Mexico suffering world’s highest Covid death rate as cases surge


BBC News shows that Mexico is currently suffering the world’s highest death rate from coronavirus, with hospitals at breaking point. 
More than 320,000 people are thought to have died in Mexico with coronavirus. The authorities have updated their figures which are some 60 per cent higher than they had previously stated. 
Sophie Raworth presents BBC News at Ten reporting by Will Grant in Mexico City.
The COVID-19 pandemic in Mexico is part of the ongoing worldwide pandemic of coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) caused by severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2). The virus was confirmed to have reached Mexico in February 2020. However, the National Council of Science and Technology (CONACYT) reported two cases of COVID-19 in mid-January 2020 in the states of Nayarit and Tabasco, one case per state. The Secretariat of Health, though the “Programa Centinela” (Spanish for “Sentinel Program”), estimated in mid-July 2020 that there were more than 2,875,734 cases in Mexico because they were considering the total number of cases confirmed as just a statistical sample.

Ashanti Iced Flo Rida Dating Rumors After Spotted On Yacht Together

Ashanti says Flo Rida is her brother amid fresh dating rumors after he shared pics of them on a yacht.

For years the rumor mill has consistently tried to put Flo Rida and Ashanti together as a couple. That’s mainly because the two have shared such a long and enduring friendship. The rumors died down for a while but were freshly stoked up once again after the rapper recently posted pictures of himself with Ashanti sharing a vacation together at the Garza Blanca Resort & Spa in Cancun, Mexico.

Fans immediately started to excitedly ponder if the two were, in fact, together. It didn’t help that Ashanti was showing off her body in the pics. TheShaderoom caught wind of the pics and started to infer that maybe the two were really romantically involved. That was almost immediately shut down by Ashanti herself, who once again let fans know that they are just friends and that she considers the “My House” singer to be family.

The “Foolish” singer commented: “Aht aht Flo is my brother. We’re family! Celebrating my sis @liltuneshi bday!!! Happy Birthday Bink!” With those words, she effectively shut down any gossip that the two could be dating, much to the disappointment of some fans who feel that they would make an awesome power couple.

The rapper posted a series of photos of himself enjoying the sun beachside with Ashanti in the background. In one of the pictures, Ashanti could be seen lounging in a Dior bikini on a yacht right next to Flo Rida, who was also wearing a Dior tank top. He captioned that post: “If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression, and smile.’”

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Ashanti also showed off her body in a printed bikini while taking in the tropical views poolside. Fans thought for sure it was a romantic partnership when Flo Rida responded to her pictures with flame emojis in the comments. Other reports indicated that it was Ashanti’s sister Shia’s birthday, and she joined them on the mini-vacay.

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Michael Nesmith – Bye, Bye, Bye Lyrics

I had twenty-one miles of road to go
And fifty-four miles of dirt
There was a cold steel gleam
In the night
I was trucking along
Down interstate five
Looking for the turn
When something snapped
And I suddenly changed my mind

I said bye bye bye
Oh, I finally took a stand
Then for the very first time
I felt like a man

So I headed on down to Mexico
I was never going back to work
Yes I had enough cash
To last me there for years
And then I cabled my folks
I said call my boss
And you can tell him
Where I left the truck
And then I went out and stocked up

On enchiladas and beer
I said bye bye bye
Whoah I finally took a stand
Then for the very first time in my life
I felt like a man, like a man man man man

Well now that all happened back in 1961
And I never went back to work
And then in 1964 I started living
Off the land
And the people back home
Still talk about me
Just running off without a word
But me and the beer
And the Mexican sunshine
We don't give a damn

Whoah no no no
I said bye bye bye
Whoah I finally took a stand
Now for the very first time
I feel like a man, a free man

Marney – California Lyrics

“The righteous shall dwell in the land forever
The meek, the gentle the patient shall finally be the ones that inherit this troubled planet
So learn to be patient and gentle”

In California there’s a place I like to stay
Where all the angels come to pray
They all act shady like they got cocaine to move
They think it keeps the crazy out of you

They’re on their knees singing

California will set you free
In The Valley or Los Feliz
You can try but you’ll never leave
The land of the free
For someone like me
It’s all waiting for ya
In California

Through the empty hills
Go down and round to Mexico
Riding on the waves, high on the snow

I’m on my knees now singing

California will set you free
In The Valley or Los Feliz
You can try but you’ll never leave
The land of the free
For someone like me
It’s all waiting for ya
In California

They’re your friends, Superman
When your hands fit the stars down at Mann’s, man

California will set you free
In The Valley or Los Feliz
You can try but you’ll never leave
The land of the free
For someone like me
It’s all waiting for ya
In California

“The righteous shall dwell in the land forever
The meek, the gentle the patient shall finally be the ones that inherit this troubled planet
So learn to be patient and gentle”

Rich The Kid & Tori Brixx Addresses Cheating Accusations From Tori Brixx

Dream Doll is caught in the middle of Rich The Kid and Tori Brixx breakup.

There seems to be trouble brewing between Tori Brixx and her fiancé Rich The Kid, following a series of social media posts hinting that the rapper was vacationing with Dream Doll. The drama started after both Rich the Kid, and Dream Doll posted separate pictures of themselves in Cabo, Mexico. Both shared images of themselves holding iguanas, leaving internet detectives to conclude that the two were spending some quality time together.

Tori became aware of the pictures and decided to message her beau, who she actually thought was in Miami. The rapper replied with a phrase popularized by Shaggy and RikRok, “It wasn’t me.” He even called her “crazy” for believing what was told to her. The two have no longer following each other on Instagram. News had surfaced that the couple has been at odds since Valentine’s Day, so it seems to be much more than this recent incident that has caused this fallout.

Dream Doll has responded to the accusations via social media. “Y’all got me F$$$#d up im on my family vacation which I do every year,” she tweeted. In another post, she wrote, “What we not gonna do is sit here and “TRY” to sabotage my character I have NEVER OR WILL NEVER F@#K WITH NO MAN THAT IS IN A RELATIONSHIP.”

Some of the comments under her posts were, however, quite brutal, calling her out for lying. Some even suggested she was seen with the rapper’s kids.

Do you think there is any merit to the rumors of her and Rich The Kid being together? Or is it a terrible case of coincidence that they were both petting iguanas?

Los Tigres Del Norte – Reina De Reinas Lyrics

Digna la reina de reinas
Ante la ley no se inclina
Camina con pies de gato
La cuerda floja domina
Entre mas bella la rosa
Mas peligrosa la espina

Ah sandra avila beltran
La aprendieron con su amante
Le dijeron que los gringos la acusan de traficante
Tambien de lavar dinero de personas importantes
Sonriendo la soberana
Ingirio ala autoridad
Si firmas ante notario
Que no te dejas comprar
A 30mil pies de altura talvez podamos hablar

Las mujeres hacen hombres
Las reinas forman los reyes
Saba tento a salomon
Cleopatra fabrico un cesar

Dos bellezas milenarias
Pero a sandra no le llegan…

Ser familiar de pesados
No me convierte en culpable
Aporten puebras concretas
Si quieren enchiquerarme
Del dicho al echo ahi un trecho
Un error es jakemate

Un pais sin capital
De la mafia es presa facil
Chinos rusos y evry vary
Mexico toman por base
La corrupcion es un cance
Muy dificil de curarse
Las mujeres hacen hombres
Las reinas forman los reyes
Saba tento a salomon
Cleopatra fabrico un cesar
Dos bellezas milenarias
Pero a sandra no le llegan…..

Michael Ray – Her World Or Mine Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One of us still has our picture taped up on the dash
One of us took that one from Mexico, threw it in the trash
One of us don’t even notice when the radio plays that song
One of us breaks down and has to pull over whenever it comes on
Nah there ain’t no in between, when it comes to her and me

[Chorus]
One of us moved on, one of us got stuck
One of us is drinkin’ just for fun, one of us drinkin’ to get drunk
One of us sleeps good, and one of us hates to face the night
Just depends if you’re talkin’ about her world or mine

[Verse 2]
There’s a number on a phone that one of us erased
There’s a “late-night can we try again?” call one of us wants to make
‘Cause one of us can’t even think about bein’ in another’s arms

And there’s a car in the drive that stayed all night, where one of us used to park

[Chorus]
One of us moved on, one of us got stuck
One of us is drinkin’ just for fun, one of us drinkin’ to get drunk
One of us sleeps good, and one of us hates to face the night
Just depends if you’re talkin’ about her world or mine

[Bridge]
For a while we had forever in our hands
That’s why one of us can’t understand

[Chorus]
How one of us moved on, one of us got stuck
One of us is drinkin’ just for fun, one of us drinkin’ to get drunk
One of us sleeps good, one of us hates to face the night
Just depends if you’re talkin’ about her world or mine

[Outro]
Yeah that’s the difference between her world or mine

Tory Lanez Posts Insensitive Video Flexing In Mexico After Thee Stallion Shooting Court Date

Tory Lanez is in great spirits after pleading not guilty today.

After pleading not guilty in the Megan The Stallion shooting case earlier today, Tory Lanez is showing fans what he’s really been up to while in-person court hearings have been suspended. The rapper submitted his plea, but he was nowhere near a courtroom. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even in the country.

Troy took to Instagram to give an update on what he is up to with an off-the-top jingle about being in Mexico when he has court. In his best Jamaican accent, the Canadian rapper sings over a dancehall-type beat heard playing on loudspeakers. “Dem did seh mi have court today / But mi out in Mexico / N***a jus a clean the pool,” he sang turning the camera towards the poolboy.

A studio mic and equipment was set up in the home, indicating that Tory was working on music while the world was learning that he pled not guilty today. While we sincerely hope the court mockery was not what he was chopping up, it appears the rapper was just in a good mood. In the Instagram story he posted, Tory typed, “Blessings we sayyyyy” with a series of feel-good emojis.

The Shaderoom reshared Tory’s story on their Instagram page, prompting the rapper to respond in the comments. “Y’all could have left this in my IG story where it belongs,” he wrote with the facepalm emoji before removing the facetious sing-song from Instagram stories.

Tory Lanez was accused of shooting Megan Thee Stallion with his personal firearm on July 12, 2020, in Hollywood Hills, California. In the high-profile case that has gotten major publicity since the incident occurred, Lanez was arrested for a minute on account of carrying a concealed weapon, but he was only recently charged for assault with a firearm in connection with the shooting. He maintains that he is innocent.

What do you think about Tory’s attitude on the day of his court hearing?

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Spice Claps Back At Haters Calling New Relationship Fake & For Love & Hip Hop

Spice is on a Baecation rampage as she enjoys her week off with Justin Budd, her new beau, as the two celebrated his birthday in Mexico.

Spice’s fans, however, think it’s all a gimmick as the artiste has been known to pull off some convincing publicity stunts in the past. Could this be one of her publicity stunts for her music career or her appearance on reality TV show Love & Hip Hop Atlanta?

Spice, however, says this is the real deal, no gimmick or publicity. In a video post on Instagram, the Love&Hip Hip star says, “this personal little video is for the people in the back who thinks all this is just a stunt for music video. Watch to the end the kiss is just for you. This real ova yah so. Watch kiss up.”

She added, “Grace is on vacation and Spice will be back Thursday.”

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In the comments section, her beau, Justin, spares no kisses as he posts heart eyes and kissy faces. In the video, Spice is seen wearing a sexy Versace one piece as she says, “watch pool bar, watch man, watch Rasta, watch Versace ova yah so, watch lace wig ah liff up,” to the guffaws from her man. “Watch black love ova yah so, watch kiss,” Spice says as kisses Justin.

Many fans think that the relationship might be a stunt for Spice’s role in WH1’s Love & Hip Hop. The show is currently postponed due to the covid-19 pandemic in the United States. The Atlanta edition of the show – concluded its 9th season in March of 2020. There’s no news on whether there will be a season 10, but some speculations say March 2021 might be the season 10 premiere date. Love & Hip Hop Atlanta is among the most lucrative of the shows and is unlikely to be canceled.

Spice, who is among the lead stars, is expected to make a comeback on the show. The show also teased that a couple of new faces from Atlanta’s hip hop scene will join the show. Is Justin Budd one of those people? We’ll have to wait and see, but it seems that fans of Spice would not be disappointed by Budd, who is an eye candy and who they have all started following on social media.

Budd had only about 5k followers before Spice tagged him in the first initial post celebrating his birthday, but now he has 52.3k followers. Justin Budd has posted several videos and photographs of him and the So mi like it artiste, captioning one “my girl is better than yours!” with the hashtag #BlackLove. We’re here for it, stunt or not!

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Lil Pump – LIL PIMP BIG MAGA STEPPIN Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), Lil Pump (Yeah)
(You know I’m posted in the booth with the boof with Ronny J)
Brr

[Chorus]
Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, ooh (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Brr)
Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Ayy)
Hundred round drum on a big stick, uh
Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh, ooh)
Lil Pimp, ooh (Brr), Lil Pimp (Yeah)
Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Huh?)
Hundred round drum on a big stick, uh (Yeah)
Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, yeah)
Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah)
Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ooh, yeah)
Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, ayy), yeah
Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah)
Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Let’s go)

[Verse]
Got a whole foreign on my right wrist
Fuck a bad bitch, send her back to ISIS, uh
Look at all my diamonds, they bitin’
Got a Rolls truck with no license, ooh
And I’m screamin’ out “Fuck Sleepy Joe”
Bought a Lamb’ truck and I bought a boat
Fifty round drum with a telescope
Fuck a bad bitch from Mexico
Lil Pimp so conceited, ooh
Pour the whole eight for no reason, ooh
Junkies in the hood, they tweakin’, ooh
Dumb lil’ bitch, come eat it, ayy
Damn, I should’ve been in the NFL
Ooh, fuck
Wrappin’ the bricks, send them in the mail

[Chorus]
Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, ooh (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Brr)
Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Ayy)
Hundred round drum on a big stick, uh
Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh, ooh)
Lil Pimp, ooh (Brr), Lil Pimp (Yeah)
Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Huh?)
Hundred round drum on a big stick, uh (Yeah)

[Outro]
Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, yeah)
Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah)
Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ooh)
Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, ayy)
Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah)
Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Let’s go)

Les Cowboys Fringants – Le Plombier Lyrics

Juste comme j’partais pour le squash
Avec mon “satchell” Adidas
Mes “runnings” à velcro
Pis mon chandail de Mexico

Les égouts ont r’foulé
La bécosse a débordé
Y avait des coliformes fécaux
Qui flottaient su’l’terrazo

Fa’que j’ai fouillé dins pages jaunes
Sous la rubrique du plombier
La “Plomberie Amazone”
Tiens donc ! C’est là que j’vas appeler

Quand le gars s’est pointé
Y a ameuté tout l’quartier
Son muffler traînait à terre
Ça faisait un boucan d’enfer

S’est enfin stationné
Avec son “Éconoline jacké”
Deux tons, rouillé
Patché avec d’la potée

Y a fouillé en d’ssous d’son banc
Y a pris son coffre à outils
Et d’un pas titubant
Y a r’tonti pis y m’a dit :

“Salut boss ! J’m’appelle Guy, Guy Lafleur
Ben oui pareil comme le grand joueur !
Y est où l’bobo qu’j’te répare ça ?
Fie-toi su’moi ça niaisera pas
Au hockey j’tais pas ben bon
Mais j’ai une bonne moyenne au bâton
C’est pas parce que chuis un p’tit plombier
Qu’chuis pas capable de scorer !”

S’est installé en d’ssous d’l’évier
Ça avait pas l’air de ben aller
Je l’entendais marmonner
Pis sacrer comme un gars d’chantier

Au bout d’une couple de minutes
Y s’décide à s’ prendre un break
Y s’est mis à m’parler d’lutte
A m’dire que c’était pas du fake

Y m’a avoué
Qu’y aimait pu ça comme avant
Que l’Géant Ferré
Lui dans l’temps y était puissant

Y était deux heures d’l’après-midi
Déjà y empestait la boisson
Avec les gars d’la compagnie
Y a dîné Chez l’Père Gédéon

Y m’a dit qu’y se t’nait aux danseuses
Mais qu’depuis qu’sa femme était morte
C’taient les salons d’masseuses
Pis les services d’escorte

Y avait des spots en d’ssous des bras
Pis y sentait l’vieux Velveeta
Y avait la craque de fesses à l’air
Avec la coupe Jaromir Jagger

Oh, pis là ch’t’écoeuré ! J’ai hâte qu’y sacre son camp Guy Lafleur
J’en ai assez d’y voir la face pis d’l’entendre me parler d’lutteurs
Au lieu d’jouer au squash avec les collègues du bureau
J’t’obligé de t’nir compagnie à Guy Lafleur — Maudit wabo !

S’est débouché une Budweiser
Il l’a calée en trois gorgées
Au bout d’deux-trois heures
Y m’a dit : “Boss j’ai terminé !”

En partant y a fait un faux-pas
S’est enfargé dans l’répondeur
Et comble de malheur
Son cancer démarrait pas !

Fa’que y a appelé un towing
D’la compagnie “Sweet Lullaby”
Y m’a dit : “Salut boss !”
En m’faisant des gros bye-bye

Par la f’nêtre j’y ai crié : “Sacre-moi ton camp maudit incompétent !
En plus d’être mauvais travaillant t’as l’air d’un cibole d’habitant !”
Et depuis c’temps-là quand j’vois l’vrai Guy Lafleur à T.V
J’ai toujours une p’tite pensée pour un gros plombier mal-élevé !

Blues Pills – Gypsy Lyrics

I head across the country, looking for Mexico
I got stuck in Kansas with no place to go
Oh I’m a gypsy, that’s what I am
Uh, I’m a gypsy, and I don’t give a damn
Somebody took my load
And I got no place to go
But I’m trying to find my mind
Yes I’m trying to find myself

I’m a gypsy, that’s what I am
Uh, I’m a gypsy, and I don’t give a damn

And I can see a train coming down the track
I’m gonna jump on it, and I won’t look back
Ho-oh, I can see a train now coming down the track

I’m gonna jump on it, and I won’t look back

Ain’t nobody stop my moving
Coming to your, coming to your town
Time is wasting
Ain’t no time for my world renown
‘Cause I can see a train coming down the track
I can see a train coming down the track

I’m moving across the highway
Over this great land, hey
Coming to your town to see your face
Time is wasting
Ain’t no time to waste
I am a gypsy, that’s what I am

Nate Husser – HollyHood Lyrics

I’m still in the hood face in magazine x4
Verse 1:
Got rats in mah trap, but got big tv screens Gold all on my neck dishes in the sink
I can’t get no job ink all on my skinnn
Got no microwave, eat no michelines
Ridin dirty whip so clean, isn’t in his name Prolly wit a model dun forgot her name
Boy I’m livin good cause I done felt the pain
All my friends r dead, Ima just pour them drink
Left the label office went to flip a bird
Huss still in the field boi fck watchu heard
Do this for the Martin do the for the Burgz
Got my trap spot bumpin neighbours hella nervous

Chorus:
I’m still in the hood , face in magazines x4
Verse 2
I might go downtown, just to scope the hoes They gon want some pics, fck me for my clothes They luh me in my city erry block I go
They know it’s back to the hood after erryshow
Know it’s gang don’t play game my niggas trained to go If I wanna take a plane today to Mexico
I think I might stick around flip another 36oz
I’m the king of the trap, government think I’m broke
I’m still in the hood, face in magazine (x8)

DDG – Toxic Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah
I ain’t writin’ this shit ’cause I’m in my mu’fuckin’ feelings, nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Love you, I just used to love you
Now I wouldn’t love touch you or see what you been up to
Nowadays it’s fuck you, I was tryna fix this shit
You ain’t even want to, why the fuck I want you
This shit finna haunt you, all them bitches want me
I ain’t gotta fake it, the bitches that you hangin’ with ain’t like you ’til you made it
When you seen me with another bitch you couldn’t take it
A couple other bitches that you with I seen ’em naked
When I sent them roses to yo crib, the shit was cool though
See you at the function next week, with a dude though
I already knew though, it’s fuckin’ with my mood though
Now I’m in the clubs and I’m lookin’ for a new ho
Not a ho, a lowkey girl, still in school though
Could’ve drove the car to Mexico, but we flew though
Blowin’ on this gas and it feel like I’m in Pluto (Pluto)

[Chorus]
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show

[Verse 2]
Young, rich teens, when I met you, you was innocent
Started off great, I was hopin’ we could finish it
Love in the air everytime that we got intament
Messaged you on Instagram, I’m thinkin’ ’bout unsendin’ it
‘member you got pregnant and we rushed up to the clinic
You was scared, but I hadn’t been that happy in a minute
Even though we lost a baby, I’m still wonderin’ if we didn’t
Would we still be together?, probably not, who am I kiddin’
We was toxic, really we was toxic
Our relationship was not shit
Shit was outta pocket
You was playin’ games the whole time like a bop it
Can’t cry over spilled milk, we gotta mop it
I’m just really datin’, prayin’ you not hatin’
I wanna see you happy, please don’t let that be mistaken
By the time you realize it’s no better, I’ll be taken
(By the time you realize it’s no better, I’ll be taken)

[Chorus]
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show

GLOCK Lyrics and Video Song – Dilpreet Dhillon | Parmish Verma | Jinde Meriye

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Hoo…

Ho kaaleya raahan da kayi raahi aakh de
Maut chandri da kayi maahi aakh de
Ho kayi aakhi jaande bhuchal munde nu
Sehar tere jatt nu tabhaai aakh de

Aai maut de vi nahio munda pairi girda
Shehar goreya de vigdeya jatt firda
Naam unjh Mexico takk bolda
Boldi bandook munda ghatt bolda

oh ta agg da barola
Poora khabra ch raula
Auunda gun da karaunda thakk thakk turreya

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho shera aale jigra tere kabbe yaar da
Firda street’aa vich gunde maarda
Ho bhad’de aule vairi jaag de
Tere jatt nu aa dhakk champion aakh de

Bethe maawan kole darde jawaak sun layi
Hunde 9mm de khadaak sunn layi
Ho giddara de wagh waang jhund ch ni rehnda
Kalla firda muchha nu dinda batt tureya

Munda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya

Ow shehar tere de raj aa ni
O itthe masla ni koi votan da
Maahda calculator
Sadde hisab ni launda note’aa da
Ho likhde aan
Te khulla hi gaune aan
Khulle hi kharche ne
Te khulle hi kamaune aa
Kyun, paidi hai phir dhakk champion!

Young M.A – My Hitta Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon’ ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You’re my lil’ hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like…)
You not gon’ be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon’ bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let’s go, baby, I fuckin’ love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I’ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don’t trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I’m usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don’t have a boo ’cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that’s only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we fuckin’ up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it’s my b-day
But it’s just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)
Ooh, that’s a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I’m tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I’m sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it’s in fashion
Ooh, she said I’m nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (Ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I’m the vaccine
Blowin’ bags, poppin’ tags, we a tag team
And we fuckin’ up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin’ bags tippin’ over in the back seat
Coffee on the sheets, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn’t have me, even if she didn’t have me

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like season, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that’s common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it’s an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won’t ever let her go (No)
She my little lightnin’ bug (That’s right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (Uh huh), can’t ever tell her no
She my lil’ spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don’t follow other rappers, that’s that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, “It’s a wrap”, like on some foil shit (It’s a wrap)
‘Cause this Glock will get to steamin’, on some boil shit (Grrr)
‘Cause I’m a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta

Young Thug – Mannequin Challenge Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(You good, T-Minus?)
Uh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just did a week in jail and I caught me three new bitches (No cap)
Before you knew Dapper Don, bitch, I was Grandpa Grippin’ (On God)
I had a million dollars stashed away in a spot on the westside (Woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (Yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (Yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I’m puttin’ diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin’ noodles on the stove (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Off of the Perc’ and the Xan’ again, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in the sky like I’m Anakin, yeah (Yeah)
Doube G on me like mannequin, yeah (Yeah)
Make ’em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (Yeah)
Me and slime dealin’ and dash (Yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (Yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucked her, say hola, screamin’ in Spanish (Yeah)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny (Chk-chk, grra)
You and your Jack sound like you Randy (Grra)
I told that bitch to go swallow my kids
I don’t even wanna have no family (Yeah)
It’s me and Thugger, we rulin’ the planet, yeah
We goin’ harder than granite
Money old enough to fuck up your granny, yeah
I may go fuck on your granny

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

Kevin Abstract – Mississippi Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Verse 2]
In the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left ’em, uh
My feelings go when your feelings show
That’s the stuff that always come and bless you now
Now you’re pushin’ my lovin’, now you’re pushin’ my love
Tell me what you gotta do to try to keep it (next bar)
Tell me what I gotta do to try to keep it (ne-ne-ne-next bar)
Tell me all the ones you know to have you down since ’95
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Pre-Chorus]
Big wedding, this brother basketball so late in the park with them
My feelings don’t mean nothing whenever we arguing
I’m drunk in the backseat, tryna figure out how I can get out this bitch
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Outro]
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so much, I build nigga
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so, I play it so

Future – Gettin’ It In Lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

Pitbull – Ocean To Ocean Lyrics

They tried to get rid of me
But from ocean to ocean
They are gonna have to deal with me

Ayooooo!

I been overlooked, slept on
Stepped on, left for dead
Always against all eyez like Pac said
I’m the living Great Gatsby
But these boys will watch you quick and disappear like Banksy
From ocean to ocean, sea to sea
I’m something that you gotta see

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I practice what I preach but I ain’t gon’ lie
Still got love for these streets, 305 till I die
Still got love for these beats, that’s why I spit this fire
You can catch me on a beach, specially on the islands
Took over my city, now it’s time for the world
I live it, they rap it, there’s a difference, girl
Getting paid more than athletes, man, life is sweet
GM, owner status, Papo, watch me

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I got the world on my shoulders, still quick on my feet
Now I say, sleep is the cousin of death, so I don’t sleep
These boys act like they hard, but we know that they sweet
They wouldn’t bust a grape at a food fight, Papo please
Went from rapping with them boys with a mouth full of gold
To hanging with Slim Jr. down in Mexico
Take it with a grain of salt and a pound of gold
The game is to be sold, and not told, let’s go

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Chief Keef – Couldn’t Take It Lyrics

Leave the door open baby, I get cakey
Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety
Mama always told never let a nigga play me
Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it
What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby
[?]
Cooling with the paper, balling in a major
Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that
Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at?
‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it
[?]
I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s
Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty
Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty
I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty
[?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter

I heard them fuck niggas was plotting on the low
From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low
I know everything before the thot did know
Pull up on your block poppin’ shit, Crisco
I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field

I can buy anything I want
Anything I want and then more
I ain’t never been to Mexico
But I’m smoking on Texaco
Remember pulling up in Volvos
Now I get 90 for 4 shows
Doing cars for the shows
Put it in the water, let’s flow
This ice comes from the North Pole
This don’t stop for my hoe
Man I got the fucking pack
And I got the muthafucking sack
It’s a lot of snakes in the grass

Young Thug – Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

Lil Durk – Just Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
Ye ye
Pussy homosexual
Gang gang in this muffucka turning up in this one time
You know Moneybag on the beat
Muffuckin brooks you feel me

[Verse]
Pussy homosexual
Cookie ain’t original
Love my niggas x and o’s
Smokin’ gas, testin’ coke
Found the plug in Mexico
All my diamonds eskimo
Off the perk I text the most
Rob the nigga flex the most
Flex like international
Grab her ass and squeeze her thoat
Bitches like to fuck wit coke
Trenches I’m they only hope
Treat my like a fuckin goat
Shooter I cannot get poked
Pussy he don wan no smoke
Nut he a actually blow
Turn you to a casserole
Chiraq gotta ride with gats
Molly weed perks and x
Gotta keep yo niggas close
Never know who next to go
You broke what you slackin’ for?
Killas they get cracked the most
Bronem got my back the most
System hate them backs for sure
Shortys they be coo coo gang
They don ever ask to blow
Bitch watch jackin for
My lil bitch is sexual
Nope, I can’t save a hoe
Bro, whachu save her for?
Drug, I could take the whole
Traffic, I could take a pole
No, drugs take it no
They a take your soul
Bitch just play your role
Nobody know
Homie invasion
If nobody home
Gotta felony, if its body home
Got my guns wit me
Ain’t no body [?]
And I’m hard body
Even though my body hard
I don know what Nuski say to me it’s probably God
Lil bro he shootin’ lil bro he a asshole
Killin and a snitch ass him Donnie Brasco
How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle
Lost [?] to cancer many I wish she battled
Caught that nigga lackin’ man I wish we got him
Glad we didn’t get him look up sight the camera
My bitch got grill, she from Alabama
Ans that bitch a savage she ain’t got no manners
She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer
Told her he got get a [?] and get her off the cameras
Bitch love drugs, I just gave her xannies
She don’t swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty
I just need my cheese I just need my fetty
[?] I might get some becky
All black Glock, just to match the Dickies
And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki
Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin’ tricky
If it feel like I can’t trust you then its up and blickin’
And I’m vegetarian, fuck some chicken
And you ain’t your scariest, you duckin’ niggas

[Outro]
Ion fuck wit niggas
Especially them sucker niggas
You know what I’m sayin’
Speakin’ facts man man 1000
1K

Kent Jones – Merengue lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Lana Del Rey – Last Girl On Earth Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby has a broken heart
She can’t belong to only one
Until another girl is found
I don’t pay for anything
My cigarettes or diamonds rings
My feet don’t even touch the ground

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Chariots of gold, I ride with Jay-Z, Jared Leto
I’m a superpower, now they call me the tornado.
I got roses in my hair, I belly dance, and do the tango
Sometimes I get lonely
Everybody told me no

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Verse 2]
Cleopatra used to rule
But she got nothing on me now
‘Cause I’m the last girl on earth
I turn the television on
They only play my favorite song
Since I’m the last girl on Earth

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Chariots of gold, I’m sitting, sipping cherry cola
Caesar said he’d fall in love with me if I was older
I own all of Mexico and I got my own roller-coaster
Sometimes I get lonely, millions can hold me now

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Bridge]
I stay up late at night, try not to think about it
Pretend I’m happy, willing all the word without love
I get so tired being on display somehow
Sometimes I get lonely, but millions all know me now

[Chorus – Variation]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
There’s no such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

Iggy Azalea – Good Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember like 10 years ago
I wanted my name up in bold
I wanted my name up in lights
I wanted to rock every show
I used to take pics in the mirror
I had to get ready for Vogue
And now I’m way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
Than I ever could’ve dreamed before
They pray for the damn on my love
But I still don’t give a fuck
We live in a world full of judgement
And they love to judge us
I think they love to discuss me
‘Cause their life is disgusting
I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
You can not tell me nothing
Na-nothing

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I’m at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

[Verse 2]
Top floor [?]
Eating dinner looking at the view
So high, see all of you
Each and every one who wanna see me lose
You looking at me but I’m looking through you
You tweeting crazy to me, what’s it to you?
Fall in line, this is danger for who?
Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
I’m just out here fucking living
Cut ’em off they’re forbidden
Trade the sides, they was tripping
They like ”Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!”
I go to sleep and y’all forgotten
Sorry boo, you’re not forgiven
Bring me breakfast while I’m swimming
I’m just out here fucking living

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I am at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

Future – Hate in Your Soul Lyrics

[Future]

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse one]

One for the money, yes sir
Two for the show
A couple years ago
Selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘rari
Im in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my click notorious
[?] come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]

Gucci Mane Ft. A$AP Rocky – Jumped Out The Whip Lyrics


(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh, Gucci
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane)
We just rolled in the lot, hoe, hoe what you got?
Make a ni**a spend his last like a hole in his pocket
Ice on swole, swole overload, Jenny from the block
B*tch, I wanna enter every hole that you got
Sugar daddy Gucci Mane, I’m holding a knot
You can’t even fathom all the hundreds I got
I’ma give you money if you want it or not
A red droptop Phantom just swerved in the lot
Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?
And they gon’ fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not
Baby, is you gon’ give me the service or not?
‘Cause that’s a big factor if we splurging or not
Why your friend tryna’ block for? She know you a thot, hoe
It ain’t nuthin’ wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor
Diamonds draped all over me, so drink me on the rocks
This b*tch so fucking nasty, I might buy this b*tch a watch

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Uhh, where she go? There she go
Perico straight from Mexico
Ten kilos, called up Federico
Ready, go, gave Wop some top like there he go
Word to grandaddy Q, came through, couple old hoes acting new
The clothes on bare back and new, the clothes he got on coming soon
I be living life cautious, keep it moving like motions
Keep it smooth, I’m like lotion, we’ve been swimmin like n’oceans
Why these ni**as like vultures? Dang, these b*tches got motives
So much Gucci on the loafers, I’ma turn into the spokesman
Oh, it go Wop linked up with the Mob
I say Guwop, let’s hit the block, linked up in Dubai

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 2]
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay