Stefflon Don – Hurtin’ Me (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Popcaan, Sean Paul & Sizzla)

[Intro: Sizzla, Sean Paul & Popcaan]
Let’s kill them like fly
Yo hear that boy die
Just tell them goodbye
And let the whole ah dem ah cry, ay, ayy
*Rymez! he he he*
Stefflon Don (Woii yoii)
Rewind the program
Sean-A-P to di Don
Bang, bidi bang

[Verse 1: Sean Paul]
Baby girl, man a real Don Dada
Real top gunner
Weh yuh expect from a real yard runner
We nuh play dolly house, gyal a fall for the yammer
Listen when mi talk, when mi talk, mi nuh stammer
From mi touch inna di summer, mi nuh even memba
Get yuh number, girl till November
Book ya friend Brenda, give her di bender
I’m da love sender
No contender
Give her di ting, weh hot like fire
Make she know I’m da king, she cyaan remember
When lives are getting touch, she turn and twist
When lives are getting so hot like furnace

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don, Sean Paul]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh
(Du-Dutty yeah)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don, Sean Paul]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh
(Du-Dutty yeah)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don, Popcaan]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me (Hahaha)
I heard you got a new girlfriend (I do)
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Boss)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Verse 2: Popcaan]
(Yeah)
I know you grief the day I leave
I know you really need me next to you, girl
Mi a tell mi love you and you don’t believe me
You say you don’t believe in destiny
So why you whine wi mi for?
Why you want talk to me for?
And he guh move too fast
Now yuh burn up the speed ah mee girl

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Verse 3: Popcaan, Stefflon Don]
(Yeah)
Since lately you been actin’ crazy
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
Mi say I love how yuh pass every minute
Your friend dem ah tell you when I ever winnin’
Dem ting nuh mi cyaan bother wid
Gyal we scream and we argue, we fight every minute

[Outro: Sizzla & (Stefflon Don)]
Let’s kill them like fly (Uhhh)
Yo hear that boy die
Just tell them goodbye
And let the whole ah dem ah cry, ay, ayy (Boop boop boop boop)
Let’s kill them like fly
Yo hear that boy die (Boop boop boop boop)
Just tell them goodbye
And let the whole ah dem ah cry, ay, ayy

Stefflon Don – Ding-A-Ling lyrics

(feat. Skepta)

[Chorus]
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
So this likkle brudda wanna be the man
Sliding in my DM’s on Instagram
I don’t know if he know who the fuck I am
But somebody best tell him who the fuck I am
She’s Stefflon Don, 5’5″
Big tits, brown eyes
See them dick pics? She ain’t really ’bout that life
She’ll gun buck your mum then slap your wife
Oh, I got bruddas waiting at the door
Couple more bruddas down the road on the floor
Oh, pussy getting double encores
This pussy ain’t never been on tour
Still pussy get wetter than a seashore
Diced pineapples make him wanna eat more
Fuckin’ up some commas in pyjamas if a bredda bring the drama, I’ma bring the llama, do it like Obama

[Chorus]
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Yeah
Me and my girl in matching hoodies, that’s autumn winter
She don’t wanna build and link up
Nah, she’s is not inna that mix up
Them artist could not draw this picture
Sex so good, I forgot to eat
Sex so good, I forgot to sleep
This is my princess, this ain’t a bitch
Your ting needs to put on the leash
Don’t put me in that competition
Man, like me, I’m in pole position
Walked in a dance like spot, the difference
Gold chain looking like a pot to piss in
We nearly went separate ways
But I made a grown decision
We let bygones be bygones
We do not go to vision

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Ding-a-ling
(Nuff man wan’ me fi ride me ‘pon the ting)
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
(Two side, mek batty jaw just swing)
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
(‘Cause you ain’t the bitch, you da Don Dada)
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
(Dressed in all black like a bank robber)
I want you to play with my

[Refrain: Stefflon Don]
Nuff man wan’ me fi ride me ‘pon the ting
Nuff man wan’ me fi ride me ‘pon the ting
Two side, mek batty jaw just swing
Two side, mek batty jaw just swing
‘Cause you ain’t the bitch, you da Don Dada
Tell a dutty gyal seh she can’t tame me
‘Cause you ain’t the bitch, you da Don Dada
Big ’45 mi seh no safety

[Interlude: Stefflon Don]
Play, play, play, pl-pl-play
I want you to play with my
Play, play, tell a dutty gyal seh she can’t tame me, pl-pl-play
Big ’45 mi seh no safety

[Chorus]
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

[Outro]
Play, play, play, pl-pl-play
I want you to play with my
Play, play, tell a dutty gyal seh she can’t tame me, pl-pl-play
Big ’45 mi seh no safety

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Show Me Your Love Lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
I like that song
You talkin’ ’bout, um
[?], right
No, you don’t understand me
I just don’t want you to leave me

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me)
That got love for a thug (love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah
I’ma run this money up with you
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do
I’ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Verse 1]
They can’t see up in my tension
Why you all up in my business?
I can show you how to get it
Just show me your intention
Like a [?] of drugs, I flip it
Just tell me where to ship it
Feelin’ like [?] packs comin’ through the mail
I done made a whole lot of benjis
Heard ’em say that they ain’t feelin’ me, nigga
Wanna beef and I’ma go and [?] at them niggas
Bet you knowin’ that I live like fuck them niggas
Don Dada, it ain’t shit for to touch them niggas
Got a show for a check, gotta rush to get it
Northside in the slums, I be thuggin’ lil’ nigga
YoungBoy fucked up, I don’t trust these niggas
Fuck them, me and you we could go and get it
Covered up in Gucci ‘fore we hit the block hold on, cut on my song
When I pass through the north, let the window down
Out the door, cuttin’ up, show ’em how I’m strong
I already know I wanna fuck when we pass by time and we make it home
If you already know I don’t play around
You could take your clothes off and turn around

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah (ooh)
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win (ooh)
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (let me see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (feel your love)
You show me, girl (yeah)
That got love for a thug (got love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (yeah)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah
I’ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too (I am)
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do
I’ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Verse 2]
Slow down, yeah (slow down)
Bitch, you better not panic when it go down (when it go down)
Had to tell my mama I’m ten toes down (forever)
But you know I keep a gun every time that I road run
Bet you already knowin’ how I come, I don’t stand down
And you know I’ma die if them niggas play ’round
Hide from the cameras, I ain’t goin’ outside
In my face girl, you better not tell no lies
I’ma leave like I’m wrong even though I’m right, yeah
Money comin’ fast and slow (and slow)
Pass by time, we go (we go)
Well, you never know (oh)

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah (skrrt)
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win (nothin’ but win, yeah)
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (let me see it)
Let me feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me, girl)
That got love for a thug
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah (ah)
I’ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too (I am)
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do (yeah)
I’ma show you all what a brick do (a brick do)
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

Section Boyz – Lock Arff (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know about lock arff?
Ayo likkle man
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Rifle a pop arff
‘Nough gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for the cyar
Bro got the sweets for the star
Man a rise and pop arff
Man’s champy get buss arff
That’s a shutdown lock arff
Man’s side road block arff
Man’ll knock your block arff
Bro took that top arff
There ain’t no time for no stop arffs
Mad brassiere get pop arff
Man a rise and pop arff
Fuck what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni’s coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
No rave tryna make papers
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes
But I see them haters hating
And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do road
I don’t need top up
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Everyting lock arff
Trap line pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal’s always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
Do it for my brother or mama
My white friend said that it’s pucker
Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
I ain’t into kissing, she could be a yucker
Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
In the trap with some young guns
Since young, been a wild bunch
Dum dums and shotgun
Big rack, she a hot one
Feds at the door, I’m on the third floor
Balcony, had to hop arff
Smoke ‘nough ganja like a Rasta
Phone kill like E. Honda
Bread more tryna make that butter
M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
Two shots from the dots, that’s dumb and dumber
High road get lock arff
Do it, then run arff
Hit it from the back, then I run arff
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I’m a shotta
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Man’ll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like semis and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man’s Timbs, my man tell a man what
Man’ll get everyting locked
Everyting locked, locked off
Movies, send a man in
T-house, send a man shop
Groupies send a man tings
Big acts send a man blocks
Two keys get a man robbed
Two keys get a man singed
2ps, chips in a box
Movies, clips, man watch
Doobies lit
Do by spit getting rocked
Man are real Don Dada
Old school like ragga
Man, I need them pounds and dollar
Run through green light, grasshopper
Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
Wan’ come get the room ram or the dagger
Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
When we do road, man haffi move proper
Everyting lit, every day lock arff
We getting lit, champagne pop arff
Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
Skank ting pop and them man runner
Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
Talk to the feds, got ‘nough man lock arff
Free TK, TY and RockOff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff

Ice Cube – Hello (feat. Dr. Dre & MC Ren)

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle
I’m just lookin’ for a big yellow
In six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello} perculatin’ keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo’ bitch is hyperventilatin’
Hopin’ that we penetratin, you gets natin’
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin’
Gangbang affiliatin, MC Ren’ll have you
Wildin’ off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em} It’s my son he’s hurtin me
{And he’s a felon} On parole for robbery
Ain’t no coppin a plea, ain’t no stoppin’ a G
I’m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I’m a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain’t edible
Nigga ain’t federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

Villain blows up yo’ spot
Take yo’ notebook yo’ bitch and yo’ Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that’s alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo’ niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin’ niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein’ dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo’ fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches – all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don’t change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh’fuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk
Listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre’s credibility {What?}
Wondering if it’s still in me to produce hits
Y’all be killin me
As if I need to make mo’ I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo’ suck my dick! {Hello}
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don’t give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I’m Dre – I don’t need your respect
I don’t need to make another album bitch I don’t gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I’m still stayin the same, lil’ bitch! {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello}

Meek Mill – Make It Work (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I used to want all that shit, now I got it
I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga
Oh!

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back
I started trappin’, no hands, tried to get me a pack
I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin’ you whacked
I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin’ that crack
Sellin’ that dope, I went through hell bein’ broke
A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four
And he ain’t heard from me since and now he smellin’ the smoke
You fuckboy! Fuckboy!
Niggas hatin’, I’m like what the fuck for?
I’m in the 6, I’m ridin’ with a plus 4
She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 2: Wale]
Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas
Keep changin’ on you like late winter
Springin’ on you for a hoe or somethin’
My coat season and game different
Self made, self made nigga
Well dressed, well paid nigga
I daredevil err’day, nigga
Like Hell’s Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!
Tell them niggas I’ma need a minute
Undefeated, young sneaker nigga
Hundred deep, you never see a nigga
Hennessy in moderation
But my niggas drinkin’ like them Black Ink niggas
Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga
Meanin’ I cut and leaf a nigga
Get it? That’s leavin’, nigga
Scissors, clippers, please forgive me
Real nigga, hoes around me
Take bitches, repeat offender
Ho, ho, please don’t let me
No, no, Easter pinkin’
I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis
So they can all go back to just sleepin’ on me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas lookin’ at me when I step into the party
It’s the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin’ Don Dada
All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly
Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money
Catchin’ feelings when I pull up in it…. rrrk!
Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin’ spinach
Now follow me, Balenciagas like they’re Nikes, nigga
Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga
Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
Parkin’ lot, chicken wings, then we skatin’ off
Still headbussin’ bitches, now I break you off
And if a nigga step to me, I’ll break the law
Now follow me, front your boy and I’ma make you work
If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk
Nigga, ridin’ through the city, I remain alert
Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it