Skooly – Friend Watch



[Intro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, okay, look

[Verse 1]
Different type of nigga, I want different type of figures
Make a Christian read the bible, have her screaming out the scriptures, look
Ain’t no fuckin’ riddle, I got Benihana extras
I got armor issues, different niggas wanna harm a nigga
They say daddy who’s your son? I’m like all I do is stunt
Hop out Rubicon, rockin’ Louboutins, I’m shooting guns
Concrete, make your heart beat, hard for you to beat us
Fucked a bitch for her fuckin’ features, almost had a fetus
I’m your teacher, I’m your fuckin’ teacher, I’m so conceited
And my bitch she’s a fuckin’ diva, no Mona Lisa
Poured a three in my fuckin’ liter, I can’t feel my fuckin’ features
And I was taught not to fear no evil, I grew up with regals, ooh
Ooh, ooh, fear no evil, I grew up with regals
This is how it is, this is how I am now, uh
Trifling ass bitch, don’t text me from her man house, okay
Make her leg lock, make sure that her leg stop (pin her down)
Flintstone shit, make her fucking bed rock

[Chorus]
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop

[Verse 2]
Different type of glamour, I need different type of cameras
Talking different type of standards, ain’t no motherfucking amateur
Plus I bought her sandles, plus I’m from Atlanta
Got her Gucci bag, told her get my coochie bad
It ain’t no war, we beat ’em, it ain’t no boss can feed us
Bitch I’m a dog I feed ya, bitch I’m a dog I eat ya
I’ma go insane (ride back), I’m off the chain (aw man)
Look at her frame (goddamn), look at her frame (goddamn)
Okay, I done upped my figures, bout to give your ho the business
Got her trippin’, in here strippin’, ’bout to give my partner feelings
Better watch your bitch, got it, got your bitch, this is not your bitch
Yeah I got her in here ironing shit, in here lining shit
Yeah she fine as shit, in here fine as shit, in here high and shit
In here hidin’ shit like bitch that’s not my shit
Bitch you trifling, bitch you nosy, man the fine glass
Baby fine as shit, and I can’t try the bitch ’cause she be signing shit
At the door, I got plenty more, rock out any show
I was broke, mama was always home, daddy was selling dope
Got a ho, got another ho, hot yellow ho
In her mind, I get in her spine, got her grabbin’ roles

[Chorus]
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop



Amine – Squeeze



[Verse]
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I started it, them niggas borrow it
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex?
What should I be for Halloween?
I know, me, I’m the best

Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

Better Than Ezra – Extra Ordinary lyrics

I got a little bit of hope, like a soap on a rope
Sweeter than sour gettin’ thinner by the hour
Fallin’ fast and I’m runnin’ out of gas
Noggin’ on your sister smart as Bobby Fisher
Still I couldn’t get arrested
Though I got more hooks than Madonna got looks
Just like that ac/Dc song, “C’mon baby, shake me all night long”

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary baby

Somebody pushed me through the door
I’ve been sleepin’ on the floor
31 flavors listen to the neighbors through the wall
And a deputant ball
Use a lot on Visa got a Mona Lisa
So much for the late brand
‘Cause your money’s spent and it’s cold inside
Just like that Barenaked Ladies song “I’m hot like a sabbe when I’m next to your body”

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary baby

(Your love’s such a sweet thing
Your love’s such a sweet thing)

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary baby

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary

Jesse Malin – Mona Lisa lyrics

Steven’s selling Marijuana uptown to the primadonnas
Medicate the counterculture 9/11 baby boom
Paulie’s waiting to retire smoking like a forest fire
Putting on the lipstick and the panties in his mother’s room
Nothing to do
Nothing to lose

And if you work your life away
We’ll send you flowers every day
And you make your departure baby and get high

Hanging with the local talent
Drinking like your Shane Mcgowan
Going through your garbage try to turn into gold
Down on the dole
Selling your soul

And if you work your life away
They’ll put your picture on a frame
And you make your departure baby when you die

Bobbie joined the military
Jenny went and lost her cherry
Hanging at the commissary
Wants to see the Mona Lisa if they ever do release her
I don’t want to talk to soon
There’s nothing to lose
Swimming in booze
Selling your shoes
Nothing to lose

Mona Lisa eyes – Two Friends lyrics

Lyrics Two Friends – Mona Lisa eyes

You’ve blurred my vision
Can you take the keys and drive
Both drunk and daydreams
Let’s just speed through all these signs.(mona lisa eyes)

Can we be alone?
Turn the music low
Let the bullsh*t go
You can be so cold
Heaven only knows why I try.

You give me Mona Lisa eyes
Cuz I can’t take my love for you
Every time you start a fire
I can’t help but lose my cool
If you tell me that you’re mine
There’s nothing I won’t do
So won’t you come with me tonight
I wanna show you how you make me feel.

Burn all your bridges girl
You’re still ..
.. you’re full but I’ve been ..

Can we be alone?
Turn the music low
Let the bullsh*t go
You can be so cold
Versuri-lyrics.info
Heaven only knows why I try.

You give me Mona Lisa eyes
Cuz I can’t take my love for you
Every time you start a fire
I can’t help but lose my cool
If you tell me that you’re mine
There’s nothing I won’t do
So won’t you come with me tonight
I wanna show you how you make me feel.

You give me Mona Lisa eyes
Cuz I can’t take my love for you
So won’t you come with me tonight
I wanna show you how you make me feelll.
Two Friends lyrics
Video eyes

Egg beater – Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Peewee Longway – Egg beater

Uhhhhh c-note longway cassidy jay sucker
5 finger egg beater

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting three’s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

5 finger beater flipping dope with a spatula
1000-8grams getting them from the pastor
curry keys shooting 3s rose gold forges on a raptor crawling like a f*cking tarantula
dunking pounds of that draymond green
all these guts fill with maybulean
c-lo got me back to serving lean im no freshman on double Xl magazine
i go to the bay and get me fresh OG
im on packs of pharo with like 2 freaks
5 finger beater get a 10 a key
ya them balmains stuffed with them Benjamin’s
balmain boots look like they timberlands
sipping that act nd that tuss in that pingenan
my b*tch say my nut taste like some M&Ms
MrBlueBenjamin f*cked up my kidney system lets get it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

Ace-Loaded cashed out on Keshia
jugging panda bears in my new Kon Yezzeys
Told me bring back some shit make her pussy drip
Keep that WI-FI on me with a extra clip making big plays big flips
Got big drugs good base Blue print like Jay-Z im the man in the trunk with funnel Cake
5 finger beater cooking dope up at the dinner date
Water whipping the way a nigga wrist penetrate
Reversible clip on them AKs
Cameras in the rear of the coupe for the f*ck niggas
Arizona plug selling bags of the swag
Stand up in the motor pas the gas
b*tch put them bowls in a plastic bag
Send a box to my granny nd a box to my grand-daddy scrambled some eggs nd got right back it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beateeer seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beateeer whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisaaa.
Peewee Longway lyrics
Video beater

Bon Jovi – The Devil’s In The Temple (Live From The London Palladium/2016) (This House Is Not For Sale Album)

[Verse 1]
This was a church
A house full of prayer
It ain’t that now
I could tear it down
There’s thieves at the altar
A snake wears the crown
Handing you coal, swearing it’s gold

[Chorus]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn the river to blood
The savior’s come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

[Verse 2]
I’d turn things around
I would if I could
Crash through the gates
Break every chain
Jail for the jailers
Sing freedom’s song
Amazing grace
Burn down this place

[Chorus]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn the river to blood
The savior’s come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

[Bridge]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
The devil’s in the temple and he’s making a mess
Got the Mona Lisa, got his hands up her dress
The gun is in his hand but he ain’t gonna confess
He lies

[Chorus]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

Bon Jovi – The Devil’s In The Temple

This was a church
A house full of prayer
It ain’t that now
I could tear it down
There’s thieves at the altar
A snake wears the crown
Handing you coal
Swearing it’s gold
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
I’d turn things around
I would if I could
Crash through the gates
Break every chain
Jail for the jealous
Sing freedoms song
Amazing grace
Burn down this place
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
The devil’s in the temple and he’s making a mess
Got the Mona Lisa, got his hands up her dress
The gun is in his hand but he ain’t gonna confess
He lies
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

Dawn Richard – The Louvre lyrics

[Verse 1]
I stare at you like you’re a work of art
You should be on a wall instead of hanging in my heart
But I’m too greedy to share your wonderful parts
So, I’ll frame you with me in hope that’s enough

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art

[Verse 2]
You belong sitting in the Louvre
Next to Achilles and Mona Lisa too
But I’m too greedy to let others celebrate you
So, I’ll curate you just for me and hope that’s not rude

[Chorus 2]
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art, baby
Ooh, you’re a work of art

[Outro]
You belong sitting in the Louvre
But for now I’ll hang you in my room

Rich The Kid – Greedy (feat. Jeremih) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Let me pick and roll, say you want the play play
Want a fix huh? Slide in your playground
All she know is big business, all I know is gettin’ in it
I walk through some doors, just bought the coupe, no ceilings
Nah, I ain’t tryna just spend it, but fucked around and threw rain here
All I know is we runnin’, Forrest Gump into the money
Told her, "It’s bedtime" wrist on wristwatch
She said, "Daddy don’t stop" leave the band on my spot
Nope, they talkin’ in the street, some are chasin’ that Summer breeze
Face on a wall like Mona Lisa, clap that ass, don’t need no audience
So cold, leave the Summer [?], hope you ain’t on no teasin’ teasin’
So fine you ain’t gotta sneak her, kick a little then we get to sneakin’

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
She be callin’, she fiendin’, four in the mornin’, she need it
You a fool when you eat it, my flex on her for no reason
I’m in Paris, she freakin’, neck cold, wrist freezin’
Waterslide, she leakin’, straight to fuckin’, ain’t speakin’
From the bottom, got this shit out the street, I was hustlin’, made a mili a week
Overseas, on a jet for the cheese, fifteen hundred just for my jeans
All she know is big business, flexin’ up ’cause I’m winnin’
Copped the foreign a new Bentley, she wanna peel with that [?]
Why they hatin’, pull up Lamborghini, model bitches out the magazine
Lil’ foreign put on for the team, makin’ money, you can’t intervene
One hundred, I can never switch up, too foreign, got my trunk in the front
Bad bitch, give her dick and a blunt, too greedy, talkin’ ’bout what you want
Rich!

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

Fanny Lu – Tu No Eres Para Mi

Que me dice que me quiere
Que vivir sin mí no puede
Que lo agobian los momentos en que no estoy junto a él
Que siempre me había esperado
Que era a quien había soñado
La que su mamá quería pa` que fuera su mujer…

Que mis ojos son estrellas
Que mi risa es la más bella
Que todos mis atributos son perfectos para él
Que si fuera un retratista
Que si fuera un buen artista
Yo sería su Mona Lisa y hasta un tango de Gardel…
Y a él solo lo trago yo…

[Coro]
Quiero que tú sepas que tú no eres para mí
Que tú no eres para mí, siempre supe pero no hice caso…
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparecer por aquí
Con tus enredos y cuentos baratos.
Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que no yo soy para ti, siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracaso.

Que me promete la luna
Que yo soy como ninguna
Que parezco una doncella de esas que hay que proteger
Que sus vicios ha dejado
Que su suelo le ha aumentado
Que me promete la vida que yo siento merecer
Y hoy solo lo trago yo…
Quiero que tú sepas que tú no eres para mí
Que tú no eres para mí, siempre supe pero no hice caso…
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparecer por aquí

Con tus enredos y cuentos baratos.
Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que no yo soy para ti, siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracaso.
Y yo que tanto me decía que no me convenías
Que eras mi destrucción
Y siempre yo tratando de dejarte
Tu día ya llego
Tu día ya llego

Con tus enredos y cuentos baratos.
Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que no yo soy para ti, siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracaso.
Y yo que tanto me decía que no me convenías
Que eras mi destrucción
Y siempre yo tratando de dejarte
Tu día ya llego
Tu día ya llego

Dårlig Vane – 2 Blå

[Vers 1]
Eg e med laget mitt på banen
Ikkje heme, eg e borte
Helt om dagen, helt om natten
Carpe diem, carpe noctem
Lenar meg tilbake
Vifter de greiene bort
Tjommien puttar inn arbeid
Amadou tjener no’ sort
Og eg waver på den greien
Hun er [?]
Kallar meg for papi
Hon e fokusert på no’ [?] sex
[?] [?] [?]
Låsar det opp før eg stengar det ned
Tar denne kronen og kjørar han opp
[?][?][?]
Mæd fighter som en tater
Røyker fredpipe som en indianer
Hotboxer og dansar rundt en totempæle som Hiawatha
[?] glisar bredt som Mona Lisa
To fingre oppi været
Mens eg beefar

[Hook]
To blå lappar for no’ to grå kjappe
To blå lappar for no’ to grå kjappe
To blå lappar for no’ to grå kjappe
Skamrøde øyne
Løpar siste etappe
[Vers 2]
Eyh Eyh Eyh
Ikkje gidd å få meg pissed
Kjøpar to av to av to av to
Mann, eg hellar ned på no’
Eg ser blålys
Eg har ting som eg må gjømme
Kjør meg opp på den fargen
Kjør meg opp på den fargen
Det boblar neddi magen
Yo, det boblar neddi magen
Løpar siste etappen
To blå for to kjappe

[Vers 3]
Eg har shit oppi sekken, full av mystikk

To telefoner: ene for mine syndar
Andre for noen kroner
Som er ‘vekke på sekundar
Ruller en til, ja visst
Eg har mer enn mer
Tøsene higer pikk

[Hook]

[Vers 4-Angelo Reira]
[?][?] men eg klarer ikke slutte
Gutta er for slemme
De tryner av å se oss dabbe

[Hook]

[Outro]
Kontanter, fargerike plantar
Eg ser fargar i alle kantar
Fuckar med no’, eg på noe mantrar
Lucy oppi skyene med nokke diamantar

French Montana – Check Come (MC4 Album) letras

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Verse 1]
Niggas chop, pop, (?), ain’t y’all worried bout it?
No baby mama’s, just kiss her, she ain’t gotta worry bout it
Good mornin’s apologies, she heard about it
Cat right there ain’t hard to feed ain’t scurred about it
Sittin’ right next to that dank of G’s
Try to iron all the shit out to like 20 creases
Me and my niggas go way back, got a million secrets
These days can’t go to sleep, get caught sleepin’

[Bridge]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho

[Verse 2]
Got two bitches, 100 grand a piece
Slick Rick James, Mona Lisa
Once I cop the check she ain’t gotta lease it
I be thinkin’ bout my son like I gotta teach him
Man I fell in love for her mama rose
Once the check came I bought another road
Shit gotta paid, ah
Rent can’t be late, ah
You still my ho

[Bridge]
Once the check come I’m through with that ho
She’s still my ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that
Through with that
I’m through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I’m sippin’ lean just walkin’ by
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

Pitbull – All The Girls Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull & *Cris Cab*]
*Girls*
It’s Mister W.W
Putting it down with Cris Cab
[?] talk to ’em

[Verse 1: Cris Cab]
There’s something about Tina
She turns up my game
One day I dream of
She’s my Mona Lisa
Carry on, crackling
Take my moves away
There’s one night she’s round up
Coffee every day
[Bridge 1: Cris Cab]
I can see her by my side
She’s got everything I like
When she says my name
She always sparks the flame
There’s just something in my eyes
Like The stars were lit alive
All around the world
I can hear her

[Hook: Cris Cab]
All the girls
[?]
You’re so beautiful
[?]
I love these girls

[Bridge 2: Cris Cab]
Girls
(oooh ooh ooh)
(oooh ooh ooh)
(oooh ooh ooh)
(oooh ooh ooh)
I love them girls
(oooh ooh ooh)
(oooh ooh ooh)
(oooh ooh ooh)
(oooh ooh ooh)

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
She got that supercalifragilistic bootylicous
Could it be Trulie, or could it be Julie
Could it be Lula or could it be Sullie
It really doesn’t matter ’cause their all yours truly
Girls, Girls, everywhere, [?] man
I love them Girls, Girls, everywhere
The ones that keep with heel game, hairs and nails
Nice to meet ya, como va la cosa
[?]
[?]
I’m looking for a gift, come open
I see her breaking dance, looking for a mans
She looking for a good time
She looking for some action
Baby act right
And I can change your life in one night
Just Imagine

[Hook + Bridge 2]

[Bridge 1: Cris Cab]
She’s got everything I like
When she says my name
She always sparks the flame
There’s just something in my eyes
Like The stars were lit alive
All around the world
I can hear her

[Hook + Bridge 2]