Playboi Carti – Go2damoon Lyrics (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Kanye West]
Do it…
Watch it…
Do it how I…
Watch it…

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
She ugly hot
Like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon’ pay you back tomorrow
Then left with a scammer with a Gucci hat from Marshall’s
Slept with him, then woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil
Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that’s the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that’s a cheap Benz
I promise Playboi we get the tape out ‘fore the weekend
It’s over, too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheep skin, I be goin’ off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just like, “Yo,” I’m like, “Yo, I been avoidin’ you”
Ye Jesus gang, you correct

You always askin’ for Buddha, you a Budapest (Ayy)
If they don’t play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can’t impeach Ye
The case so brief, don’t bring your briefcase

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
What?
What?
What?
What?
What? (Yeah)
What?
What?
Go, go to the moon (Yeah, Carti)
Go to the moon (What?)
Go to the moon (Slatt)
Shawty tell me, what’s up? (Yeah, slatt)
Got some drank in my cup (Yeah, yeah)
Got my opp in my blunt (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas try to keep up (Yeah, yeah)
In the car with my son (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed by a pump (What?)
I got a redhead (Yeah)
My vibe is tough (Okay)
I done been through a lot (Okay)
I done seen some stuff (Carti)
Everything dope
Shoutout to the bluff (What?)

Tyga – For The Night Lyrics

Aight, so we back again nigga to something talk about
She something never tastes like
She’s always good loving rapper
She’s always good loving DJ
Ah yeah, and we still like our shit "Well Done"
T-Raww, get em

She gon’ do some wrong (wrong), but the price is right (right)
Said she know how to suck and she know how to f*ck (how to f*ck)
I gotta tell me twice (twice), slide on her like Billie Jean
In a day, time gon’ might jack pull her at night (night)
Ever call you bae for the day don’t mean I’m tryna make you a wife (no)
Said she got bomb p*ssy and she said my dick is like dynamite (boom)
Had to cum two times (two times), we break up, make a f*cking fight (fight)
Enjoy my life, this shit so awesome (awesome), ten years still flossin’ (flossin’)
I’m The Stone Cold Truth" like Steve Austin (Austin)
You gotta problem like Austin, [?] like Boston
I’m the bossy (ha) and my bitch so bossy (bossy)
Like Alys was here, no Game Of Thrones but this sluts be getting slaughtered (huh)
One day, I’ll have a daughter
Hope she don’t f*ck with no rappers (no), but this girls like rappers
So they suck, they kiss their boyfriend after (ugh), girl, you so nasty

If I got a hundred dollars every bad bitch that passed me
I’ll be [?] daddy, T-Raww gladly
Get you diamonds, Birkin, Maggy, just don’t ex me
Tell me Sassy (Sassy), she a dog like Lassie (Lassie), bustin’ down on an ass chick
Now she ashy (ashy), Imma call you Ashley (Ashley), ass cash, Lil Cassie
Baby, don’t pass me, you know I ball like Messi (ya), set this dick game free
Gotta cash app me (ya), don’t tease and arrest me (ya), I like ’em ratchet and classy (huh)
She wanna be Saweetie (ah), stack chains like Quavo (pow)
And we stack that bread like a Lego (aye)
Pop up with a toast like a Eggo (pop)
And a chain can [?] (huh)
This shit so breezy, I killed it, I bleed it (haha)
She taking her off her Yeezy, she keeping on her CC (woah)
Go Bibi (go Bibi), back that ass up like B.B
She from D.C., keep it [?]
We wildin’ (wildin’, yeah), R.I.P. to the goat
Pop, pop to the smoke (smoke), to the moon, let it flow (flow, flow, low)

(W-w-well done)
You’re welcome! (R.I.P to the goat)
This subscription is all us
Hahaha
(R.I.P. to the goat
To the moon, let it flow
This shit so Tyga like, ten years later shit is like damn)

Kylie Minogue – Last Chance Lyrics

Fashion and attitude
Right on the money
How ’bout an interview
Talk to me honey
Was just about to walk out
Turned my body right round
If you wanna get down
Boy, let’s have a ball

This is the last chance
For the first dance
Bring your body close
So if you got a minute
Then the DJ gon’ play my song
The one that always turns me on

Last chance
To be my baby
Last chance
The final call
Last chance
The music’s playing
Last chance
To come and get that first dance
My body’s talking
First dance, it’s critical
Last chance
So all I’m saying
We could have a ball

Nights are for having fun
Summer’s for loving
Sometimes we fall in love
All of a sudden
So put your arms round me
Let me feel your heartbeat
If you’re feeling lucky we could have a ball

This is the last chance
For the first dance
Bring your body close
So if you got a minute
Then the DJ gon’ play my song
The one that always turns me on

Last chance
To be my baby
Last chance
The final call
Last chance
The music’s playing
Last chance
To come and get that first dance
My body’s talking
First dance, it’s critical
Last chance

So all I’m saying
We could have a ball

Last chance
To be my baby
Last chance
The final call
Last chance
The music’s playing
Last chance
To come and get that first dance
My body’s talking
First dance, it’s critical
Last chance
So all I’m saying
We could have a ball

Underneath the lights
Feels like you and I own the night
Let’s make some magic
Supercalifragilistic love
I’ll make you feel like there ain’t
No one in the room but us

This is the last chance
For the first dance
Bring your body close
So if you got a minute
Then the DJ gon’ play my song
The one that always turns me on

Last chance
To be my baby
Last chance
The final call
Last chance
The music’s playing
Last chance
To come and get that first dance
My body’s talking
First dance, it’s critical
Last chance
So all I’m saying
We could have a ball

Last chance
To be my baby
Last chance
The final call
Last chance
The music’s playing
Last chance
To come and get that first dance
My body’s talking
First dance, it’s critical
Last chance
So all I’m saying
We could have a ball

Last chance

Chris Travis – Wassup With You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Riding around town
They will never put me down
I promise you
Promise you [x4]
I'm cold with it [x2]
I'm high with it
In the sky with it
Who you know with it [x2]
If you owe me
I come with full heat
Oh he
No he
Don't bitch im colder than the damn sea
f*ck with me
Dont f*ck with me
If you do
You'll rest in peace
Aye

[Verse 2]
Im swaggin cool
She like bitch what it do
I hit her what it do
I'm like wassup wit you
My flow is absolute
Bitch I mean obsolete
I'm so gotdamn unique
I dont need to compete
These niggas f*cking weak
Get on your f*cking knees ho
Do what you please
Oh, im bout to squeeze
Oh
Let me f*cking do what i do
Yall niggas ain't about shit bitch
And i'm about to swerve in the poon
And i'm about to f*cking ride on the E-way

And I ain't got no f*cking time for no freeze frame
And all these fake niggas and lames tryna DJ
Bitch i do my own sounds
Ion need ya [x3]
Something like a leisure
Bitch im a leader
And i will teach ya
I'm yo teacher
I'm yo teacher
Bitch your professor
Your addressor
I be on that shit
I'm on top of the dresser
You already know, bitch the professor
Domestic
No protection
Bitch im wet and
Bitch im wet and
Waterboys be the squad we the best bitch
On my flesh bitch
Crop my chest bitch

Aye

[Hook] [x2]
Shawty be a queen
Come and f*ck with a leader
Learn a couple things baby girl imma teach ya
Stay away from lames
And the snakes
And the leechers
If you get to close
Like forreal
They will eat ya

Promise you [x3]
Baby girl imma promise you
Promise you [x4]

Linkin Park – Step Up Lyrics

Watch as the room rocks
Men only moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can’t tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn’t make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility
You’re killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You’re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn’t make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they’re getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it’s real
You want to be an emcee you’ve got to study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up

So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don’t have the hip hop energy

With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you’ve heard is top 40
And your record company is completely missing it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can’t hack it
React with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It’s taken decades for emcees to establish this
You’re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experienced

(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him
vulnerable to attack)

[Chorus (2x)]

(After years of pain staking research by the world’s leading sound scientists, we
here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system. Actual
movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the
cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.)

[Chorus (2x)]

Chris Robinson Brotherhood – The Chauffeur’s Daughter Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m in love with the chauffeur’s daughter
She takes me where I want to go
With black gloves and a black hat on her
She don’t have to get the door
She never speeds, she got no need
She always takes her time
I just sit in the back and enjoy my high

[Chorus]
The road gets narrow, the road gets wide
And when the road gets a rocky, she’s my easy ride
Through the rearview, she gives a wink and a smile
On the miracle mile
We pull over, just to take a stroll
Down by the riverside

[Verse 2]
We drive around town with the windows down
Like we don’t have a care
Sing along to our favorite songs
Let the people in the next car stare
She’s a DJ of my dreams
Plays the right song every time
I’m in love with the chauffeur’s daughter
She’s a real good friend of mine
[Chorus]
The road gets narrow, the road gets wide
And when the road gets a rocky, she’s my easy ride
Through the rearview, she gives a wink and a smile

On the miracle mile
We pull over, just to take a stroll
Down by the riverside

[Bridge]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

[Verse 3]
Oh, and then we’re there
With her long blonde hair
Fallin' in my face in the summer breeze
She takes my hand, yes and I understand
Sometimes a dream is to be believed
(Hey, do you believe it?)

[Verse 4]
I’m in love with the chauffeur’s daughter
I guess everybody knows
I like the silver rings on her fingers
And the tattoos on her toes
I pay the gas when I got the cash
Said, "Oh, we don’t worry ‘bout that"
Maybe someday she’ll let me drive
And we won’t ever come back
[Chorus]
The road gets narrow, the road gets wide
And when the road gets a rocky, she’s my easy ride
Through the rearview, she gives a wink and a smile
On the miracle mile
We pull over, just to take a stroll
Down by the riverside

[Outro]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-oh-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ahhh

Canardo – Ce Qu’il Nous Reste Lyrics

[Intro]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)
Ne brisez pas nos rêves c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)

[Refrain]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cinglé
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions (La,la,la,la,la)

[Couplet 1]
J’aime quand elle m’emmène, qu’elle me fait oublier mes problèmes
Mes problèmes qui s’enchaînent, enlassé dans ses bras je ne peux plus vivre sans elle
Elle a son côté bestial mais il n’y a qu’elle qui sait redonner le smile
Juste ferme les yeux et DJ monte le son fais péter ces murailles
Je ressens comme un vide ma belle je t’invite à danser laisse toi faire
Pas besoin du carré VIP, ce soir on est tous des chanteurs

[Pré-Refrain]
(Quand la musique m’appelle) Obligé que je décroche
(Si tu veux je t’emmène) Yeah

[Refrain]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cinglé
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cinglé
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions

[Pont]
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)

[Couplet 2]
Elle a ce truc magique qui peut te rendre nostalgique
Nostalgique, toujours le bon tempo quand il le faut, tu sais qu’elle a les mots
Toutes la journée je l’écoute à fond sans jamais m’en lasser
Hiver comme été elle est capable de te faire rire ou pleurer
Ça paraît tellement logique dans ma tête j’ferme les yeux la musique sait y faire
Tous les soirs j’suis en feat jusqu’à pas d’heure

[Pré-Refrain]
(Quand la musique m’appelle) Obligé que je décroche
(Si tu veux je t’emmène) Yeah

[Refrain]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cingler
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cingler
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions

[Pont]
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)

[Outro]
Ne brisez nos rêves pas c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)
Ne brisez pas nos rêves c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)

Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Spaghetti Lyrics (feat. Kent Jones)

[Hook: Remy Ma]
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Nah come on P, who’da thought I’d make it?
When the cops used to strip us naked
Now they got the name on the street sign
It may be famous
And f*ck boys can’t help but hate it
But I know Pun love it
Just caught a lick last weekend
I know he was above it, blessing from the sky
And the nigga just recovered, long nights at LIV
Grubman in my ears as we floating through the kitchen
Million dollar deals while you focus on the bitches
Signing big contracts on the backs of strippers
It ain’t a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the proof
Since “Turn Out the Light”
From the World Class Wreckin’ Cru
I’m back at it, crack mules in back alleys
Crack addicts, serving them is a bad habit
Maybe I been watching too much Narcos
‘Cause lately I been feeling like I’m Pablo

[Hook: Remy Ma]
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
Y’all bitches got fat while we starved
Shots in your ass, pads in your bras
Y’all some liars it ain’t no facts in your songs
And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx
Take away they stylist, they don’t know what style is
I’ve been fly since junior high, bitch
You the biggest bird on Sesame Street
And I’ma scramble ya egg, keep running your beak
I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat
I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed

Y’all hoes below, behind, under, beneath
Not near, not none, not one could f*ck with me
See when it comes to this rap shit, Rem’s fantastic
I’m good money, yeah, paper or plastic?
My shit tight, spandex, elastic
Your shit “Shaggy,” Mr. Boombastic

[Hook: Remy Ma]
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti

[Verse 3: Kent Jones]
This ain’t the shit you been used to
Your shit is not accepted
I don’t condone what you doing
And nor do I respect it
I’m here at Vito’s with noodles
She slurping my spaghetti
After we f*ck, tell her write her name down
I might forget it
Call collect, she never been a cheap broad
Slurping that spaghetti
That’s why every man she meet bawls
Niggas keep drawing conclusions
But all they do is doodle
If you think this is a new me
The old me never knew you
Tired hearing ’bout
Who run the East, West and the South
Only thing I see you niggas running?
Is your f*cking mouth
Like who are you?
Really who the f*ck are you?
See you with the team
Still don’t know what the f*ck you do
I like that fettuccine
And my spaghetti Rotelle
Got bologna on my bread
Every delivery starts with deli
Commas, this is DJ, DJ
Just a condiment, I never relish
Plan on winning every accomplishment
I let you tell it

[Hook: Remy Ma]
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti
Flashing fetti and jewels, they slurping on spaghetti
Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti
Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti
In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti

Anuel Aa – Reggaetonera Lyrics

Al reggaetón le ha sido fiel (Al reggaetón)
Nunca se ha vira’o (Nunca)
Es partysera a otro nivel
Cayó con la’ amiga’ a fumar (Fumar)
E’ una nena mala y le gustan problemático’ (Problematico’)
E’ fanática ‘el perreo y se sabe to’ lo’ clásico’ (To’ lo’ clásico’)

Ella e’ reggaetonera hasta la tumba (Oh-oh-oh)
Los fin de semana solo quiere vacilar (Oh-oh-oh)
E’ loca con que el DJ le zumbe (Le zumbe)
To’a la’ cancione’ que la ponen a bailar
Ella e’ reggaetonera hasta la tumba (Uah)
Pa’l fin de semana solo quiere vacilar (Solo quiere vacilar)
Se suelta cuando el DJ le zumba (Uah)
Lo’ reggaetone’ que la ponen a perrear

Entraba en to’ lo’ party sin ID (Sin ID)
Fumando marihuana (Marihuana)
Siempre está pal do’ pa’ do’ con la hermana (Con la hermana)
Vive la vida como si no hay un mañana (Yeh, yeh)
Y siempre dice que se va a morir perreando
Sabe que está dura sin tener que estar forzando (Forzando)
Sus enemiga’ viven dividiendo bando’ (Bando’)
Quiere ser millo y se muere intentando (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
Y de lune’ a jueve’ en la uni (Uah, uah)
Y de vierne’ a domingo en la disco (En la disco)
Los tiene a to’ y ella se vive la movie (Oh-oh-oh)
Y jangueando con cantante’ en la’ disco’ (En la disco; uah, eh; brr)

Mera, mami, ¿a ti te encanta el bicho, verdad?
Porque a mí lo que me gusta e’ el toto
Dale pa’cá que estoy bellaquísimo

Ese culo opera’o no te haga’ (No te haga’)
Tú ere’ de la’ que se la bebe y se la traga (Uy)
Si no e’ en gistro ella no sale pa’ la playa (Brr)
Dale, gata, guaya, vamo’ a matarno’ en la raya
Se lo quiere menter el combo entero (El combo entero; brr)
Pero ella e’ fina y nunca cuero (Ella no e’ puta)

Se puso extensione’ en el pelo (¿Ah?)
Reggaetonera en busca de un reggaetonero (Brr)
Desde que el novio la dejó anda sin panty (Sin panty)
Los melone’, mami, como dice Ranking (Uy)
Su mejor amiga e’ una perra como Lassie (Como Lassie)
Te mandé en Uber, ante’ le mandaba en taxi (Yeah)
Y a tu ex que mame bicho y que se pierda (Que se pierda)
Que tengo un R que le dicen "La Jodienda" (Brr)
Se pone bruto y le vamo’ a sacar la mierda (Uy)
Y la próxima ve’ si tiene tienda que la atienda (Bebecita)

Le dicen, le dicen, le dicen, le dicen
Le dicen, le dicen: "La rompebicho" (Urgh-urgh)
Le dicen, le dicen, le dicen, le dicen
Le dicen, le dicen: "La rompebicho" (Urgh-urgh)
Tú lo quiere’ e’ que te, tú lo que quiere’ e’ que te
Tú lo quiere’ e’ que te rompa el caga’o
Tú lo quiere’ e’ que te, tú lo que quiere’ e’ que te
Tú lo quiere’ e’ que te rompa el caga’o
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Uah

Ella e’ reggaetonera hasta la tumba (Tumba)
Los fin de semana solo quiere vacilar vacilar (Oh-oh)
E’ loca con que el DJ le zumbe (Le zumbe)
To’a la’ cancione’ que la ponen a bailar
Ella e’ reggaetonera hasta la tumba (Tumba)
Pa’l fin de semana solo quiere vacilar (Solo quiere vacilar)
Se suelta cuando el DJ le zumba (Uah)
Lo’ reggaetone’ que la ponen a perrear

Real hasta la muerte, baby
Real hasta la muerte, baby
Chris Jeday
Gaby Music
Brr
Ronca, ronca y te pateé gallo bolo
Lo’ número’ hablan por sí solo’
Mera, dime, Nino
Brr
Mera, dime, Frabian
Lo’ intocable’, ¿oíste, bebé?
¿Ah?
Mera, dime, EQ
Lo’ illuminati, ¿oíste, bebé?
Bebecita

Ross David – Fire Burnin Lyrics

Tell me what you see, when you look in the mirror, cause I’m
Strugglin’ to believe what I’m seein’ is real right now
Darlin’, them other girls can’t compete, with the way you do
Takin’ me higher, and I’ll be beggin’ you for mercy
Before these lights go out
There’s a fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough, get enough
Let me take your hand, I could be your man
And I will give you love, give you love
Just give me the chance, I’ll blow your mind
Here are there, all I need is the time
There’s a fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough, get enough
Mmmm, so
One step, two step, now we’re stepping on the dance floor
DJ don’t stop what you’re doin’ now, cause this is intense
That’s for sure. So get ready, get set
Cause going steady, is what I’m goin’ for
I’m one kiss from easin’ the pain, two from insane
And now I’m needin’ more
There’s a fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough, get enough

Let me take your hand, I could be your man
And I will give you love, give you love
Just give me the chance, I’ll blow your mind
Here are there, all I need is the time
There a fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough, get enough
With eyes like the stars, but ocean blue
Girl it’d be work to get over you
But I ain’t givin’ up anytime soon
There’s a fire burnin’ in, fire burnin’ in
Fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough, get enough
Let me take your hand, I could be your man
And I will give you love, give you love
Just give me the chance, I’ll blow your mind
Here are there, all I need is the time
There’s a fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough, get enough
Fire burnin’ in, fire burnin’ in
There’s a fire burnin’ in yeah
Just give me the chance, I’ll blow your mind
Here are there, all I need is the time
There a fire burnin’ in, here we go again
And I can’t get enough

Dua Lipa – Ball & Chain Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Keep on lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up
Lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up
Keep on lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up
Lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain
Don’t let go, I need you (Need you, need you)

[Verse 1]
It ain’t about the money, don’t matter where you’re from
Don’t care ’bout what you believe in
Or who you wanna love
Let’s get back to basics, before we turn to dust
Forget about all the illusions
Tonight it’s us

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go, I need you for life

[Post-Chorus]
Know you need me and I need you to survive
I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives
Say my name and let’s get shackled on my light
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

[Verse 2]
So I trip but not a bargain, that’s how we shed our pain
The monsters waiting outside, like poison for the brain
Things get a little bit crazy, don’t need to feel ashamed
There’s no more time for cryin’
We can be our DJ
Play our worries away
You can be our savior
Keep on lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go, I need you for life

[Post-Chorus]
Know you need me and I need you to survive (Know you need me and I need you to survive)
I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives (I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives)
Say my name and let’s get shackled on my light (Say my name and let’s be shackled)
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

[Bridge]
Trapped inside the rhythm world, I feel free
Let me be your prisoner
Suffocated by the beat, lets me breathe
Keep on lightin’ me up, keep on lightin’ it up

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain
Don’t let go, I need you (Need you, need you, need you)
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go, I need you for life

[Post-Chorus]
Know you need me and I need you to survive (Know you need me and I need you to survive)
I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives (I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives)
Say my name and let’s be shackled on my light (Say my name and let’s be shackled)
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

[Outro]
Know you need me and I need you to survive (Ain’t no)
How we dancin’, when dancin’ for the lights
Say my name and let’s be shackled on my light (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

R.i.o. – Ready Or Not Lyrics (feat. U-Jean)

Hey all pretty ladies, get it down on the floor
We’re gonna rock this club like never before

You and me rockin down the line
We party non stop, have a good time
All the booties swang, hot shautie’s on fire
… on the floor, raise your glasses for more

L.O.L. we’re laughing out loud
S.O.S. for my hand on the crowd
Hey doctor DJ drop it down low
We’re the party shakers ready to go

Hey all pretty ladies, get it down on the floor
We’re gonna rock this club like never before
So ladies put your hands up, hands up
Touching the sky
Now put your hands up, hands up
Ready or not

Sexy Shautie let’s get ready tonight
I’m here at the club let’s have a good time
So ladies put your hands up, hands up
Touching the sky
Now put your hands up, hands up
Ready or not
Let’s go!

Popping bottle sip champagne
… have sex on the beach
The party’s hot get ready to roll

L.O.L. we’re laughing out loud
S.O.S. for my hand on the crowd
Hey doctor DJ drop it down low
We’re the party shakers ready to go

Hey all pretty ladies, get it down on the floor
We’re gonna rock this club like never before
So ladies put your hands up, hands up
Touching the sky
Now put your hands up, hands up
Ready or not

Sexy Shautie let’s get ready tonight
I’m here at the club let’s have a good time
So ladies put your hands up, hands up
Touching the sky
Now put your hands up, hands up
Ready or not
Let’s go!

Yung Child Support – Spread It Lyrics

[Intro]

I have an attractive Spanish girl in my class, how do I approach her
You walk up on her, okay and you look her right in her eyes and you tell her “Hey… Spread It”.

[Bridge]

Dr. Girlfriend – Spread it.
Alex – Spread what?
Maurice – Yeah, spread it.
Alex – Spread, what?!
Maurice – Spread, it Alex.

[Chorus]

Hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Verse]

You don’t want to f**k bill
Who don’t want to f**k bill
Left your bitch on the phone
Tell her to take the pic
You ain’t gotta be alone tonight
Imma take you home with me
Baby won’t you get off that
God damn you ass is fat
Hooo, hoo
DJ run it back now
Well momma if yo single

[Chorus]

I’m like hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Outro]

You hearing it?
We go home back to her hotel room
And I still tried to smash and she curved my ass

Lil Uzi Vert – Cutting My Wrists [DUPLICATE PAGE] Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Southside
Southside, Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Let’s go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let’s go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (Pics)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (No)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (I flex)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (Ugh)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (Fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Verse 1]
I got diamonds on my hand (My hand)
I got diamonds on my rims (Rims)
I got diamonds on my friends (Friends)
Look, the storm, it just began (Began)
Uh, Dior my suit, uh
I just wan’ get all the loot, uh (The loot)
Fuckin’ your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit)
I’m make it do what it do, uh
Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah)
When they get loose like a noose (Yeah)
Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke)
Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let’s get it)
Elephants all in a room, uh
Horton gon’, um, Hear Who, uh (What)
I put my dick in your boo, uh
She is no longer your boo, uh
22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi)
Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh
Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move)
You not my baby, get Ruth’d, uh
Wait, where is the blue?
Pop that lil’ pill and I start seein’ clues (Uh)
Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh
My nigga makin’ the news (Yeah)
Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh)
Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup)
I had to rake up the loot
350,000 on my jewels (My jewels)
That’s the shit I got on now
Back then, they ain’t let me fuck, well, how ’bout now? (How ’bout now)
If I’m a dog, lil’ bitch, you is a hound
We buyin’ Verbs in the ‘vert, no, not now (Let’s go)
I’m the firstest nigga out
Pull up so fresh that they puttin’ in lost and found, uh, bitches wanna link and found ’em
‘Cause these niggas always, they stealin’ my style (Uh)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (Bad bitch)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Ya bih)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch)
I had to go up in my list (In my list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (Pics)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (No way)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (My wrist)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (They sick)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (I try ’em)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
First crib, it was apartment (Uh)
I used to chill in the ‘ment (The ‘ment)
Everything happened was meant (Was meant)
Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let’s get it)
Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay)
I just have paid they lil’ rent
Reversin’ the backend, lil’ bitch
That would happen when a nigga get rich (What)
No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp)
Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp)
I’m the GOAT sitting, the pimp
C on my glasses so I see the ‘lent, uh (Let’s go)
Dip, slide in the Bent’
Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt)
Don’t want that bitch, she not a ten
I cannot fuck if she didn’t bring a friend (Hoe)
She getting mad, put dick in her friend
Not talkin’ no haircut, but I get the trim
She a redbone and she fixin’ the brims (Okay)
Everytime we in there, it gets intense
She a lil’ crazy but she is a gem
I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines
My niggas run up with me on that bitch
I met that girl when I was out on Essex
You know I get fly like I’m on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew)
So you know I gotta keep the protection
I put the section inside of my section
No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No)
Going too hard, no, I am not resting
Do not follow that like that, that is the Xs
Two of your checks look just like my backend
Hit from the back, but no, no, I can’t back it
All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas
All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Woah)
I got a hunnid round right in a fan
My boy just put up four up in a Phantom
No, I do not drink the lean, that’s the answer
Poppin’ the Perky, wake up, and what happened (What happened)
Fuckin’ this bitch in the ass, I’ma smack it
Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin’

[Verse 3]
Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny
But I’m not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon’ make me horny
No, not no school but your bitch, she be boring
Ride on a plane ’cause Lil Uzi be tourin’
She told me she wanna go for abroad but I would not do that ’cause she gave me oral (Hahaha)
Keepin’ the cauldron, my new name is Squidward ’cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral
That fuck nigga, yeah, he gon’ move like a girl, my niggas still movin’ them choppas and squirrels
No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate, but Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy)
I got my girl a lil’ ice cream and she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl)
Okay, your girl, she better than his but I swear your girl’s not better than swirl (Swirl)
She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair and that lil’ bitch ass is big as the world (World)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Addy
Come on, lil’ baby, I know that you ready
Chop that boy up, treat him like spaghetti
It’s a surprise so that shit with confetti
Got a girl, last name Voorhees, and she gonna move with machete
Smoking 3 grams but them shit not no Teddy
Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let’s go, let’s go)
Keep my, brand new, foreign steady
Please don’t drive my shit like a Chevy
Pull up Claireport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt)
Pull up the car on a all black heli’
If I get booked, they don’t have no celly
That’s ’cause I made 10 M’s off the deli
She only made 3 racks off of jelly (Uh)

[Verse 4]
No, you can’t talk like that, you not a member (No)
I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver)
Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
No, I can’t sit in the middle (Brr)
‘Cause I’m not, um, sentimental
Getting money, flexin’ real hard but that car you got is a rental
Is you a spy, nigga, tell me who sent you
Got a old bitch, I love doing the dishes
Got a old bitch, I like giving the pinches (Let’s go)
Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick and everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha)
Diamonds my mouth so it’s diamonds my sentence
I got this floss and that’s right from my dentist
I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton
I’m dunkin’ your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let’s go)
The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip
I know I told you I don’t drink the lean but I might sip it
This shit was destined, this shit was written (Yeah)
These niggas not with the hittin’ (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh
First, you gotta do an audition, uh
And you gotta bring an addition, uh
He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh
Knock that boy out he a chicken (Bitch)
You really not real and you talk ’bout your own people so you better stay your distance (What)
I’m ballin’ on you like the Pistons (Mhm)
Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh)
Uh, I’m the only chef in my kitchen (Uh)
Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin’, yeah
Yeah, random hoes don’t pick it, uh
That’s how I do my stickin’, yeah
Don’t know where she been, can’t lick it
Only hit it once, don’t miss it (Uh)
Make her pop her top like I’m mystic (Uh)
Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah)
These niggas out here, they really be trippin’
And I’m off the ‘shrooms, I be doin’ the same

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Let’s go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let’s go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (I don’t)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (I’m sorry)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (My wrist)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (Let’s go)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let’s go)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (He lit)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Let’s go)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Outro]
I got diamonds on my tooth
I got diamonds on my tooth
Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah)
Diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)
Yeah, Lil Uzi
Let’s go

King Von – No Flaws Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

R.E.M. – Radio Song Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah

[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!

[Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners!

Missy Elliott – Cool Off Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Lil B – Rhode Island Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga, I’ma talk about BasedWorld, man
These niggas talk about I did what?
I got so many motherfuckin’ bitches
(Fuck it! Talk to a nigga!
I know the BasedGod!)

[Verse 1]
I know the BasedGod, yeah
Catch me out in Rhode Island (swag)
I’ma fuck yo’ bitch till she cryin’
All my young niggas wildin’
Albany, bitch, we gettin’ violent
Tell that nigga quit hidin’
Tell that fat nigga I’m the real don
I’ma fuck his bitch where the hills are

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island! (Figaro!)

[Verse 2]
I’ma give money to the DJ (swag)
I’ma tell that nigga go replay
I know Lil B
Yeah, nigga, I know Lil B
Shout out to the BasedGod
Nigga, I said “thank you BasedGod”
Huh? It ain’t no fuckin’ drop
Huh? (Woo!) Yeah, nigga, we gon’ fuckin’ drop
Another body drop, it’s OK
It’s OK
Give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
Gotta say
Take that hoodie off, bitch, you look gay
You look gay
All my niggas goin’ dumb up in the bay
In the bay

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island!

Lil Durk – Bora Bora Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

Tory Lanez – TOUCHDOWN Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Fort Lauda-
Doe go round di order
Watch nuh bad man ting, some bad bwoy ting, zeen?

[Verse 1]
Yo, mi just touch dung inna London (hmm mmm)
Break up di tree lemme bun one
Mi send gyal fi di gun man
Disrespect, we a done man
From mi touch dung New York
Spend money we nuh do talk
Front end hot, mi need fi cool off
High grade mi buss two cough (*cough cough*)
See dem a pree me
Cause we a get gyal easy
Scammer friends have CC
Walk through, everything free, yuh nuh easy
We ago link in Toronto
Weed affi bun inna fronto
Mi nuh have time fi nuh convo
Yo my gyal, fawud to di condo
When mi ex wah text me
So mi know say mi look sexy
Badmind people dem vex me
Bwoy dem wah fi arrest me
Likkle pussy bwoy dem
This time, fuck off gyal dem fi di fifth time
Feds wah di man dem shipped off
Lift up di finger, pish posh
Likkle- mi say “who you?”
Mi clothes and mi shoes dem new new
When di man dem approach like “who’s who?”
Every bloodclaat bwoy inna mi crew shoot

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

[Verse 2]
Yo, mi step out the trap inna Brampton
Mi know say mi look handsome
VC, this a di anthem
Big batty gyal inna mi phantom
See me just land inna Miami
Di ting weh mi bring is a eye candy
Hennessey straight, we nuh buy Brandy
Lay pon di beach, tan line sandy
When mi land inna yaad
Every bloodclaat ting mad
Bless up di yutes and mi dawgs
Free up Kartel, World Boss
Mi done off di stage in di venue
Run it up at the Holt Renfrew
Bless up di dawgs we a send through
Jerk inna OVO menu

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
Smellin’ good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
Mari beats, turn me up, up

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
Everything too real, be honest
Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
Came a long way hopping fences
Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
100K flood out the Patek
West coast we hot in (JoJo)
Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
You a dub now, I’m finessing you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)

Chris Brown – Like This Lyrics

[Verse: 1]
Only one conversation
Getting you to my place, yeah
We can have a situation
All you gotta do is say yeah
But do you really wanna stop now
You already let me see
What it could be
And right now I don’t want you to go without me

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t want to go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And then we in a zone like this
Keep it going like this, yeah

[Verse: 2]
Look at us on the floor now
I’m digging everything I like your smile
Only wanna stay a little while
But you ain’t gotta go, no
DJ playing my song now
It’s my turn to feel you out
Cause baby you know that
All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay, oh ho
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

[Bridge]
Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
Damn I’m loving this spotlight
You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
It wasn’t suppose end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Mix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Show your hands, show your hands…

[Verse 1]
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’ (spinnin’, spinnin’)

Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Radio)

[Verse 1]
(Uh, let me loose)
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Go, go, go…

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’

Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all

[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn

[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

Destiny’s Child – Bootylicious (Love: Destiny Version) Lyrics

Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don’t think they can handle this

Love he
Love she
Love harmony
Love destiny

Woo
Better move, cause we’ve arrived
Lookin’ sexy, lookin’ fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thang
There you are, come on baby
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?

You gotta do much better
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it’s time for takeoff

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I’m about to break you off
H-town goin’ hard, read my hips
Slap my thighs, swing my hair
Squint my eyes
Lookin’ hot, smellin’ good
Groovin’ like I’m from the hood
Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss
Can you handle, handle this?

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Move your body up and down
Make your booty touch the ground
I can’t help but wonder why
My vibe’s too vibealacious for you babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I’m hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let’s cut a rug while we scat some jazz, yeah

Pa pa de do da-de
Pa pa de do da-de do
Pa de-de oh
Pa de-de oh
Pow pow pow pow

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
I don’t think you can handle this

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Love destiny

Pitbull – Roof On Fire Lyrics

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn!

Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics

[Verse]
Sky full of stars, gas in the car
Sun shining in the shot gun seat
Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
Pacific city I was 17,
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
Little summer night symphany
When the DJ lit up the air waves
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Verse]
Well I got one life, and it feels right
With you standin’ next to me
And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
Aus2 E
Thick and thin since 17
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
Little summer night symphany
And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Bridge]
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

Diplo – Welcome To The Party lyrics

(feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Chorus: French Montana]
(We on fire!)
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot, hey)
(We on fire!)
Ride up to the party
Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party
Welcome to the party, aye
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Hit ’em up, hey
Give ’em up, hey
Put ’em up, hey
We waking up, hey
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
When we ride, when we pull up
We be high, when we pull up
Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
Roof on fire, fire
We ride, ride
Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
Welcome to the party

[Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

[Bridge: Lil Pump & Zhavia Ward]
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn (Lil Pump, ooh)
(I’m a let it burn) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Burn up, let it burn
Esskeetit!

[Verse: Lil Pump]
I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
I cannot go away for a bitch
Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
You just bluffing, you just hating
All these diamonds on me skating
Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
(We on fire!)

[Outro: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot)