Major Lazer – Wind Up lyrics

(feat. Chippy Nonstop, Elephant Man & Opal Josephs)

[Intro]
Major Lazer is blasting
Major Lazer is blasting
Major Lazer is blasting
Maj- maj- maj- maj-
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer
Major Lazer, Major Lazer

Major Lazer! Major Lazer!

City gyal dem

[Hook: Elephant Man & Opal]
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun pun pun
Where it’s at?
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun pun pun
Where it’s at?
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun pun pun

City gyal dem

Where it’s at?

[Hook: Elephant Man & Opal]
Where it’s at?
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun
Where it’s at?
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up

[Inaudible]

[Bridge: Chippy Nonstop]
Grab it like a handle bar
Beat it like the CPR
Rewind it like a VCR
Bounce it like a space bar
Grab it like a handle bar
Beat it like the CPR
Rewind it like a VCR (Major Lazer!)
Bounce it like a space bar (Major Lazer!)

City gyal dem

[Hook: Elephant Man & Opal]
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun pun pun
Where it’s at?
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Every gyal fine, that man go wind up on
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up on pun
Boy I remember you said you make me wind up

You make me wind up
You make me wind up
You make me wind up
You make me wind up
You make me wind up
You make me wind up
You make me wind up
You make me wind up
Wind up, wind up…Wind up, wind up, wind up…
Wind up, wind up…Wind up, wind up, wind up…
Wind, wind, wind…Wind, wind, wind…

City gyal them

WALK THE MOON – Headphones lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can take a beating like a good pair of headphones
I can take a hit like Karate Kid
You know, you can learn a lot from a good pair of headphones
Like how to take a beating
I know I did

[Chorus]
It’s just another chain reaction
When you make the big mistake
Suffer all the satisfaction
Of feeling this way

[Verse 2]
A pretty picture of a better man taking you out
Holding your hand at your favorite band
He says, “You’re so fucking cute when you’re rockin it out”
And you laugh till you’re out, out of breath, CPR, mouth to mouth

[Chorus]
It’s just another chain reaction
When you make the big mistake
Suffer all the satisfaction
Of learning something

[Dialogue]
(I’m so glad we can still be friends)

[Verse 3]
I can take a beating like a good pair of headphones
And I can stand the test of time like Harrison Ford
So go ahead, rough me up like a good pair of headphones
I wanna open my heart but you won’t open the door

Why, why
Why i gotta feel this way?

Kash Doll – Law Lyrics

[Hook]
Don’t fuck nothing that never fucked your bitch
No basic ass bitches in your clique
That silver Chanel grain cast skin
Never trust a lame ass has been
Don’t fuck nothing that never fucked your bitch
No basic ass bitches in your clique
That silver Chanel grain cast skin
Never trust a lame ass has been

[Verse 1]
Keep it one hundred with your crew, don’t never shit on your day ones
Keep that pussy right and tight, don’t have no baby by no bluff
Stay flexing on these bitches in the suburbs or the slums
Cause I slay everyday, and I do this shit for fun
Don’t let him drive you crazy if that motherfucker walking
And you know that he ain’t got it if he doing too much talking
A broke bitch will always try to play you like you tripping
If she ain’t eating how you eating then that ain’t no competition

[Hook]
Don’t fuck nothing that never fucked your bitch
No basic ass bitches in your clique
That silver Chanel grain cast skin
Never trust a lame ass has been
Don’t fuck nothing that never fucked your bitch
No basic ass bitches in your clique
That silver Chanel grain cast skin
Never trust a lame ass has been

[Verse 2]
Never be afraid to get your own and be your boss
You will never be successful if you never took a loss
Any bitch that ever hated on you, know you got that sauce
Say you on your healthy shit, you got a salad saving sauce
And I ain’t met another chick yet, that can top me
I flex on these bitches time after time, Cyndi Lauper
A nigga gotta keep me in exclusives I’m a shopper
And if I can’t have it my way I’ma spazz and re-rob her
I pull up in a Mazzi just to drop off a deposit
Money ain’t everything to a nigga who ain’t got it
Cut it, bag it, stuff it, ship it, break it down and lock it
By any means if I want it, then daddy he better cop it
The people fucking with me, you can tell I got them bars
I mean, you see these fucking diamonds you can tell that I’m a star
Got triple zeros interlocked, is the emblem on my car
I kill these bitches then give ‘em they life, CPR

[Hook]
Don’t fuck nothing that never fucked your bitch
No basic ass bitches in your clique
That silver Chanel grain cast skin
Never trust a lame ass has been
Don’t fuck nothing that never fucked your bitch
No basic ass bitches in your clique
That silver Chanel grain cast skin
Never trust a lame ass has been

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott)

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 1: Offset]
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin’
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
Wherever I go the whole gang gon’ go, yeah (gang)
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Niggas ain’t goin’ defeated, we get the guns immediate
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy
These niggas is broke and it’s pitiful

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some’
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
You broke ass rappers food, it’s a po boy (21)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Bitch boy I’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Jamaican Don Dada, hang ’round the shottas
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
You a fuckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (bitch)
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
Jumping out the public houses, don’t you come outside
(Straight up)
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin’?)
Goin’ way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin’)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Bloody ass is what I’m seeing, it’s way too graphic
Watch your fingers ’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
Broke, you ain’t us, we don’t speak that language
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)
Nike boys, we don’t do three stripes (yeah)
I’m living for my niggas that do life, yeah

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

Taylor Bennett – Roof Gone

[Intro]
Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, roof gone, roof gone

[Verse 1]
Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, roof gone, roof gone
She star gazing from afar
I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song
No more fucking in the car
We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR
Call your boy when you needed some CPR
Whole day hotboxing inside your car
Just to wake up and see you gazing at stars

[Hook]
Roof gone, roof gone, roof gone
She star gazing from afar
I can tell that she got her a new song
No more fucking in the car
We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR
Cough, pour, repeat till we lost him, no CPR
Whole day hotboxing inside my car
Just to wake up and see you gazing at stars
Just to wake up in the morning with the roof gone
I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song
We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR
Call your boy when you needed some CPR
Whole day hotboxing inside my car
Just to wake up and see you gazing at stars

[Verse 2]
Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, troops home
Pussy was so lukewarm, have a nigga too sore
2am, make a nigga do some
You ain’t have to do none
Take me to the crib like a newborn
My new son, baby shine brighter than a limelight
My type, what would you do?
What would you do for a Klondike?
A sweet bite
Baby, I’m tripping like we don’t got time to move feet right
Two rights, make it a wrong like a wrong and a right could do some
We fight, like it was love in the city but we call them street fights
Sweet sights
Loving for you was a love and a loss in the meantime
Meantime
We take a ride to the park in the dark in the steam ride
Heat rise, she got a song on her phone from a new guy
Ooh, I
Knew I
Shouldn’t get high
(Too high)

[Hook]
Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, roof gone, roof gone
I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song
No more fucking in the car
We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR
Call your boy when you need you some CPR
Whole day hotboxing inside your car
Just to wake up to see you gazing at stars
Just to wake up in the morning with the roof gone
I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song
We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR
Call your boy when you needed some CPR
Whole day hotboxing inside my car
Just to wake up to see you gazing at stars

[Outro]
I heard you got a new, new
I heard you got a new song
With the roof, it’s the roof, when the roof’s gone
When you’re too, too
When you’re too high
Too, when you’re too, when you’re too high
Too, when you’re too high