Nostalgia Is Ruining One of Fashion’s Greatest Moments

“Enough!” Taylor Armstrong snaps at the infamous dinner party from hell in the first season of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. That’s how many are feeling these days about Jennifer Lopez‘s green Versace dress, which is running a prolonged, borderline exhausting victory lap in celebration of its 20-year anniversary.

“I’m so tired of JLo and that rainforest cafe dress,” one tweet read last week to the tune of nearly 100K ‘likes.’ A Change.org petition, “Stop Jennifer Lopez and that Green Dress,” has received thousands of signatures and went viral when shared on Twitter. “We are tired and her terrorism needs to stop,” the description reads.

J Lo’s green dress whenever she has an event to attend https://t.co/o54O5gzKIQ — Ira Madison III (@Ira Madison III)1600729856.0

Few dresses have permeated the zeitgeist like the plunge-front tropical green floral chiffon gown that Lopez wore in attendance at the 2000 Grammy Awards. Famously, it helped invent Google Image Search. “At the time, it was the most popular search query we had ever seen,” former Google CEO and executive chairman Eric Schmidt wrote in 2015. “But we had no surefire way of getting users exactly what they wanted: J.­Lo wearing that dress. Google Image Search was born.”

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The dress was not new — having debuted on Versace’s SS00 runway then been worn by Donatella herself to the Met Gala in December 1999, followed by Geri Halliwell at France’s NRJ Music Awards — but Lopez’s rising star energized it into ubiquity. “I thought it was gonna really change the game as far as for her and fashion,” Lopez’s boyfriend at the time, Diddy, recounted when looking back at the dress in a 2017 interview. He was, of course, right. If the dress’s legend has been tarnished over the last few months, don’t blame The Block’s preeminent Jenny!


“I think the brand is the only one to blame here,” says José Criales-Unzueta, a fashion and culture commentator (and must-follow on Instagram). “I find it interesting — and a bit sad — that the incessant marketing push from Versace to continue to cash economically and culturally from this dress managed to reshape its legacy from an iconic fashion and pop culture moment to an internet meme and inside joke.” This speaks to how the industry is struggling at large. “It’s really telling of how desperate brands currently are to create these impactful and viral moments to gain some positive brand rep or even sales. In the end, only Versace can be to blame for diluting the wonderful moment that was once this dress into nothing more than a marketing stunt. The even sadder part is that I think most of us understand why they did it, it really was an obvious strategy, I just really wish they would have left it alone.”

But leave it alone they will not. It all began again last September. “J.Lo shuts down fashion week in iconic green dress” read headlines after Lopez closed out Versace’s Spring 2020 show wearing a modified version of the dress. Versace even went as far as to use the print throughout multiple looks in the collection and to focus their campaign around the print.

“We aren’t worthy!!” cooed Cosmopolitan after the modified dress returned three months later during Lopez’s appearance on Saturday Night Live. A month later, in January, the performer was talking about it, the original dress, once again in a Vanity Fair profile: “The first time I wore it, I actually didn’t have another dress. Usually I have choices. It was a last-minute thing that caused a sensation that was unexpected.” This was confirmed by stylist Andrea Lieberman in an Instagram caption from September 2019: “I was driving down 5th Ave and saw that green dress in the window after a few calls later that night it was in my hands on the way to a fitting in LA,” she recalled.

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Let’s record scratch, freeze frame there. Because I think it’s in that detail that the crux of our story lies. This synergistic moment of fashion dovetailing with pop culture was not orchestrated by Versace, but rather through serendipity. Unlike, say, the 2015 or 2019 Met Galas, where Lopez showed up in Versace in partnership between star and house, the 2000 Grammy dress was fate. Had Lieberman not looked out the window at that very moment during a routine drive down 5th Avenue, the dress Lopez would have worn might have been as unmemorable as her Hustlers red carpets.

So what sparked this year’s third resurgence of the viral dress? A tweet, of course. “Throwback to this unforgettable catwalk one year ago!” Lopez tweeted on September 20, along with a video of her runway walk. Folks were pressed. But what many fail to realize (outside of the fact that she hadn’t publicly mentioned the dress in eight months and the last time she had, in the VF profile, was because she was asked) is that this moment in time is less about the dress, and more about Lopez’s ascension into a higher stratosphere of fame.

“It’s important to note that this is a Latina reaching all of this success,” Criales-Unzueta says. “Latinx women in the film and music industries have always been pigeonholed in the same categories of sexy, sultry, and passionate, always receiving the same roles and being styled the same way. But somehow J.Lo was leading romantic comedies and was simultaneously on top of the music charts and people were looking at her because she was the woman to talk about.” Criales-Unzueta effectively argues that the dress itself does not deserve the legacy, but the wearer does. “In the end, it’s really just ‘a piece of fabric.’ This moment would not have come to be if it weren’t because it happened at this specific turning point in her career. This has always been about her and never about the dress.”

So what to do? Leave it alone. Maybe 30 years from now, when Lopez starts collecting her lifetime achievement awards, we can revisit the moment and smirk. “Ah, yes, that was history,” we’ll say in the same breath that we celebrate her 1998 Golden Globes dress. But until then, let’s all agree to sunset the green Versace dress’s omnipresence — or at least cut the discourse, deadass.

We began with a Real Housewives of Beverly Hills quote, so why not go out on one? As the great friend-of Sutton Stracke once said: “You’ve had your fun, now let the mouse go.”

Welcome to “Wear Me Out,” a column by pop culture fiend Evan Ross Katz that takes a look at the week in celebrity dressing. From award shows and movie premieres to grocery store runs, he’ll keep you up to date on what your favorite celebs have recently worn to the biggest and most inconsequential events.

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Killah Priest – Want Peace Lyrics

V.I.C.T.O.R.I.O.U.S
Priesthood

(Hook) Victorious 2x
I really like peace, but niggas only understand war
So I’ma give ’em what they lookin’ for
Either I, or, you got guns, man, but we got more

[Victorious]
Peep the bloodline, you dig I’m royal
A hundred women for the roster, best believe they loyal
No, spoil you outta all your chicks admit it
Y’all know vedic, spit it, but won’t admit it
Shit it, cock sucka anybody can get it
Uh, bucky eye, black six she rollin’, I put five in
You and that bitch you hoin’
Put the pound in your anal dukes, split you cold
Cuz ain’t a damn thang gon’ stop my team
All hail when I pop my thang, black-on-black 16’s
Shit’s mean, hit’s king, pop, dome on the block, known
Wrist gleam, Glock, chrome on a hot phone
Crist clean like out ya ass, you heard?
Bitch nigga but I’m for the cash
Out for the longevity baby, out to last
Out for the luxury livin’ playa
Out to mass, out for the young
Black entrepreneurin’, ask ya aunt if I’m ballin’
I thug it out dick and I’m out for the warnin’
First draft pick, off the bench and I’m scorin’
We gettin’ big money now for them chicks who shit it
Pretty thug nigga wit chips, official wit it
Thug-thug G nigga, admit you did it
Cuz I’m comin’ for the throne, my gun rinse who in it
You gon’ be mad when I’m in a CL Benz Coupe tinted
And I don’t smoke weed, don’t need to be high to be a gangsta
I’m authentic, winter gel two to vibe for my anger
Your girl outta pocket, lookin’ in the eyes of a stranger
You whylin’, ridin’ for danger, headed for trouble
Plottin’ you blame her? Might of saw me
Pottin’ wit bangaz, Riker’s Isle you heard niggas, C-74
9-5 still live up in Beverly morgue
Beverly Hills, glocked wit the heavenly steel
You betta be real, clock infrared at ya grill
A hundred G’s none playa? We headed for mills
Millions for the children
Rebuildin’, mirrors speakers on the ceilin’
You tweakin’ up the feelin’
Brown skin, chinky eye, got ’em leakin’ off the drillin’
Uh, yeah, leakin’ off the drillin’

[Interlude] Victorious
I don’t really wanna hurt nobody
It’s to easy for me to hurt somebody
It’s too easy for me

(Hook) Victorious 2x

[Killah Priest]
I understand how to handle these niggas
Or put a hand on these niggas
Or their dawgs, or their family members
But what I do is call a meetin’ wit their head of their teamin’
Ask ’em clearly, what’s the beefin’?
What is their meanin’?
My faculty heard some shit that got back to me
We tryna keep it Godly, please no more bodies
Poppin’ up out the rivers, courtesy of my niggas
And they don’t like movin’ abruptly
They quick to buss B
Y’all niggas touch me, we throwin’ cocktails
Hot curls, cartels, OG’s secret Roswell
Niggas mad cuz we walk wit Jesus like Kanye
And we talk like Yahweh Ben Yahweh wit an AK
And the gauge at ya rib cage
Come at as wit ya gentiles style and ways
I’m the nigga they hated like King David
I write psalms then I grab arms, the bravest!

[Interlude] Victorious

(Hook) Victorious 2x

Elujay – Flagrant Lyrics (feat. Ymtk)

[Verse 1: Elujay]
She was scrolling through the contacts
3 AM, we was thinking we resolved that
Baby dipped and I never got a call back
We was in it to win it, to win each other’s heart back
Coretta, she a queen to a king
Got it down to a T with a D
Baby touch down with a bottle of the Henny
Pushing lines, better take it with the ease
I was always right about the wrong
Reminiscing while I hit the bong
You was never f**king with the moms
Now I’m ‘bout to put her in a song
I’ma sip a fifth for the pain
Swerve lanes like I whipped in the rain
Drop game, nigga stay with the flames
I really think you got what it takes

[Hook: Elujay & YMTK]
You that nug, you that nug
You that bug in my blunt
We stay high, we stay high
We just weather the storm
And she say (hi)
And we stay (high)
Ain’t with that foul shit but you’re flagrant
You got that smile to match your fragrance
Ain’t what you need but yeah you want it
I swear it’s on until the morning, yeah

[Verse 2: YMTK]
Taking off from the free throw
I just landed in Heathrow
High, first class a seat throw
Before I even bought mom a dream home
Damn, that’s f**ked up
I’m sorry mama, I’m just tryna get my buzz up
But I need somebody to help me
And grind like this to be wealthy
I need a teammate slash dream date
Cool whip is where cream stay
That bling stay on the bottom grip
She said I want you, she thought I will
Got it popping while I was popping pills
My mama shopping in Beverly Hills

[Hook: Elujay & YMTK]
You that nug, you that nug
You that nug in my blunt
We stay high, we stay high
We just weather the storm
And she say (hi)
And we stay (high)
Ain’t with that foul shit but you’re flagrant
You got that smile to match your fragrance
Ain’t what you need but yeah you want it
I swear it’s on until the morning, yeah

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

Play this song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kodak Black – Laudy Lyrics

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

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

Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Frat rules – Asap Mob feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – Frat rules

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming.(frat rules)

All the h**s that you call are not coming
She know if she not f*cking, she truckin’
All of the bitches I f*ck are not common
Guaranteed if I f*ck her she cumming
If I’m in the room please don’t come in
I beat the pus*y like it need production
All she want from me is reproduction
Gotta ask “Why’d she leave her husband?”
Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing
Talkin’ ’bout “it’s gon’ be repercussions!”
I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up
Got like three concussions
Do you know what you in for?
They copy copy like 10-4
Keep the money ’cause I been poor
All your jewelry like tin foil
Please don’t tell your friends where we shopping at,
I swear this s**t gon’ turn into an in-store (straight up)
f*ck you need another man for, talking to her like a mentor
Talking to her like a nigga Yoda and she say “I love you”
I’m like “hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up” Hit her, hit her with the
Back up, back up, coldest shoulder.

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming.

Now every time we in this b***h, you acting like you owe me favors
Acting like you with the shits, but fronting on the homies later
Look, I could tell you’re under pressure
Baby time to ease up versuri-lyrics.info
Young and living single, like your room was Khadijah’s
My apologies, why I gotta be misogynistic every time we kick it
Every time I visit something’s different and every time I leave you know you miss it
Don’t be crying on my shoulder every time I’m coming over
Talking ’bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill
When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin
S*x game had her going crazy, now I gotta ask, calling all the time
And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom’
Driving down my street like it’s the Autobahn
Getting loud, setting off the car alarms
Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill
Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild
Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills.

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not cominggg.(frat rules)
Asap Mob lyrics
Video rules

Prince – Let’s Go Crazy

[Spoken Intro]
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called "life"

Electric word, life
It means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to tell you
There’s something else
The afterworld

A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one, Dr. Everything’ll-Be-Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby

Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You’re on your own

And if de-elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy (Punch a higher floor! )

Woo!

[Verse 1]
If you don’t like
The world you’re living in
Take a look around
At least you got friends

You see I called my old lady
For a friendly word
She picked up the phone
Dropped it on the floor
(Ah-s ah-s) is all I heard

[Pre-Chorus]
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down?
Oh, no lets go!

[Chorus]
Let’s go crazy
Let’s get nuts
Let’s look for the purple banana
Until they put us in the truck, let’s go!

[Verse 2]
We’re all excited
But we don’t know why
Maybe it’s cause
We’re all gonna die

And when we do (When we do)
What’s it all for (What’s it all for)
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down?
Oh, no let’s go!

[Chorus]
Let’s go crazy
Let’s get nuts
Look for the purple banana
Until they put us in the truck, let’s go!

[Ad lib / Instrumental break]
C’mon baby
Let’s get nuts!
Yeah
(Crazy)

Let’s go crazy!

[Pre-Chorus]
Are we gonna let the elevator bring us down?
Oh, no let’s go!
Go (Go crazy)

[Bridge]
I said let’s go crazy (go crazy)
Let’s go (Let’s go! )
Go (Let’s go! )

[Verse 3]
Dr. Everything’ll-Be-Alright
Will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and daffodils will kill
Hang tough children

He’s comin’
He’s comin’
Comin’

[Guitar solo]

[Outro]
Take me away!

Quentin Miller – Surreal (Falco Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah whoa
It’s Falco man
Yeah, yeah whoaaa
Yeah, ayy

[Pre-hook]
Really don’t make no sense
Really don’t make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
How did I get this lit?
How did shit get like this?
I just might switch my bitch

[Hook]
Ayy, next style I might switch back
Might just feel like that
Better go, get it right back
Let it go, get it right back
Blow it then get it right back
Blow it up get it right back

[Refrain]
You know what the fuck going on
You know how the fuck we gone come
Don’t stop till we get that money long

[Verse 1]
Rap music paying my bills
Got me in Beverly Hills
I’m having various pills
You should come Netflix and chill
I’m really a legend forreal, forreal, forreal
Might get rich then switch (whoa)
Hit the mall, Nike my bitch (whoa)
Then we gone pipe this bitch like (whoa)
Then we gone pipe this bitch up (whoa)

[Pre-hook]
Really don’t make no sense
Really don’t make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
How did I get this lit?
How did shit get like this?
I just might switch my bitch

[Hook]
Ayy, next style I might switch back
Might just feel like that
Better go, get it right back
Let it go, get it right back
Blow it then get it right back
Blow it up get it right back

[Verse 2]
Hold up, hold up, hey!
They ain’t want me to fly but it’s too late
Yeah, [?] Falco outer space
Contraband all up in my suitcase
Yeah, it’s okay they gone hate
If they didn’t I would feel a way
Let ’em say what they gone say
People gone talk that’s fine yeah
Go ahead speak your mind yeah
I’ma just keep on mine yeah
I’ma stay on my grind yeah
I’ma stay on my grind yeah

[Pre-hook]
Really don’t make no sense
Really don’t make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
Shit don’t even make no sense
How did I get this lit?
How did shit get like this?
I just might switch my bitch

[Hook]
Ayy, next style I might switch back
Might just feel like that
Better go, get it right back
Let it go, get it right back
Blow it then get it right back
Blow it up get it right back

[Refrain]
You know what the fuck going on
You know how the fuck we gone come
Don’t stop till we get that money long

Justin Bieber – Long Way Home (Flowers And Plantes Album)

[Verse 1]
Callin’ up in a war
You gotta play with ’em oh
I caught a couple of ho’s
Now I done rockin’ ’em all
Time to just play with the ho
Now I’m done playin’ a ho
Said we’re done like woah
Thank dancing for you woah
Got a couple of penis like wooah
Like I’m playin’, she just wanna dough
I got couple Benzes and you
Tell man a friend, like they know
I got a couple nances and ah-oh
Like woah

[Hook]
Oh, I just want to know if you got it
Every time, I wanna try, I know it’s not the best time
I just want to know if you here
And every time I’m with you, girl I wanna kiss you
Have a feelin’ in it like there
And I just wanna roll round, never wanna go down, wanna go down
Every time we do it like slow now

[Verse 2]
I, I, just wanna get yourself a walkthrough
Tell em’ what I’m into, and I want you
I just want that feeling like a horseshoe
[?] like a horseshoe
No, no, no I want you
Ohh then I’m gonna feed you
Poo Bear in a corner, know you sleepin’
I just said [?] you leading
You lil wetting like you bleedin’
I just think nigga’s wanna schemin’
Every time you don’t wanna hold down
Beverly Hills, you wanna go down
Never wanna leave you
Oohh, never gonna leave you

[Hook]
Oh, I just want to know if you got it
Every time, I wanna try, I know it’s not the best time
I just want to know if you here
And every time I’m with you, girl I wanna kiss you
Have a feelin’ in it like there
And I just wanna roll round, never wanna go down, wanna go down
Every time we do it like slow now

[Outro]
[?]
Feeling for a low down
Feelin’ like oh now

Oh now, I don’t mind
I need you
Oh now, I don’t mind
I need you
Oh now, I don’t mind
I need you

[Not always: Verse 1 again]

Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On The Late Late Show) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nicki Minaj – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2]
TBA

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

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

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

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

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

NICKI MINAJ – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weezer – Beverly Hills

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DJ Khaled – I Got The Keys lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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