Choo (21)
Burken bag (yeah), twenty-five thousand on the tag (yeah)
Put you on a private jet (yeah)
We ain’t never riding first class (yeah)
And we having sex in the air, (yeah)
Make the whole compartment ‘gone crash (yeah)
Hard to find a bad bitch to stay true to me (21)
Who ‘gone spend them late nights in the booth with you
Gotta get a bitch that pullin’ up to shot with you
If you can’t stay down then you ain’t ‘gone reap the fruits (nah)
Coke by the [?] and she like the swatch
Pussy so good I give her all my guala (all my money)
I got your back forever, put that on my partner (on God)
You ain’t gotta pay no bills

–Chorus–
We got something special
We got something special (yeah)
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna [?] you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

–Bridge–
Ride with me (ride with me)
Tell the truth and don’t you lie to me (lie to me)
You know I need you on my side with me (side with me)
Tell the truth and don’t you lie to me (lie to me)
Baby, roll with me (roll with me)
Jump in that coupe and, baby, coast with me (coast with me)
If I was broke she kicking doors with me (doors with me)
Baby, roll with me
Roll with me (21)
I’mma hold you down forever
You my round forever
They just want to use you, but I’m tryna help you
Savage I’m tryna build, they just tryna feel
Really ain’t none of their business

–Chorus–
We got something real special
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna [?] you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

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Elle King – Catch Us If You Can Lyrics

ELLE KING
Catch Us If You Can Lyrics

I know I didn’t choose you
We’ve got no time left to lose
Catch us if you can, catch us if you can
The red and blue in the rear view

If I’m a fifth of whiskey
You’re the champagne
If you’re a wildflower
I’m a grenade

We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
Our star won’t fade
We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We are rebel runaways

Catch us if you can, catch us if you can
Catch us if you can, catch us if you can

Mugshots and Jimmy Choo
Diamonds and orange jumpsuits
Catch us if you can, catch us if you can
Looking real good on the evening news

If I’m a fifth of whiskey
You’re the champagne
If you’re a wildflower
I’m a grenade

We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
Our star won’t fade
We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We are rebel runaways

The prince with the manicure
Handcuffs are prison couture
Catch us if you can, catch us if you can

We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
Our star won’t fade
We are the wild, we are the reckless
Set every mile, they’ll never catch us
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We’re rebel runaways
(Catch us if you can, catch us if you can)
(Catch us if you can, catch us if you can)
We’re rebel runaways
Catch us if you can, catch us if you can
We’re rebel runaways
We run away, we run away
Catch us if you can, we’re rebel runaways

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SHONTELLE – T-shirt lyrics

Hey! Let me tell you now
Ooh, baby

Trying to decide, trying to decide
If I really wanna go out tonight
I never used to go out without ya
Not sure I remember how to

Gonna be late, gonna be late
But all my girls gon’ have to wait
‘Cause I don’t know if I like my outfit
I tried everything in my closet

Nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh
With nothing but your t-shirt on, hey

Gotta be strong, gotta be strong
But I’m really hurting now that you’re gone
I thought maybe I’d do some shopping
But I couldn’t get past the door and

Now I don’t know, now I don’t know
If I’m ever really gon’ let you go
And I couldn’t even leave my apartment
I’m stripped down, torn up about it

Now nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on
(I’m all by myself with)
With nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh

With nothing but your t-shirt on
(‘Cause I missed you, ’cause I missed you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Said I missed you baby)

Trying to decide, trying to decide
If I really wanna go out tonight
I couldn’t even leave my apartment
I’m stripped down, torn up about it

‘Cause nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay

Nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay

With nothing but your t-shirt on
Said I got nothing but your t-shirt on
(‘Cause I want to be close to you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(I remember when you would like to see me)
With nothing but your t-shirt on

Nothing but your t-shirt on
(Let me tell you now)
Nothing but your t-shirt on
With nothing but your t-shirt on
Nothing but your t-shirt on
(Said nothing feels right)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Nothing but your t-shirt on)

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Blackbear – Make daddy proud Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair

[Hook]
Started spending all of his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night

[Chorus]
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money

[Verse 2]
Tell me what is it with you
Everything disposable
You don’t listen to
Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
You never come and see me no more
You never hit me back
Scared to make your daddy mad
That’s for sure
You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s

[Hook]
Started spending all his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night

[Chorus (x2)]
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money

[Verse 3]
What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair
Started spending all of his money

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Make daddy proud – Blackbear lyrics

Lyrics Blackbear – Make daddy proud

What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through.(make daddy proud)

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair.

Started spending all of his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night.

Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money.

Tell me what is it with you
Everything disposable
You don’t listen to
Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
You never come and see me no more
You never hit me back
Scared to make your daddy mad
That’s for sure
You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s.

Started spending all his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night.

Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money. (x2)

What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through.

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair
Started spending all of his moneyyy.
Blackbear
Video proud

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Taylor Girlz – Steal Her Man (feat. Trinity Taylor)

My hair like to swing
[Hook 3x]
Ya! Aye! Pop it Pop it Pop it Pop it
Ya! Aye! Left foot, Right foot
Ya! Aye! Don’t fall! Sleep!
Ya! Aye! Steal her man! Steal her man!

[Verse 1]
Backpack girl wanna fight?
That’s a clapback
Boy, last night was a flashback
Look at my back
Hit or take winner
Show that
Walk through the hood
Gimmie that
[?]
Ya!
On my Jimmy Choo’s
I can’t mess wit you
You a thot, you a nusty you
Shoulda flexed on you
I got chemicals, on my visuals
Your so lyrical
Never catch me hanging with some typical
Hey! Ya!
I can steal her man, I can steal her man
She ain’t think I can, she ain’t think I can
I can steal her man, I can steal her man
She ain’t think I can, can
Think I can

[Hook 2x]

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24hrs – Jungle Gym (12 Am Mixtape) letras

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you

[Verse 1]
RIP to Bankroll
Just took a trip to the 6
Came back with a few bankrolls
Murda and we all pourin’ up
Pour up, pour up, ahh
I be smokin’ weed on my own
I be fuckin’ hoes on my own
I be drivin’ foreign on my own
I be flyin’ private on my own
On my own, on my own
I’ve been gettin’ money on my own
I’ve been fuckin’ bitches on my own, on my own
I’ve been blowin’ up on my own, on my own
I’ve been drivin’ foreign on my own, on my own
She just wanna fuck me alone

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you

[Verse 2]
I need your love
I need your love
Girl you like a drug
Girl you like a drug
Man the money is a drug
Man the sex is a drug
I be gone off the drugs
She wanna fuck me on the drugs
I can hit it quicker
Jimmy Choo sneakers
I don’t wanna picture
We can make a movie
I can feel your heart beat

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you