Justin Bieber – Yummy (Country Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Florida Georgia Line]
Yummy
Yo, JB
Talk to ’em one time

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Say the word, on my way
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe, yeah, babe
Any night, any day
Say the word, on my way
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe, yeah, babe
In the mornin’ or the late
Say the word, on my way

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Bona fide stallion
In no stable, no, you stay on the run
Ain’t on the side, you’re number one
Yeah, every time I come around, you get ‘er done

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Fifty-fifty, love the way you split it
Hundred racks, help me spend it, baby
Light a match, get litty, baby
That horseback, watch the sunset kinda, yeah, yeah
Rollin’ eyes back in my head, make my toes curl, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Florida Georgia Line]
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Say the word, on my way
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe, yeah, babe
Any night, any day
Say the word, on my way
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe, yeah, babe (Yeah, baby)
In the mornin’ or the late (Ha, these the boys)
Say the word, on my way (Florida Georgia Line)

[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
Shoutout, girl, I’m on my way
I been up in Waffle House, but you my Chik-fil-A
And I been into waffle fries since our first date (Haha)
Ain’t got time for playin’, I’ma clean your whole plate (Girl, I’ma lick it up)
Woo, yes, yummy, let me take ya to the country
We can call it home cookin’, I’m your chicken, you my dumpling
We say grace, I say thanks, for my baby and this drink
Let me slide on over, girl, and get a taste (Let’s roll)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber with Florida Georgia Line]
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy (You stay flexin’ on me)
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum (Yeah, yeah)
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Say the word, on my way
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe, yeah, babe (Yeah, babe)
Any night, any day
Say the word, on my way
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe, yeah, babe (Yeah, babe)
In the mornin’ or the late
Say the word, on my way

[Break: Justin Bieber & Florida Georgia Line]
Yummy
Ooh
Yeah, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber with Florida Georgia Line, Florida Georgia Line]
Fifty-fifty, love the way you split it
Hundred racks, help me spend it, baby
Light a match, get litty, baby
That horseback, watch the sunset kinda, yeah, yeah
Rollin’ eyes back in my head, make my toes curl, yeah, yeah (Good Lord)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber, Florida Georgia Line & Both]
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy (Yeah, you keep flexin’ on me)
Yeah, you got that yummy-yum (Yeah, yeah)
That yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Say the word, on my way (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe (Yes, yummy)
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe (Let me take ya to the country)
Any night, any day (We can call it home cookin’)
Say the word, on my way (I’m your chicken, you my dumpling)
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe (We say grace, I say thanks)
Yeah, babe, yeah, babe (For my baby and this drink)
In the mornin’ or the late (Let me slide on over, girl, and get a taste)
Say the word, on my way

Tee Grizzley – Satish Lyrics

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[Intro]
Loved each other way more than we loved life
Was so close people thought we had a love life
We loved each other way more than we loved life
(Helluva made the beat baby)
Still do (Ayy, JB)

[Verse 1]
I used to be like “I don’t need security” (Street niggas)
I don’t want these niggas thinking’ that it’s fearin’ me (At all)
Told my driver “Be on point”, he wasn’t hearing’ me
Those shots went off, I’m steady callin’, you ain’t answerin’
You scarin’ me (Hello?)
In my city if you winnin’, you can’t stay
They call bein’ broke “real”, they call gettin’ money “fake”
I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin’ at my date
I gave you some food, why you still lookin’ at my plate, nigga?
They say they love us, but that love might be hate
I can’t really tell the different, salt and sugar look the same (It’s tricky)
Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake
Look how they tried to do me but got JB
Man that jealousy so real, man that hate so deep
Man that envy shit so real, you make it out the streets
You saw it wasn’t me and still shot, what she do to you?
We was just winnin’, now I’m cryin’ at your funeral
But every tear I shed’s another thousand on your head, nigga
Now show your face and think I’m playin’
Every tear I shed’s another thousand on your head, boy
Now show your face and think I’m playin’
Ayy JB, I wish I was sittin’ outside with you
And I was in that bank with you
You know your favorite rapper wouldn’t have never let them guys get you
I would’ve shot ’em, left ’em dyin’, leakin’ the street
Wouldn’t have ran, would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep
And you think they came for her?
Man you know they came for me
They took my heart and brains, niggas know that I can’t think
How I’m playin’ with these drugs, niggas know I’m like Tay Keith
Eye’s bloodshot red, niggas know I ain’t been sleepin’
But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep
All this anger inside make it hard to grieve
Ayy, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe
All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep
They found a murder weapon, bro, it’s got’ be hard to beat
First offer 50 years so it’s hard to plea, ayy
And if they do somethin’ to us then they known for it
But if we do somethin’ to them, then we run for it

[Chorus]
Fuck that, if you take mines, I take yours homie
Then gon’ pray to the Lord “Don’t be hard on me”
Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie
And be like “God, please don’t be too hard on me”

[Verse 2]
If we tear this bitch up, they gon’ say I’m dead wrong
Fuck that, these niggas got my aunty with a headstone
Niggas tell me what they do like they smart as me
But they ain’t take your heart from you, they took my heart from me
I got one last person that wantin’ more from me
Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me
I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too
I got your baby, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too
I got your sister and your mommy and your fam’ too
How the fuck you gon’ die on me? I can’t stand you
I pray they do’t go to jail, I want ’em dead
I’m just listenin’ to the streets, hearin’ everything they sayin’
I’m just waitin’ on a name, I’m just prayin’ that they say it
Give a fuck if it’s the Mayor, nigga, million on his head, ayy, ayy
Wish I can wake up and beat your ass
‘Cause I was just tellin’ you about the dreams I had
Ayy, niggas clutch my heart on my chest, can’t nobody replace it
Wouldn’t have ever believed you was fuckin’ with your baby
“Make sure Tee good” is all I ever heard you sayin’
Tryna hold my head, I don’t know if I’ma make it
This shit been eatin’ me
I don’t know what you seen in me, but you believed in me
Tell them “Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace”

[Chorus]
You drop mines, I drop yours, homie
You drop one, I drop four, homie
Then be like “God, please don’t be too hard on me”
God please don’t close the door on me

Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
“Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

Tyga – Taste lyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Intro]
D.A

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That’s a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the name
You don’t even got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rocking it like its fresh off the pan
Only when I’m taking pics, I’m the middle man
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, thats my rain dance
And we all in black, like it’s gang land
Say the wrong word, you be hang man
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. what kind of car you in?
In the city love my name, nigga I ain’t gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool but he ain’t like me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin nike
Me not icey, thats unlikely
And she gon’ suck me like a fuckin’ Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty not the Maybelline
I’m the black JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadiddamean

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on a plate
Diamond ice glacier niggas imitate
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’
Slow case in the wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds set the par, the cookie hittin’ hard
The rari sittin’ hard, I’m [?] on mars
Shotgun shells we gon’ always hit the target
Popcorn bitch shell poppin’ out the car trick
3400 outside [?]
488, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me
Fishtail in the parking lot
I don’t kick it with these niggas cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire don’t make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet
Like the way she suck it suck it like a jolly
Stack it up and put it with the whole project
And she got the Patek on water [?]
I’m rich in real life, I get that private copy

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, thats cool, but he ain’t like me

[Outro: Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste
Taste, taste, Chi Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon’ get a taste

Rollie on – Aoc Obama feat. Tee Grizzley lyrics

Lyrics Aoc Obama – Rollie on

Rollie on, Rolliiie on
I just knocked a nigga’s b*tch with my Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
Talking strong on the phone with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
I just beat a nigga a*s with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
If I die bury me with my Rolliiie on.

Dropped a bag on the jeweler, couldn’t wait my chance
Fifty bands in my dance, doing the Rolliiie dance
f*cked her thirty minutes strong with the Rolliiie on
Even had it on my wrist, water whippin’ zones
Forty one bust down, I’m going out tonight
Post a pic on the gram and get four thousand likes
Seventy bands on a watch, it’s a hood trophy
And to get it off my wrist, boy you got to smoke me
Had to cut my peoples off ‘cause he did me wrong
Anything that he gave me I got it gone
Then he switched up the pack on a hundred bows
I beat the s**t out my plug with the Rolliiie on.

Rollie on, Rolliiie on
I just knocked a nigga’s b*tch with my Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
Talking strong on the phone with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on versuri-lyrics.info
I just beat a nigga a*s with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
If I die bury me with my Rolliiie on.

Came home, dropped two Rolliiies and they both was sprayed
Hundred on my chain, Isotol on my ‘caine
Let me hear a nigga sneak dissing on my name
I’ma shoot at everybody with his last name
Riding up the road, my whole sleeve gone
See the ice through the tint, better see that thirty poking
Before I had a snapchat, b*tch I had odors
JB had 300 before she met Lyor Cohen
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper blow a third of the nerves out your head nigga
Posted on the curb with them grams
Stare too hard at my Rolliiie I’ma burn your dumb a*s nigga.

Rollie on, Rolliiie on
I just knocked a nigga’s b*tch with my Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
Talking strong on the phone with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
I just beat a nigga a*s with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
If I die bury me with my Rolliiie onnn.
Aoc Obama lyrics
Video on

Lil Durk – Lately (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Hook]
Lately i know that they hate me
Cuz this money made me
Know some real real niggas
That i know that kinda raised me
And my life is crazy
Tryna wet me up and make me
Catch me with my head down and fade me
Lately i know that they hate me
Cuz this money made me
Know some real niggas
That i know that kinda raised me
And my life is crazy
Tryna wet me up and make me
Catch me with my head down and fade me
Ima die for ’em
Put my life on a line for ’em
I die for my niggas
I ride for my niggas
I, yeah yeah yeah yeahhhh

[Verse 1: Lil durk]
Lost a couple of my niggas Lost a couple of my niggas
Pull a couple of triggers fuck a couple of my bitches
I ride for my niggas never told on my niggas
Did time on the road for my niggas Real nigga since day one
He a savage so i spray some shooters so A1
Put him on the block all black MAC color Akon
[?], Pluto, Jmoney we lost
They run up on me on tip i’m a boss
When niggas be coughin’ sippin on syrup like i keep coughin’
St-stay in designer OTF it ain’t hard to find us
Younging go coocoo turned up for NuNu
So please don’t mind us we gang gang

[Verse 2: Lil V]
OTF my life on the line for ’em
Outta mind outta sight homicide outside

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
We doing time for ’em
Free my nigga thats free
And some of them Rest In Peace

[Verse 4: Lil V]
Sheroid, Lil Moe, Lil Rob, Odee
Real niggas know me real niggas coached me
Multigang how it’s supposed to be
Real nigga ain’t no ho in me
Better watch how you’re approaching me
Got my bros with me got my poles with me
Bang-bangbros a couple hoes with me yeaahhhh

[Hook]
Lately i know that they hate me
Cuz this money made me
Know some real real niggas
That i know that kinda raised me
And my life is crazy
Tryna wet me up and make me
Catch me with my head down and fade me
Lately i know that they hate me
Cuz this money made me
Know some real niggas
That i know that kinda raised me
And my life is crazy
Tryna wet me up and make me
Catch me with my head down and fade me
Ima die for ’em
Put my life on a line for ’em
I die for my niggas
I ride for my niggas
I, yeah yeah yeah yeahhhh

[Verse 5: Prince dre]
Latelty i be gettin’money I ain’t with the Fu shit
I be chasing comma’s turned up for Jmunna

[Verse 6: JB Binladen]
And niggas broke and bummy they ain’t gon no munna
I gotta feed my young one run up you a dumb one

[Verse 7: Prince dre]
OTF’s the life style O-Block them my brothers
They know i’ll die for ’em

[Verse 8: JB Binladen]
Shed tears cry for ’em slide trough and ride for ’em
Catch that homicide for ’em get jammed up and lie for ’em
I done did some time for ’em shawty ‘nem go crazy
I’m talking Dre and Jb and i’m L’A and crazy i can’t let ’em faze me

[Verse 9: Prince dre]
I know niggas hate me but I know they ain’t crazy
That nickel that’s my baby JB had a baby
That’s why we so turned up them niggas they ain’t no nun
Run up on him head shot closed mouth don’t know nun

[Verse 10: JB Binladen]
Niggas they ain’t on nun lately we been turned up
No perm stuff get burned up cuz lately we been turned up

[Hook]
Lately i know that they hate me
Cuz this money made me
Know some real real niggas
That i know that kinda raised me
And my life is crazy
Tryna wet me up and make me
Catch me with my head down and fade me
Lately i know that they hate me
Cuz this money made me
Know some real niggas
That i know that kinda raised me
And my life is crazy
Tryna wet me up and make me
Catch me with my head down and fade me
Ima die for ’em
Put my life on a line for ’em
I die for my niggas
I ride for my niggas
I, yeah yeah yeah yeahhhh

Jonas Brothers – Burnin’ Up

I’m hot
You’re cold
You go around
Like you know
Who I am
But you don’t
You’ve got me on
My toes (toes, toes)

I’m slipping into the lava
And I’m trying to keep from going under
Baby you turn the temperature hotter
Cause I’m burnin’ up, burnin’ up
For you baby

Come on girl

I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Cant hold myself back (back, back)
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath

I’m slipping into the lava
And I’m trying to keep from goin’ under
Baby who turned the temperature hotter
Cause I’m burnin’ up, burnin’ up
For you baby

Walk in the room
All I can see is you

Oh

Staring me down
I know you feel it too

I’m slipping into the lava
And I’m tryin’ to keep from goin under
Baby who turned the temperature hotter
Cuz’ I’m burnin’ up, burnin’ up
For you baby

Slipping into the lava
And I’m trying to keep from going under
Baby who turned the temperature hotter
Cause I’m burnin’ up, burnin’ up
For you baby

Burnin’ up in the place tonight
And the brothers singing loud (and were feelin’ right)
Get up and dance (don’t try to fight it)
Big robs for real (and that’s no lie)
Stop, drop and roll (and touch the floor, to keep from burnin’ up)
More and more
I got JB with me (laying it down)
Come on boys bring the chorus around

I’m slipping into the lava (burnin’ up, burnin’ up)
And I’m trying to keep from going under (yeahhhh)
Baby who turned the temperature hotter (come on nick)
Cause I’m burnin’ up
Burnin’ up for you baby
Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
For you baby