Jay Electronica – Rough Love Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, a-here we go now
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, a-here we go
A rough love, a rough love
She want that rough love, tough love
She need that tough love, rough love, uh-huh
A rough love, uh-huh, check it out, uh

[Verse 1]
She had an ass like Rosa Acosta
She had a rack like Angelina Croft
She smelled like strawberries and clothes when i crossed her
Offered me an offer, I countered with an offer
We kissed, I went in for the kill, she said get off her

Okay, that gon' cost her
She’s a character in the narrative, I'm the author
She think she know me well, okay
I must admit she had a rosy tale
Of how she flew to Hollywood cause she so Chanel
Just had a spot of bad luck at the Sofa Tail
My time in Beverly Hills hipped me to these strokers well
I never bought it, my dreamcatcher caught it
It smelled like (?)
(?)

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

Kodak Black – Laudy Lyrics

[Intro]
That’s my baby she from Laudy
That’s my baby she from Holly
That’s my baby she from Laudy

[Verse]
That’s my baby she from Laudy
I’m gone pick up I’m gone pull up when she call me
I’m gone pick up I’m gone pull up in a Audi
I got ice cubes where my heart be
I be freezing I be drowning
I was cheating and she saw me
Assault rifle in the laundry
I tried to hide it but she found it
All you wanna do is doubt
All you ever do is doubt me
You just with me for my clout
I ain’t stupid young and naughty
All this dripping like a fountain
Dead presidents look like a mountain
Drip drip, I’m drippin like I’m [?]
I’m dripping like I’m [?]
I be smoking on a plane, gaggin
Kodak I’ma hop out on a band wagon
Aye I be geeking like I’m [?]
I be preaching like I’m Al Sharpton
I’m so litty like a [?]
I’m so lit they call me Remy Martin
I’m so lit I crashed and dipped hard
I’m so lit I broke her damn heart
I’m so lit I don’t know when the jam start
I’m so lit I don’t feel my damn heart
My lil lady she from [?]
My lil lady out the Nolia
She be right here like she posed to
She my favorite cause we Nolia
That’s my baby that’s my soldier
Restaurant we eating like we starving
At the fountain blue we drink like we flounder
I’m from the No but my lil hoe from Laudy
She be like rest in peace to Martin
My lil lady she from [?]
She be like get that money bae fuck what they all say
My dick be stuck on hard I’m fuckin with her all day
I’m eating calamari fuck the rari this a Audi R8
I promise I ain’t fuck her she just suck my dick that’s all bae
I’m sorry I ain’t fuck her she just suck my dick that’s all
We got the same birthday that’s my twin like that’s my dawg
Bending corners through reveers shawty from the raw
And I hit her raw cause she clean like she be mopping
And I hit her raw cause she clean like she do laundry
My lil baby raw she be dripping at my closet
My lil baby raw she be dripping like she faucet
That lil pussy wet that pussy wet just like she [?]
A-E-I-O-U she make me wanna say my vowels
And in my mind its all for you its gone be you cause I be vowing
They kicked me out of school but I ain’t no fool cause I got honors
Ain’t go to college but I ain’t no fool just cause I’m from the projects
I’m bending corners with that tool I keep that what you call it
Bending corners with that wooly keep that what you call
Leave the scenery she break her neck she see me, drop her draws
She say “Kodak you my favorite, how it feel to be a star?”
All this shit just a façade, its Hollywood, shit ain’t real
Say bae this Hollywood this shit ain’t real
I’m really in the streets these niggas industry they ain’t real
These niggas Hollywood, they Beverly Hills
These niggas sucking meat for a deal
I’m dying on my feet fore I take a kneel
But my lil lady she from Laudy

John Stamos and Caitlin McHugh Honeymoon at Walt Disney World

Where does the recently married Disney-loving couple, who got engaged at Disneyland, go on their honeymoon? Disney World, of course!

John Stamos and his wife of one week, pregnant actress Caitlin McHugh, hopped over to Florida this weekend to celebrate their nuptials by honeymooning in Walt Disney World Resort in Orlando, FLA.

The Fuller House star posted an adorable photo of the newlyweds, along with the with the caption, “#oneweek (and they said it wouldn’t last) #happiestmanonearth #happiestplaceonearth @waltdisneyworld.”

The photo shows the actress wearing Minnie ears giving a kiss to her hubby, who is wearing Mickey ears with the word “Groom” on them.

Looks like John is the happiest man on Earth at the happiest place on Earth!

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An eyewitness tells E! News that John and Caitlin were spotted enjoying dinner at The Hollywood Brown Derby inside Disney’s Hollywood Studios on Friday night around 5:30 p.m. The onlooker said that John was all dressed up in a nice suit. 

The couple have a well-documented history of loving all things Disney. Both of their Instagrams are filled with pictures of the two of them hitting up Disneyland in Anaheim, Calif., together on more than several occasions.

Caitlin also posted a cute pic, showing off her baby belly on Saturday, writing, “#FixItFelixJr in Florida! #disneybound #wdw.”

Last Saturday, the pair was wed in front of about 50 guests in an afternoon ceremony at the Little Brown Church in Studio City at 2 p.m. and then had a reception at the actor’s home in Beverly Hills, Calif.

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At the time, E! News reported that the newlyweds had a backyard reception at Stamos’ home in Beverly Hills, complete with a dance floor. The bride wore a strapless white ballgown, diamond earrings and a diamond clip in her hair. Stamos sported a black tux and wore light blue tinted sunglasses.

The bride and groom arrived separately and the wedding ceremony lasted about 45 minutes, an eyewitness told E! News. After it was over, the newlyweds left in a classic white Rolls Royce. They took the long way home so they could spend a few minutes of time alone.

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Once they got to their house, they were joined by friends and family for a backyard reception by the pool, the eyewitness said. Lounge furniture and rugs were set up all over the yard. There was also a grand piano and a drum set right next to the pool for a performance and white rose petals floating in the water.

Stamos and the actress, who has appeared on The Vampire Diaries and in Switched at Birth, got engaged in Disneyland in October. 

They have been together for about two years.

—Reporting by Mike Vulpo

Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel

Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type.(swalla)

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, oohhh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la versuri-lyrics.info
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
I’m that b*tch, and he know, he know
How y’all wife’in these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these b*tches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did Lebron’s nuts.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swallaaa-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la.

Young Money
Swallaaa-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulooo.
Jason Derulo lyrics
Video Jason Derulo

Nicki Minaj – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Verse 2]
TBA

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Bridge]
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

NICKI MINAJ – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Weezer – Beverly Hills

Where I come from isn’t all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn’t go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they, I ain’t nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

Look at all those movie stars
They’re all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between

I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
‘Cause I’m the next big thing in

Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

The truth is
I don’t stand a chance
It’s something that you’re born into
And I just don’t belong

No I don’t, I’m just a no-class beat-down fool
And I will always be that way (yes you will)
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play

Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills (yeah)
Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills (gimme gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

G Herbo – Fight Or Flight (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!"
And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!
I’m just giving you the real
Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else
So I don’t care ’bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it’s cool
I’m still livin’ over East
We still chillin’, sippin’ lean
Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’
We still winnin’
We just fightin’ to survive
It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say…

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

[Verse 2]
Lil Herb, I’m the actual
Hottest young nigga comin’ out the murder capital
Spit lyrics that when real niggas hear it they just capture you
But don’t let it capture you
They like, "Fuck who went before you, who the hottest after you?"
That actual answer is unanswerable
Haters try to answer, but who the fuck was askin’ you?
And it’s true, I’m the truth
I just grind, no excuse
And broke niggas I won’t stoop to a level low as you
I gotta get it, I ain’t down with it
All the shit I did, I can’t slip
So I’m dying with it
Any nigga try and get it!
They try to be with it
See me? I gotta be with it!
Won’t ever leave my squad, but I can’t put my family in it
My family in it, can’t confuse family with business
NO LIMIT MB, we’ll fuck ya family nigga
It’s family dinner, break bread everyday
Pray my circle never break
And I can hear my momma say, "Look…"

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

DJ Khaled – I Got The Keys lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Khaled: We The Best music!
Jay Z: Oh, this what we doin’ here
DJ Khaled: Another one!
Jay Z: I’ma have to put my jewelry on for this one
Future: Wraith talk, Wraith talk
Oh, we talkin’ that Wraith talk
Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin’ that safe talk
DJ Khaled: Major key alert!
Jay Z: Oh, we good now
Future: Major bag alert
DJ Khaled: DJ Khaled!

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Niggas always asking me the key
‘Til you own your own you can’t be free
‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me
How we still slaves in 2016?
Key to life, keep a bag comin’
Every night another bag comin’
I ain’t been asleep since ’96
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
I been speedin’ through life with no safety belt
One on one with the corner, with no safety help
I perform like Josh Norman, I ain’t normal, nigga
Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga
That Wraith talk, that’s foreign, nigga
Special cloth talk here
All my niggas from the mud damn near
All my niggas millionares
We gon’ take it there, I swear
You gon’ think a nigga’s psychic
You ain’t seen nothin’ like this
I should probably copyright this
I promise they ain’t gonna like this

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys

[Post-Hook: Future]
Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I got a bag for lawyers, like, “Fuck your charges!”
Hop out the courtroom, like, “What charges?”
Big pimpin’ on your court steps
Case y’all ain’t notice, I ain’t lost yet
Y’all know it’s one of one
Soon as you hear that uh, uh, uh
Y’all know the difference right
From rap facts and fiction, right?
Real life I’m like HOV
Real life I’m life goals
In real life they’re like me?
In real life I’m like, “No.”
My swag different, that bag different
My wife Beyoncé, I brag different
My baby Blue (What else?) I dream in color (What else?)
That’s too much flavor (What else?) I don’t rap to suckas (Ha!)
God bless you all, I only talk special talk
I only talk special cloth
Said I only talk special, ah!

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys

[Post-Hook: Future]
Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

[Interlude: DJ Khaled & Future]
I got the keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys to all success!
I got the keys, keys, keys
We the best!
I got the keys, keys, keys
Roc Nation! Freebandz!
Secure the bag alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, alert, alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, we got ’em alert

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys