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Miami’s Club Space Is Reopening This Weekend with COVID Restrictions

Miami’s iconic Club Space is about to be the first major club to reopen since COVID-19 hit — but it will have to sacrifice the dance floor. Governor Ron DeSantis recently moved forward with Phase 3 of Florida’s reopening/recovery plan. This has given bars and nightclubs the go-ahead to welcome guests back again with curfews, […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Miami’s Club Space Is Reopening This Weekend with COVID Restrictions

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Ultra Music Festival and iHeartRaves donate 12,000 surgical masks to Miami communities

Ultra Music Festival was one of the first events to be cancelled, affected by the novel coronavirus, COVID-19, back in March. Source: Ultra Music Festival and iHeartRaves donate 12,000 surgical masks to Miami communities Often considered the beginning of festival season for fans of dance music, the Miami festival was set to return to Bayfront Park this year after a brief stint at Virginia Key in 2019. Unfortunately, […]
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Dolls Kill Called Out for Supporting Police Amid Nationwide BLM Protesting

is in the middle of growing protests across the nation powered by the Black Lives Matter movement after the cruel death of George Floyd. Dolls Kill, […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Dolls Kill Called Out for Supporting Police Amid Nationwide BLM Protesting The U.S. Along with the peaceful protests, there is also rioting and looting taking place starting from Minneapolis and expanding to New York, Los Angeles, Miami, Philadelphia, and more.

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Miami Goes 7 Weeks Without Homicide, Sees Decrease In Other Crimes During Pandemic

Source: Miami Goes 7 Weeks Without Homicide, Sees Decrease In Other Crimes During Pandemic This is certainly a silver lining for places like Miami. The city has officially gone seven weeks without any reported homicide for the first time since 1957. That year, the city went nine weeks […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Crime rates have reportedly dropped drastically nationwide as Stay At Home orders related to the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic have kept people indoors.

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Codigo Fn – El Mago Lyrics

El que sale traicionero es parte honesta de testigo
Tengo veintitantos años para muchos estoy plebiyo
He disparado las armas y hasta ahorita sigo vivo
Mi mera pata de palo siempre han sido carros deportivos
Y al entrar en California Archibaldo está conmigo
Don Perignon y Buchanan’s plebitas música en vivo
Por el freeway 101 Hollywood nos divertimos
No tengo paciencia no tolero los que se andan enredando
Puercos en mano derecha y el Gris siempre arremangando
Con esos sus jamaiquinos sigo y seguiré chambeando
Nunca olvido mis raíces esas tierras de Durango
(Quien le va compa al mago, ahí andamos en
Hollywood desde los Ángeles California pariente)
En el este de los Ángeles donde yo jugaba de niño
He venido desde abajo, la humildad nunca la olvido
Por mi familia querida doy la vida por instinto
Por un verdadero amigo, sin pensarlo nomás brinco
El Bellagio de las Vegas es de mis lugares preferidos
Limusinas y casinos, siempre los mejores vinos
Y por miami florida tengo algunos condominios
Y un celado Lamborghini de mis gustos preferidos
Si una plebita me gusta la conquisto cueste lo que cueste
Descubrí que soy el Levy de los Ángeles del Este
A mi súper hago magia pa’que la piensen dos veces me conocen como el mago, desaparezco en caliente.8

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Blasterjaxx – Miami Lyrics

Come on, put your hands up! Are you ready for Miami? Come on, put your hands up! Are you ready for Miami?

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H16 – Ju Lyrics

Okej, yeah, ej, yeah, yeah…
Vidím ju kráčať, a hádaj o čom snívam
Že začína sa leto nám
Ona tým riflám dáva nový význam
Na to ja rád sa namotám
Aj keď musím odložiť svoje krídla
Keď sa v jej labyrinte zamotám
Energia, keď ju cítim
Eufória, keď ma chytí
Moje ruky na jej riti
Mám ju
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju, ju
Mám ju, mám ju…
A vraj každý si má niekoho vziať
Všetci pýtajú sa, či už mám ju
Neviem, prečo by som mal niekoho mať
Nechystám šach mat, oni riešia moju dámu
Ale kto nájde silu, už nikdy nebude slabý
Kto hľadá princeznú, nebozkáva tie žaby
Útek na Miami ako slovenské baby
To zlato je zabité, ale diamant navždy
Mám ju
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, yeah
Mám ju, mám ju…
Mám ju, ona má ma, tá sila požehnaná
Jak tá voda, čo sa o to moje telo stará
Jak moja milá mama, jak moja malá Zara
Jak moja H16-ka crew legendárna
Moja H16-ka crew legendárna
Jak tá voda, čo sa o to tvoje telo stará
Jak moja milá mama, jak moja malá Zara
Mám ju, ona má ma, sila požehnaná
Mám ju
Nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Mám ju, mám ju…
Ďakujem jej každú minútu
Zachránila ma a dala zmysel môjmu životu
Ona ukázala mi tú slobodu
Vzala ma na miesta, o ktorých som predtým nepočul
Áno, stále mám tú hudbu, mám ju
Tak isto jak vieru a motiváciu
Ísť dopredu a zdolať každú komplikáciu
Jeden z tých, o vychováva novú generáciu, éj
Stále mám tu moju rodinu
Áno, tú moju famíliu, brata, otca, maminu, éj
A doma, tam mám druhú maminu
Ju nevymením za inú, ona mi dala Zarinu, jé
A všade, kam sa pozrem samá žena
Ešte aj jeden z mojich psov musí byť fena
Rodina, tá pre mňa znamená tak veľa
Cítim sa jak na vrchole sveta
Ďakujem, že mám ju
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Mám ju
Leto 16, Leto 16, Leto 16 (mám ju, mám ju)
Leto 16, Leto 16 (16)
Mám ju, mám ju, mám ju, mám ju…

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Jessica Dime – One Way Lyrics

[Intro]
(Evil G)
Gettin’ money more than one way (one way)
(Dime)
Gettin’ money more than one way (one way)
[Hook]
Wanna be ’round me, be one way
Gotta cut a few hoes that are two faced
Wanna come on a scene, little one way
Throw names, do a hunnid on a runway
On a one way [?], no shoe case
1-0-1, no shoe lace
PS1, my [?] play
Drink little less than rosé
[Post-Hook]
Pay my bills in these heels
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
Own keys to my crib
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
Bad bitch is how you live
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
Outta town, we take trips
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
[Verse 1]
I know bad bitches in heels
I know bad bitches pay bills
I know bad bitches do Beyoncé
Drop it down in a mirror
[?]
Memphis, Miami, Atlanta
Giuseppe [?]
[?]
Throw that ass, watch my hair flip

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704chop – Flawless Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back
[Verse]
I’m paranoid now, the game came with all that
Twenty thousand on the chain, came from Johnny
They lookin’ at me like I made it out, finally
I’m at the top with the greatest, where I’m tryna be
At 3:05 with a vibe in Miami, lying blue eyes, acting like she understand me
Swear she gon’ ride with my pride in the backseat
I know she lying, but I’m blind to attachment
I wet your bro yesterday, I ain’t have shit
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas that been gone from they families
We came from nothing, probably why they don’t understand me
From kickin’ in the front door to countin’ up the backends
And we ain’t goin’ back to broke, ’cause that’s past tense
Came up on my own, on all ten how I’m standing
Even when they tried to do me wrong, I still dealt with it
(Even when they tried to do me wrong, I still dealt with it)
[Chorus]
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back [Intro]
Palaze, what you cookin’?

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Marclo – Swngn Lyrics

Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, swngn
You should
Swngn
You should
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
[Verse 2]
You should
Bring your girlfriends
Bring your girls out
Cause we bout to (Swng! [Intro]
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, Swngn
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
[Verse 1]
M&S be Swngn
It’s Friday night
My whole clique’s so fly
Miami crew’s on the westside
So I … (Skurrt Skurrt)
Took an uber from the valley
Cause I’m too faded to drive
We so lit, so live
Like Montell in 95′ I’m like
(This is how we do it)
They want to know, how we roll
(This is how we do it)
Ohhhhh, You that M&S Beat straight…
[Hook]
Swngn, Swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
[Bridge]
(shhhh)
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng, ah no
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this, no
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng, ah no
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds of MarcLo
And a M&S beat
(Ahh Yeah)
Tell me what it’s made for
Tell me what it’s made for
The weekend
[Hook] 3x
Swngn, Swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
(Outro)
You are now listening to the sounds of MarcLo
And a M&S beat
Tell me what it’s made for
Tell me what it’s made for
The weekend
Swngn
When we hit the city
We gonna hit it, hit it
Like its never been hit before
Swngn
When we hit the city
We gonna hit it, hit it
Like its never been hit before
Swngn
When we hit the city
We gonna hit it, hit it
Like its never been hit before Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Like we left the dugout, Ohhhhh
And my team hella good
My band hella good like our name was No Doubt, Ohhhhh
This is nothing to me
Tomorrow ain’t promised nothing to me
Out my book bag used to slang that CD
Now I’m all on your playlist singing off key like
(This is how we do it)
They want to know, how we roll
(This is how we do it)
Yeah, you that M&S Beat straight…
[Hook]
Swngn, Swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, swngn
(Swng!

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Charles Hamilton – Get On The Bandwagon Lyrics

[Verse 3]
The flow is so retarded
That I’m fully aware, of all the thought that has the talkers all
Pulling their hair, out
Without a doubt I found a lot about the way that I rain
I maintain that I ain’t changed, but I’m been making a lane
For myself, and I need to be respected
I think I said before that I’m easily rejected
If not, then let me say it, then again, not
It needs to be respected that I’m in peace, indeed I’m resting
But, please believe that I didn’t leave
See I ain’t dead
I just been fed the knowledge to hop off the ledge
And float to the top of the bed, the music bed
Was that way too much? I can treat my whole family to lunch now
These other niggas got their panties in a bunch, wow
I munch down on my plate of success
I make a mess, wipe my face and say my grace, it was a blessing
I can taste it
Take a minute, say my grace quick
My gracefulness helps me face my greatness
I hate the fake shit
I need a little love
Not fiendin’ for a drug, cuz the needle was enough
[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said? Tell me what you mad for
It can’t be something I said
Why you mad, at me? It’s Charles Hamilton
[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said? Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said? Tell me what you mad for
It can’t be something I said
Why you mad, at me? Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said? But it’s whatever though
[Verse 1]
First off, I love all my fans and supporters
My mans on the corner, to the man in the corner office
To the lady in the tan that be more than
Happy enough to straight land in the orbit
No man can stand handin’ the torch
But, when a man is this scorching, dammit it’s important to acknowledge him
Too bad the heat it provides
Isn’t the same heat as these guys that we be dreaming of rhyme with
See, I’m a fan first
When I look at my peers
My wax builds up, look at my ears
I only listen to me
I got a lot of shit to listen to
My mission is to give you a non-aesthetic glimpse, at the realest
So you gotta feel it
Lots of road blocks, but watch me still get
What I’ve been skilled with, good shit
Look kids, I ain’t looking to be in central booking
So why you keep pushing? Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said? [Verse 2]
Been in Miami had an oriental tele
Which is better than every single story you could tell me
Shorties wanna jail me to their panties
Cuz I’m very mysterious
And my plan is to be standing with Grammy’s
I’m not a pop youngin
I ain’t standing with Sammy or any R&B niggas giving they women the jammy
Me and my niggas hitting the road in a Camry
Performances, important shit, damn
Why can’t you stand me, family? Tell me what you mad for
It can’t be something I said
Why you mad, at me? [Intro]
Just how, just how it is man
Dead ass
Lot of people be coming at your man sideways, know what I mean? Take a Sudafed
My music is so dope I can sue the Feds
For trying to trying to outproduce my meds
This little dude’s a vet, did you forget? [Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?

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Wetbackmanny – Stan Lee Lyrics

[Chorus]
Hijueputa, please don’t try me
Hoes on my dick cause I look just like Stan Lee
Bitch I pop up, like a porn ad
She gon’ call me papi, f**k it, I’m her stepdad
B-Boy I’m drippin’ like a pussy (pussy)
I think I hurt my stummy (my stummy hurt)
Putas on my pene (my dick)
I feel like Daddy Yankee
[Verse]
I sing to your hoe, I’m Juan Bieber
Despacito in the two seater
Hit her slow with my Manny Jr
My dick in her mouth, it’s time to feed her
Ándale, ándale, ándale, go
Dated the guap, we took it slow
f**ked that bitch up, now she a hoe
I’m in Miami, let me drive the boat
Rebota esa nalga puta
Rebota esa nalga zorra
Ya tú sabes porqué estoy aquí
Después me mamó la pistola
Rebota esa nalga puta
Rebota esa nalga zorra
She grab my dick like a microphone
And then she gon’ sing like Rihanna
[Chorus]
Hijueputa, please don’t try me
Hoes on my dick cause I look just like Stan Lee
Bitch I pop up, like a porn ad
She gon’ call me papi, f**k it, I’m her stepdad
B-Boy I’m drippin’ like a pussy (pussy)
I think I hurt my stummy (my stummy hurt)
Putas on my pene (my dick)
I feel like Daddy Yankee
[Outro]
Bye, have a beautiful time!

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Ashton – Ice Lyrics

Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
You know how that goes
Might just take you home
Verse:
I got the gold on
Diddy bopping to slow songs
And the list goes on
You gotta dance like I threw the bands
Like why you got you’re clothes on
Miami vibes gave you a little something something for your IG to post on
Check check getting checks
Thumbing bands through the net
I take a shot it’s all net
Got the city on respect
Coming for neck
Ex bitch is upset
I just finally got up out a mess
Finally not returning text
It’s one of those things that you say but you never really have to say it
I don’t ever want to hear you say it
It ain’t nothing but another mistake
Got some money for me you better pay it
Check check getting checks
Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone
Verse:
I need my pockets on the BB Dub
Super thick thick yeah I show it love
I know a couple niggas that never gave a f**k
But are big rich yeah
Might get whole Queen Elizabeth f**king tatted up
Like I’m the blue face baby
Pull up what it do baby
Game so strong prolly could have had a few babies
But ain’t nothing new icy
Had to pull up with crew icy
Had to hit the cruise I go sight seeing
Eyes red been working so hard that I might have needed viseen
Just a kid from the harder side of town
Rose up from the concrete and now I’m now autumn bound
Never falling down only slowing up with the Austin sound
Trust you gonna feel the presence when the f**king boss in town like that
Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Cause you know how that goes
Might just take you home
Outro:
I might just take you home
I might just take you home
I might just take you home
I might just take you home

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Carnage – Hella Neck Lyrics

I can shift so many packs, might get a case (Oh)
But I gots all my money took, I get the case closed
So act bold, I turn tissue when I wipe nose
My neck froze, met my jeweler at the North Pole
And got the backend with a blindfold and eyes closed
You try to pop, gon’ get your feelings hurt and mind blown
My timepiece, I got it in a different time zone
Them diamonds that you got on is rhinestones
I get that bag, can’t be worried ’bout what y’all on
That type of shit that get you caught up and get spied on
That red dot hit you and see a bunch of time fly
Jet high, look in their eyes when that check fly
Red eyes like I be up on the red-eye
Mob ties, OGs they mixin’ live signs
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet I be fuckin’ some bitches that go to the Met
Up in Miami, we smoked on the deck
Tequila, I’m wrecked, that’s that cause and effect
Take off at ten, driver waitin’ when I land
She obsessed with my dick, she my number one fan
When these bitches switch up, I just stick to the plan
Mobbin’ with the Mafia, don’t get packed it
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
I don’t wanna hit the pussy, I just wanna get a check
Just like Nike, I’m hyphy, she’d like me, nigga, that’s your wifey
My diamonds enticin’, they dancin’, they bitin’
They shine like some lightning, you touch me, we fightin’
Nah, bitch, we ain’t the same, see, your boyfriend, he a lame
He ain’t runnin’ the game, he ain’t beat it out the frame
He just leave you complainin’, cliffhangin’
Come and try, you think I’m playin’
In your gang, all them niggas know my name
I be sellin’ hella niggas cocaine
I run the clothes game and I run the dope game
I be smokin’ gas pack, nothin’ but the propane
I be gettin’ hella high, rockstar like Cobain
OxyContin, Percs, and the Xans I feel no pain
You try to fuck my bitch, but you niggas got no game
All I do is get head, I should change my name to Rogaine
Oh mane
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Big rings on a nigga like the Super Bowl
Tone-tone rose gold like the Rose Bowl
Trap nigga, other day I took twenty-four
Same day, nigga, I ain’t get to change clothes
Pour lime, pour a deuce, now I pour a four
What’s a deuce to a six in a twenty-four? my chest, make your bitch wanna sex
Came on her breasts, put them rumors to rest
Niggas know I’m a threat, all my bitches, they rep
She wanna catch it in the mouth, let her friend intercept
Bitch, this ain’t a test, does your bitch wanna F? Play this song
[Intro: Ohgeesy]
(Carnage, you a fool, you crazy)
Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ’jects, aye
Karo, remix
Coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ice on.

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Dwoyo – What’s Good Lyrics

The hashtag most underrated, I’d like to see you tweet that
[Pre-Chorus]
Hungover from the night before
I ain’t got no money on the card
I got a test tomorrow in the morning
But I guess I’ll be studying at the bar, baby you know who we are
[Chorus]
What’s good with a girl like you? I don’t really know bout y’all but, ain’t nobody do it like me
Ain’t nobody do it like me, ain’t nobody do it like me
I don’t really know bout y’all but, ain’t nobody do it like me
[Verse 2]
Nobody, nobody, nobody know what I got, so I gotta show em
Somebody tell double XL, if they need some help, they should get to know me
I’m feeling like Kobe with eight on the jersey
And Ima do plenty more till I turn twenty four, flip the digits to show that I’m Worthy, no worries
I got this, and I got you, best years, I’ve got two
But if I shine, I’ll buy time, and live life on top view
What’s good, is you with me or what? What’s good with a dude like me? I don’t really know bout y’all but, ain’t nobody do it like me
Ain’t nobody do it like me, ain’t nobody do it like me
I don’t really know bout y’all but, ain’t nobody do it like me
Ain’t nobody do it like me, ain’t nobody do it like me
I don’t really know bout y’all but, ain’t nobody do it like me
Ain’t nobody do it like me, ain’t nobody do it like me
I don’t really know bout y’all but, ain’t nobody do it like me
[Outro]
Ain’t nobody, ah, ah
Ain nobody, ah, ah
Ain’t nobody do it like, I, I, ay ay ay ay ay
Nobody, nobody, ah
Nobody, nobody, ah
Ain’t nobody, ah
Thank you, thank you, thank you [Intro]
It’s Dwo! What’s good with a dude like me? I know you ain’t the city for love
You’d rather party and drink the Bacardi right out of the bottle instead of the cup
And I think I like it, now I ain’t a psychic
But I could see us leaving out of the club and rolling in my whip
Girl I’m on some fly shit
I’m bout to ride quick, you could come over after
Class in the morning, girl it doesn’t matter
I’ve got the type of pipe that might just make you wanna skip the chatter and bend backwards
For meee, for a real one
Come through for a real one
I said ain’t no flow like the one I got
Ain’t believe me, come through to my spot
Catch me
[Pre-Chorus]
Hungover from the night before
I ain’t got no money on the card
I got a test tomorrow in the morning
But I guess I’ll be studying at the bar, baby you know who we are
[Chorus]
What’s good with a girl like you? What’s good with a girl like you
What’s good with a dude like me
What’s good with a
[Verse 1]
Okay I’m back dropping, I ain’t stopping, there’s no end to my legacy
Still rapping, my beats trapping, this music is a necessity
Walk in, and I’m decked out, straight A’s like Oakland
Are these dudes all breathless, or am I just too damn outspoken
I go in, vamonos
I’m pumped up, tengo animo
My challengers, just bring em in, I’ll knock em down like dominos
Up in Tally, still rep Miami, 305 till I D-I-E
Giant ego like NYG, so f**k the niggas in VIP
Back rhyming, I’m still shining, these dudes blind, put shades on
It’s Dwoyo, got more hoes, saying that this they fave song
In case you’ve been misinformed, I haven’t stopped with my writing
Restarted up in my college dorm, I told y’all I’ll keep fighting
There’s no intro necessary, I’m going hard from the onset
They say I’m winning, but I had no idea there was a contest
Young, tall, and good looking now how can anybody beat that?

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Rick Ross – Vegas Residency Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin’, I pray it never run it’s course
Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin’ off
Ah, I catch my breath, and holler “Batter’s up”
I get the money, ’cause the stats they never mattered much
M.V.P. hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin’ with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin’ out the trunk, chargin’ 20 a bird
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin’ to see me like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just for keepin’ it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I’d rather keep ’em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin’ women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at? League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
[Verse 1]
Yo,  watchin’ Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin’ M.A.G.A. I’m from the league where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand, put ’em in a Camel Clutch
Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I’m well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked him “What would twenty like?”
On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw) Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I’m into sports, I think I really need a team
[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
[Verse 2]
I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin’ with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
Go to hell and that’s exactly where I’m going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on ’em
Feel the military for artists when they wanna’ beef
I’m the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck ’em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin’ time, I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats, a hunnid G’s just for the verse
Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
Murder one, you fuckin’ other niggas murder mo’
Boobie boys, ya’ll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin’ songs
That’s why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob
[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
[Verse 3]
Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin’, Benny Medina, yeah, it’s J-Lo (Hola)
Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it’s destiny
Eatin’ with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
Mink coats, it’s time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name, I gotta’ feed ’em all
Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt, that’s from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it’s Crip
Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, ’cause it’s hit or miss
Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
Now it’s Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin’, fuck the Coast
For my B-day, Dr.

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Juice WRLD – Under Her skin-hells kitchen Lyrics

Play this song
[Chrous]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
[verse 1]
She dont got no choice she resort to the beans oh
Every day she lives and die for beans oh
New drug dealer whats his innn fooo
Her plus heartbreak equals xans
Need a new equation she gonna die trynna do the math
Suicidal tendency she hopin that they end it fast
Fit it all in a Fendi bag
She don’t even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days
Cutting up missing class teacher called asked whats wrong slurring back you say he gone
Running up out of diamonds you look down at your dresser
You see an 8 ball of all pure Columbian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line of hella perk to see which one is better
Walking around in your mind picking up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here its been taking forever
Walking around in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever goodbye
[Chorus]
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
Aww she balling out her eyes from the bench
She don’t got not choice she resorts to the gossip
[Verse 2]
Always in my business
Wondering what I’m sipping
En-now I’m living
A lot of things are different
You not being here is what I was missing
Feel like I’m in a heaven house
Still pour up in a Hell’s Kitchen
In Chicago making heartbreak songs eating on some hell’s chicken
Miami calling me oh oh those calls im missin
Im calling the ambulance oh oh the thotty you was sickein sickein(sicknin)
Trippin sip sippin 3 6 in a cup like its memphis
Oh I’m drippin new girl got hoes she pimpin
We got we share em get it make her eat you out bitch get it
Lets hope that she been on my mind quit it
Unlike her, I know how to mind business
Oh oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rocka bye baby ARE YOU ready to die
[Chorus]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
She dont got no choice she resorts to the
Oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock a bye baby are you ready to die
Lullabies in your dome spread insanity thorugh your soul
Rocka bye baby are you ready to die die die

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Denzel Curry – CAROLMART Lyrics

How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got? Play this song
[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why? Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop? [Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh
[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh
[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo

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Juice WRLD – Sadness Lyrics

I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh
[Bridge]
We met in the twilight zone
I fall apart, but you keep me whole
We met on the west coast, but i still see Miami in your soul
[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost? Play this song
[Intro]
We’re laying in bed
I lock eyes, our eyes lock
[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost? I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault? I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh
[Verse 2]
I wanna know, is it gonna be forever or temporary? We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault? If you leave it’ll hurt, keep the tissue ready
Got the drugs on the table, I’m ready
Put Rick on your slippers, no Cinderella
Remember when you went to the fortune teller
She told you we need each other
Ha, what if she’s trippin’, i’m just kidding
Back to the main focus, I think that you’re gorgeous
You love the way that I stroke it, signing my name on your neck
You use to make potions, play around with witchcraft
I wonder if you put that in my lean and I drank that
[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost? We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault? We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault? I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh
[Verse 1]
I’m of the percs, you don’t condone it
You say it makes me act atrocious
But I can’t stand life when i’m sober
Take my heart, I’ll hand it over
6 months in it gets colder, I don’t want us to be over
Let’s make love until we die, and let’s fuck til we slumpt over
Be my first date, I know you hate to see my bleed
I don’t deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything
It feels like i’m not enough, ‘nough, ‘nough, ‘nough
This a conversation, not a love song
[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?

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Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah
[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero
[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag
[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero
[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)
[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero
[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?

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Kodak Black – Christmas in Miami Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, I don’t know if I wanna call this detox ’cause I’m like… I’m puttin’ away a lot of old shit just so I can be with this one individual, but at the same time, all I really want for Christmas is her

[Verse 1]
I put the Glizzys down so I could be with you
I put the Remy down, I don’t want no more of this juice, yeah
I put the Henny down, I’ma throw away the Goose, yeah
‘Cause I be showin’ out, another side of truth, yeah
India, I had loved you like you mine, babe
You was runnin’ all through my head, you gave me migraines, mmm
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another sip to write this rhyme, ooh
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another bitch to ease my mind, ayy

[Chorus]
Now I’ma spend my Christmas in Miami
I’ma be in Miami, I’ma be in Mi—

[Verse 2]
I’m from Broward, but my lady from Miami
I’ma hit her with no Jim Beam, show her to my family
They so curious, but we not into y’all
She say, “Period,” I be like, “Periodt”
She can have any nigga, I can get like any broad
She don’t be milkin’ me, but she be milkin’ y’all
I know you prolly dealt with a few celebrities
But I don’t even care, I need you next to me
Can you see the best of me? Want you to marry me?
Would you say yes to me? Want you to marry me this year
Even get down on my knees, pull out that carat ring
And don’t embarrass me, want you to marry me this year
Am I movin’ too fast? ‘Cause I’ll slow it down
You the only reason I felt like puttin’ down my four pound
You the only reason I ain’t runnin’ ’round with them hunnid rounds
Slidin’ ’round in an opp’s town, you the only reason I ain’t locked down
I just wanna love you, baby, just don’t make no fool of me
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta buy you jewelry
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta splurge you
Just because it’s Christmas, you don’t need a Birkin
And you all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas (It’s you, love)

[Outro]
It’s you
It’s you
I know it, I know it’s you

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Usher – Birthday lyrics

Zaytoven

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Tonight you gon’ party, tear down the city
You got a section
Your sister, your cousin, your bestie with it
You birthday flexing
Pop champagne, ain’t no sips, straight from the bottle
Yeah, that’s it
Night just started, gone and make a wish
Maybe later you’ll get that birthday dick
Baby you so special (So special)
That birthday suit you wearing looks so sexual
She got a body like a bottle ’cause she bought it
Did it in Miami ’cause she knew she could afford it
Birthday sex test drive that model

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

How many girls gone be poppin’ rubber bands
Up in the place, tippin’ them dancers, smackin’ ass
What the hell you sippin’ tonight
She say if it’s brown, she ain’t faithful tonight
She wanna wild out, she wild out, she wanna play
Wanna get fucked up, she wanna live for today
She wanna wild out, she wanna kiss on her friend
And that’s the kind of mood she in

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Your girl got a birthday, yeah
Your sister got a birthday, yeah
Your niece got a birthday, yeah
Your auntie got a birthday, yeah
Your mama got a birthday, yeah
Your baby mama got a birthday, yeah
Your daughter got a birthday, yeah
Is your birthday, Is your birthday

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

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Marc Anthony – Esta Rico lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

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Young Thug – Money Turning Me On Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

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Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

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Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

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Juice WRLD – Flavor Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

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Drake – March 14 Lyrics

[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah

[Verse]
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met two times, two times
And both times were nothin’ like the new times
Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
It’s breakin’ my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
Always promised the family unit
I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
But this is the harsh truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more or who’s not there
Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
Now, look, I’m too proud
To let that come between me and you now
Realize I gotta think for two now
I gotta make it, I better make it
I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
I can’t forget the looks on they faces
Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
For our cheers to the next generation
But this Champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
But man, you know
I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
He probably coulda did stand-up
Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
October baby for irony sake, of course
I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

[Bridge]
God willin’, I got a good feelin’
You got a good spirit
We’ll talk more when you hear this
My G

[Outro]
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
I’m all alone, no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man

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Kanye West – Kids See Ghosts lyrics

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Stop that movement, stop that movement
Y’all can’t move me, this my movie
Y’all can’t stop me, ya’ll too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon
Same thing, in a room
Sittin’ by myself, findin’ heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look beyond for a feelin’ like you never knew
Reachin’ out huntin’ for the truth
I guessin’ I’m just sick of runnin’
All this time searching hard for somethin’
I can hear the angels comin’

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Well it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough
Paid this sh*t just gon’ give up
Cause Ye just gon’ live up to everything
That sucks to you and that’s never enough
Thought I’d be clever enough to give up while I’m ahead
I like breakfast in bed but I love breakfast and head
For anybody who said that I was better off dead
Told ’em, “don’t ever believe nothin’ that you ever read”
Got a Bible by my bed, oh yes I’m very Christian
Constantly repentin’ ’cause yes I never listen
Don’t like bein’ questioned and don’t like bein’ less than any a competition in any of my professions
So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay the best man
What else you expect from, uh, Mr. West man
Painted from Western, space like a relative
Bet you ain’t see it, man, call on the telephone
And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown
Always thought you’d make it but damn now you hella known
Let’s address some topics that I can embellish on”
How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on
I’ma rellish on the fact vibing on the future
Ultralight building in the building by amateur
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Bridge: Yasiin Bey]
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Places and spaces
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Spaces and places

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts, ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown for the clouds, movin’ around
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown to the clouds, movin’ around