Sybyr – Have Fun. Lyrics

[Intro]
Clvn
This what we doin’ now?
This what we doin’ every day shit
We f**kin’ with this shit
Uh yeah (Okay, bet, bet)

[Verse]
Tired of my exorcising
Not knowing what to do
Tommy get your space suit
Kerosine and Jimmy Choo
Take your face off on my flute
Blood dripping don’t miss you
f**k the streets, I never knew
No need a fable but it’s cool
Gotta work, this shit gotta work, need to do something
f**k your place nigga, f**k your place, listen to your face
Every time say shit to the face say it, Twitter-face
Dawg rip, I’ma let it rip
I shit on your lip

[Outro]
Have fun, have fun, let the drums speak (I’m done, have fun)
Have fun, have fun, let the drums speak (I’m done, have fun)
I’m done, have fun, let the drums speak (I’m done, have fun)
I’m done, have fun, let the drums speak (I’m done, have fun)
I’m done, I’m fine, let the drums speak (I’m done, have fun)
I’m fine, have fun, let the drums speak (I’m done, have fun)
I’m done, have fun, let the drums
Bitch

Lil Skies – Going Off Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s a lot of kings in this room, (Nigga)
In the room (Room)

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

[Verse 1]
Big body Benz blowin’ gas out the roof
Nigga think it’s sweet until I punched him in his tooth
We’re some real steppers, really goin’ with the mood
He thought he had the juice until he came up on the news
No cap, I was born with the drip
I tell them niggas come and get me, I ain’t runnin’ from shit
My broski keep a Glock 30 just to unload a clip
He ain’t shootin’ shots to miss if he bust it’s a rip
Real hot boy like Wayne and ’em, I’m on my grind
Bitch told me I’m a lunatic, I’m out my mind
Got them diamonds Fiji in my mouth, you see me shine
Niggas leechin’, tryna stick to me like porcupine

[Post-Chorus]
You was loyal and then you turned fake (Fake)
I don’t want none of your love, I’d rather stack cake (Rather stack cake)
I don’t make none of this up, stay with a straight face (Stay wiht a straight face)
Foreign stepper on my sneaker, that’s a cool ape (Ape)

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

[Verse 2]
Diamond choker chain, could’ve fucked her in the pool
I dropped out of college to sell weed then hit the stu’
Mad because I made it and it didn’t work for you
My bitch stay in Chanel, she don’t wear no Jimmy Choo
We ran up them numbers, being us, fuck being cool
I ain’t sell my soul, I stayed the same, my team the truth
What you know about gettin’ that work, makin’ it poof?
Bitch we smokin’ gas, that’s why we ain’t puffing on the Juul

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

[Outro]
Only put the blame on you

Juicy J – Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]

Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 1]
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
What up? You can’t waste none of my time bitch
I’m up, I got way too many money
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

[Bridge]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

Ricco Barrino – Let’s Dance lyrics

Verse:
I’m…….
Fresher than Steve Harvey
Pull up in that foreign Italia red Ferrari
Diamonds dancin on me
As I’m stepping up in the party
See every girl choosin’
While they man just be hatin’ on me
I’m sorry
The vip is lit (oooh) on 100
We smokin on that good (ooooh)
Damn its cloudy
Oooh and when I see you
I swear I want it
Girl I swear I had to slide to you
Grab your hand and

Chorus:
Let’s Dance
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at a house party
(oooh)
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at house party
(Ohhhhh)
Dance
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at a house party
Let’s dance baby baby
Let’s dance baby baby

Verse:
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
I swear I love the way you move
Off in that Yves Saint Laurent
To tell the truth ain’t no other girl as bad as you
Oooh I love the way you movin
In them Jimmy Choo’s
The vip is lit (oooh) on 100
We smokin on that good (ooooh)
Damn its cloudy
Now that I see you
I’m all up on it
We both feeling good tonight
So….

Chorus:
Let’s Dance
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at a house party
(oooh)
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at house party
(Ohhhhh)
Dance
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at a house party
Let’s dance baby baby
Let’s dance baby baby

Bridge:
Now girl don’t stop
(Don’t stop it)
I said please don’t stop
(Don’t stop it)
Drop that split
(Gon drop it)
I said do that shit
(Gon drop it)
Oh girl don’t stop
(Wine on it)
Oh please don’t stop
(Wine on it)
Oh drop that split
(Grind on it)
Oh do that shit
(Grind on it)

Chours:
Baby
Let’s Dance
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at a house party
(oooh)
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at house party
(Ohhhhh)
Let’s Dance
Said Ima dance with you
Like we at a house party
Let’s dance baby baby
Let’s dance baby baby

Marshmello – FRIENDS (A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Remix) lyrics

(feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Anne-Marie)

[Intro: Anne-Marie & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh (ya, ya, yeah)
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
So many pretty girls in the world, but I wish that they was all like you
You can be my girlfriend or my friend, either way you gon’ fall right through
Love to party, young nigga in a ‘Rari, sorry I ain’t ever sorry, got juice
Dolce & Gabbana it ain’t tricky if you got it, if you want we can go to Jimmy Choo
You got me messed up I probably got every damn Balmain in my dresser
The way she go down, no hands, like a Tesla
She gon’ breath out, breathe in, when I touch her
Airplane mode on your phone when I fuck ya
She gon’ let me know what’s the bin, I’m a hustler
Moncler clothes when it’s cold, I’mma bless ya
She ain’t even got to sneak out, I’mma let her
It ain’t no pressure

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before?

[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious? (ooh)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I swear I…)
Want me to spell it out for you? (to spell it out for you?)
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Bridge: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
That’s how you f****** spell “friends”
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Get that shit inside your head
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
We’re just friends

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Have I not made it obvious?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Yeah, I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you? (Yo)
F-R-I-E-N-D-S (I said F-R-I-E-N-D-S)
Haven’t I made it obvious? (I made it very obvious)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Outro: Anne-Marie]
Mmm, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah-oh, ah-oh

Azealia Banks – Ain’t Know lyrics

(feat. Nicki Minaj)

[NOT FULL]

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
Ladies and gentlemen, cinnamon, feminine
Got plenty of flavor
I’m popping it, non-stop-ing it
Keep dropping that paper
This popular chocolate confidence
I’m blocking them haters
I’m opulence, prominent, time for this
Gun pow to the blazer

[Chorus 1: Azealia Banks]
Got liquor on the pour
Throwing money on the floor
Pussy swinging from a pole
Gotta pick it up and go
Got your nigga on the phone
Bet you bitches ain’t know
Got liquor on the pour
Throwing money on the floor
Pussy swinging from a pole
Gotta pick it up and go
Got your nigga on the phone
Bet you bitches ain’t know

[Verse 2: Azealia Banks]
Yo, Teflon on the vest
Pump in the trunk in the tech
Hoes really thot for a check
Niggas wild for respect
Pull off the lot in the S
Scooped up your bitch now it’s off to the jet
Go, let me see your thighs and your breasts
Better yet, make this a bet
Putting list on the set
Slide into style, when it’s wet
Ménage à trois [?]
I’m that gentleman, [?]
Quick with that trigger hands
[?] man
Who the fuck wanna ride?
[?] 45
[?]
[?] for the crown, now [?]

[Chorus 2: Azealia Banks]
Got liquor on the pour
10 carats on the lobe
Yeah, nigga got hoes
New pussy on my phone
Gettin pussy on the go
She got a pussy made of gold
Got liquor on the pour
10 carats on the lobe
Yeah, nigga got hoes
New pussy on my phone
Gettin pussy on the go
Bet you bitches ain’t know

[Verse 3: Azealia Banks]
Back to the boom boom bass
Little bit of booze and a chase
Wiggle when I move and I shake
Lady snake, Dominate
Jigglin the boobs in ya face
Hit the perico with some old niggas
Mm, mm, aye
Jimmy Choo shoes in the safe
Two chopsticks on the plate
True to the game
Roof off the coupe in the day

Roy Woods – Say Less lyrics

[Chorus]
Heard you got a lot to say
Maybe you should say less
You ain’t gotta tell no lie
Maybe you can confess
100 Fahrenheit in my room
Maybe you should undress
No talk say less

[Post-Chorus]
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

[Verse]
(I be, I be, I be)
Falling in love with women, I don’t know what I see in ’em
More times I be lonely so I don’t know what I be feeling
Gotta do more, say less, how I’m living
(B-Town, 6 side shit, know what I’m talking about)
Don’t talk no more cause I know what you doing
Got mans to the side but you say you’re alone
Money on sight now your eyes on gold
Can’t take your ass shopping, tripping on Jimmy Choo’s
Yeah, said you gonna stay over for the night, but you got me waiting
Barely said a thing, got me here alone without conversation, yeah
I feel beside myself, I understand me
Had to re-align myself or else I would have lost me (would’ve lost me, would’ve lost me, woah no)
But I found myself, in my youth
Time well spent in the booth, oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Heard you got a lot to say
Maybe you should say less
You ain’t gotta tell no lie
Maybe you can confess
100 Fahrenheit in my room
Maybe you should undress
No talk say less

[Post-Chorus]
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
Less, yeah (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
Baby girl, I (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

Future – Walk On Minks Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
I ain’t gonna kick it, all game to you
I’m talkin’ minks now
I’ma be honest before honest
I’ma keep it one thou’
Listen

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

[Verse 1]
You think I’m not grantin’ wishes
You think I’m not hungry and ambitious
You think them [?] did it
You think them [?] did it
Don’t you be mad silly?
Don’t you be one of the ones that would laugh at me?
I’ll load it up on [?] fire like a gun
I’ll spit the brrrr cash at you
You think you ridin’ in foreigns right now
I’ma throw the whole dash at you
Mink coats, we can walk on ’em like red carpets
Walk on ’em if you choose to
You can walk on it like Jimmy Choo’s
You can walk on it
I put a mink coat over you, under you
Gon’ head, girl, walk on it
This for the ones tried to step on the name
Like you was a valedictorian
Like you wasn’t gon’ be [?]
Like you wasn’t gon’ be bling-blingin’
Don’t get caught up in your ring finger
We gon’ spend this shit until your fingers wrinkled
I ordered diamonds up without blinkin’
Without thinkin’

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

[Verse 2]
Such a ballerific hot topic
Manolo [?] packed inside the closet
Get the llama, put it in the blender
This is for the winners, this is for the sinners
This is for the Dolce, this is for the Gucci
This is for the Rollie, this is for the Prada
This is for the dollars, this is for the guala
This is for the bad [?], gotta holla
Step inside it if it’s mink inside it
If it’s fur inside it, you can really buy it
You killin’ [?] in them Christian Loubs
Every time you step out, there’s a homicide
Winin’, dinin’ in the finest fabrics
Your ears and neck and wrist, a bunch of karats
No comparison, it’s no comparin’
You dryin’ off in a mink towel
Wash it down, baby, wipe it down
This money got your quieter than a mouse
Boss bitch when they see you out
You’re a boss bitch when they see you out
You trip and fall, you gon’ fall on a mink
$20,000 cash, under your feet
You can’t be mistreated, you gotta be greedy
With superstar treatment

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

Lady Gaga – Filthy Pop (Demo 2) Lyrics

[Intro]
Spin that shit now
Spin that shit now
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Verse 1]
Hello, Mr. Radio
Got our pink lights, and a funny, money retro sound, sound
Spin that shit
Spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Dance, Mr. Radio nerd
How ’bout we trade them speakers for these new Jimmy Choo sneakers?
What do you say? What do you say?

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Verse 2]
Hello, Mr Radio
This beat’s expensive, super pop
Intensive, yeah, spin that shit
Spin it ’til it’s platinum
Hello, Mister “I’m a sick kisser”
Yeah, so’s my sister
How ’bout we kick the speakers with my new Louis Vuitton sneakers

[Pre-Chorus]
Filthy, you’re so filthy
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Bridge]
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (spin that shit now)
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (Spin that shit now)
We might make you queasy, but believe me
When I say this music’s filthy
Yeah, this music’s filthy (filthy oh, so filthy)

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit (spin that shit now), spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (spin that shit now)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (filthy oh, so filthy)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

Vybz Kartel – Yabba Dabba Doo Lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on…
Hey gyal, a so the bleach make face look old?…
And you a just 35 years old?
Weh the young gyal dem deh, weh bleaching fit you? Make your bumpa roll

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 1]
Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”

[Hook]
Anything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Like, Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 2]
Go a St. Ann, check a gyal down a Priory
Walk with a ratchet, hear say she waan tie me
Go pon the beach and turn it backway, hear her, “Mi hole a burn down!”, mi say, “Irie”
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi come, tip a little curry ’til the meat get clear, spend your bloodclaat money!
Hey gyal, your bleach just nah reach
You shoulda deh a flour, but you stuck a cornmeal
Which idiot buy bleach pill give you?
Pill a fi Matrix! Babes, you a Neo?
Watch a gyal, a white skin you a pray fah?
How much you have, wha’ thousand dollar ago pay fah?
Alright, me have the remedy fi you
Go over the whole sale, buy a dozen sand paper
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 3]
Third verse now, gyal, you’re clean like a cheddar
Don’t too walk out inna sunny weather
Tell your little friend go get herself together
Face white, body black, rasclaat! It’s a zebra?
Bleach and salt water no go together
Don’t take no boost, don’t take no peer pressure
Me no sorry fi you if you nae did a listen
Now your skin look like salt fish pon stretcher
My girl, you might get stretch mark if you rub the gel pon your body too hard
Watch how you paste pon your legs and your arms
If you rub your batty hole and your pussy, wear draws

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 1]
Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”…

Roy Wood$ – Say Less

[Chorus]
Heard you got a lot to say
Maybe you should say less
You ain’t gotta tell no lie
Baby you can confess
100 fahrenheit in my room
Maybe you should undress
Don’t talk say less
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

[Verse]
(I be, I be, I be)
Falling in love with women, I don’t know what I see in ’em
More times I be lonely so I don’t know what I be feeling
Gotta do more, say less, how I’m living
(B-Town, 6 side shit, know what I’m talking about)
Don’t talk no more cause I know what you do
Got mans to the side but you say you’re alone
Money on sight now your eyes on gold
Can’t take your ass shopping, tripping on Jimmy Choo’s
Yeah, said you gonna stay over for the night, but you got me waiting
Barely said a thing, got me in love without conversation, yeah
I feel beside myself, I understand me
Had to re-align myself or else I would have lost me (would’ve lost me, would’ve lost me, woah no)
But I found myself, in my youth
Time well spent in the booth, oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Heard you got a lot to say
Maybe you should say less
You ain’t gotta tell no lie
Baby you can confess
100 fahrenheit in my room
Maybe you should undress
Don’t talk say less
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
(Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
Less, yeah (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
Baby girl, I (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)

[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah

Jealousy – Disciples lyrics

Lyrics Disciples – Jealousy

I see her getting dressed
Put on her freakum dress
Painting on them red lips
Tease them with that lipstick
She gon’ turn some heads
Wearing my favorite shoes
Them bang bang Jimmy Choo’s
And I can feel the pressure, chemical reaction in me.(jealousy)

I got this jealousy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking ..
I ain’t got no time for that
You ain’t got no time for that
We ain’t got no time for that
Breaking .. your mind.

I know that I’m acting up
I know that enough is enough
But I can’t help but think
That you’re with somebody drinking in some boujee club
Oh, I know you think I’m mad
I know that this looks bad
Versuri-lyrics.info
But the joke is on me
I will never be alone.

I got this jealousy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking .. your ..
I ain’t got no time for that
You ain’t got no time for that
We ain’t got no time for that
Breaking .. your ..

I got this jealousyyy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking .. your ..

I got this jealousyyy
It’s taken over all of my mind
Looks like I’m jealously breaking .. yourrr.
Disciples lyrics
Video Disciples

Young Thug – Tomorrow Til Infinity (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shooter, my Jimmy Choo
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, my second home
I’m in that limo
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. Young Dro & London Jae) (Ether Album)

[Hook/Chorus – London Jae]
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek

[Verse 1 – Young Dro]
I be spazzing (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
I be dabbing (Spell that shit)
D – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty, I’ont even know her yet
Real strong, real grown, your boy ain’t spazzin on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rocking (?) to the neck, got five karats all in the grill homie
Car foregin, y’all boring, got TVS all in the whip watching hard porn
Rifle (?) .40 Glock, I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
Pu the word on the curb homie
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night, everything was a blur homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo, in the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue, I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Hook/Chorus – London Jae]
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek

[Verse 2 – B.o.B.]
I ain’t got the illuminati money, but I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha not for sale, ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space, tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship
Now how does it throttle
The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night at the Apollo and they say it’s space
It’s four thousand degrees, but it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now these niggas political now
Claiming they woke is a trend here now
Overnight activist, even the president’s running the world from a twitter account
Ahh, geeking off and Steven hawkins , bought my coin like meter parking
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Head (?) squeezing on your life, some Fiji water, keep your (?) bitch

[Hook/Chorus – London Jae]
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek

Wale – Heaven On Earth (feat. Chris Brown) (Shine Album)

[Intro: Wale & Chris Brown]
Come fly with me, yeah
You’re the one I been waitin’ for
This is all I got, girl, I saved it all for you
Usin’ real emotions you can’t ignore
That you’ve been lovin’ all night

[Verse 1: Wale & Chris Brown]
Yeah, pour some Patron, have a cup with me
Come by the crib, keep me company
Don’t worry ’bout bitches who buggin’ me
Girl, if you fuck with me, just come and fuck with me (goddamn)
I can put it on you, I just need me a change
Goddamn, must got mirrors on you, I see me in the plans
Fuck the club, girl, I’ve been ready to go
Got the Uber waitin’, we can head to the door
Yeah, Four Seasons or a room at The Ritz
I’ma show you this is as real as it gets
Take me out the game, you might even do it (Yeah, we gon’ see, right)
Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo and Louis
It’s on me

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Wale]
You’d be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse, oh
You’d be my heaven on Earth (my heaven on Earth)
My love, my forever, my first, oh
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse (yeah, gift and my curse)
Fly with me

[Verse 2: Wale]
If heaven had a height, she would be that tall (mmm)
Exceed that far, you see my scars (mmm)
I see your flaws, I see no problem
I know we’re not gods, so we all got ’em
She a introvert, still good in public
I’m not a socialite, so sure she love it
I would tell you more, no lyin’ or nothin’
Maybe I like to pick fight just to write about ’em
Maybe you right, you a good muse
Lemme right a couple wrongs, couple hooks, boo
No post make-say, ’cause that gon’ make me wait
I just go below your waist for the good food

[Bridge: Wale]
With me, yeah
And with you I’m tryna be, with
So I’m at your door again
And it’s just past 4 AM
And I hope you phone ain’t ringin’ (haha)
So when love’s in your reach
To whole share a key (Wale)
And the moon is in the sky
And it’s cool ’cause she can fly
So pull up on me, pull up on me
And keep doin’ your thing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Wale]
You’d be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse, oh
You’d be my heaven on Earth (my heaven on Earth)
My love, my forever, my first, oh
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse (gift and my curse)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
You’d be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first, oh
You’d be my heaven on Earth
I swear you’re my gift and my curse

SHONTELLE – T-shirt lyrics

Hey! Let me tell you now
Ooh, baby

Trying to decide, trying to decide
If I really wanna go out tonight
I never used to go out without ya
Not sure I remember how to

Gonna be late, gonna be late
But all my girls gon’ have to wait
‘Cause I don’t know if I like my outfit
I tried everything in my closet

Nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh
With nothing but your t-shirt on, hey

Gotta be strong, gotta be strong
But I’m really hurting now that you’re gone
I thought maybe I’d do some shopping
But I couldn’t get past the door and

Now I don’t know, now I don’t know
If I’m ever really gon’ let you go
And I couldn’t even leave my apartment
I’m stripped down, torn up about it

Now nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on
(I’m all by myself with)
With nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh

With nothing but your t-shirt on
(‘Cause I missed you, ’cause I missed you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Said I missed you baby)

Trying to decide, trying to decide
If I really wanna go out tonight
I couldn’t even leave my apartment
I’m stripped down, torn up about it

‘Cause nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay

Nothing feels right when I’m not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

I’ma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay

With nothing but your t-shirt on
Said I got nothing but your t-shirt on
(‘Cause I want to be close to you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(I remember when you would like to see me)
With nothing but your t-shirt on

Nothing but your t-shirt on
(Let me tell you now)
Nothing but your t-shirt on
With nothing but your t-shirt on
Nothing but your t-shirt on
(Said nothing feels right)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Nothing but your t-shirt on)

Blackbear – Make daddy proud Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair

[Hook]
Started spending all of his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night

[Chorus]
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money

[Verse 2]
Tell me what is it with you
Everything disposable
You don’t listen to
Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
You never come and see me no more
You never hit me back
Scared to make your daddy mad
That’s for sure
You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s

[Hook]
Started spending all his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night

[Chorus (x2)]
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money

[Verse 3]
What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair
Started spending all of his money

Make daddy proud – Blackbear lyrics

Lyrics Blackbear – Make daddy proud

What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through.(make daddy proud)

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair.

Started spending all of his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night.

Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money.

Tell me what is it with you
Everything disposable
You don’t listen to
Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
You never come and see me no more
You never hit me back
Scared to make your daddy mad
That’s for sure
You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s.

Started spending all his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night.

Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money. (x2)

What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through.

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair
Started spending all of his moneyyy.
Blackbear
Video proud

Taylor Girlz – Steal Her Man (feat. Trinity Taylor)

My hair like to swing
[Hook 3x]
Ya! Aye! Pop it Pop it Pop it Pop it
Ya! Aye! Left foot, Right foot
Ya! Aye! Don’t fall! Sleep!
Ya! Aye! Steal her man! Steal her man!

[Verse 1]
Backpack girl wanna fight?
That’s a clapback
Boy, last night was a flashback
Look at my back
Hit or take winner
Show that
Walk through the hood
Gimmie that
[?]
Ya!
On my Jimmy Choo’s
I can’t mess wit you
You a thot, you a nusty you
Shoulda flexed on you
I got chemicals, on my visuals
Your so lyrical
Never catch me hanging with some typical
Hey! Ya!
I can steal her man, I can steal her man
She ain’t think I can, she ain’t think I can
I can steal her man, I can steal her man
She ain’t think I can, can
Think I can

[Hook 2x]

24hrs – Jungle Gym (12 Am Mixtape) letras

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you

[Verse 1]
RIP to Bankroll
Just took a trip to the 6
Came back with a few bankrolls
Murda and we all pourin’ up
Pour up, pour up, ahh
I be smokin’ weed on my own
I be fuckin’ hoes on my own
I be drivin’ foreign on my own
I be flyin’ private on my own
On my own, on my own
I’ve been gettin’ money on my own
I’ve been fuckin’ bitches on my own, on my own
I’ve been blowin’ up on my own, on my own
I’ve been drivin’ foreign on my own, on my own
She just wanna fuck me alone

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you

[Verse 2]
I need your love
I need your love
Girl you like a drug
Girl you like a drug
Man the money is a drug
Man the sex is a drug
I be gone off the drugs
She wanna fuck me on the drugs
I can hit it quicker
Jimmy Choo sneakers
I don’t wanna picture
We can make a movie
I can feel your heart beat

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you