Chuck Berry – Sweet Little Sixteen Lyrics

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[Chorus]
They’re really rockin’ in Boston
In Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And ’round the ‘Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

[Verse 1]
Sweet Little Sixteen
She’s just got to have
About a half a million
Famed autographs
Her wallet filled with pictures
She gets them one by one
Becomes so excited
Watch her, look at her run

[Verse 2]
“Oh Mommy, Mommy
Please may I go?
It’s such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh Daddy, Daddy
I beg of you
Whisper to Mommy
It’s alright with you”

[Chorus]
‘Cause they’ll be rockin’ on Bandstand
In Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the ‘Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

[Piano Solo]

[Chorus]
‘Cause they’ll be rockin’ on Bandstand
In Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And ’round the ‘Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with, ooh
Sweet Little Sixteen

[Bridge]
Sweet Little Sixteen
She’s got the grown-up blues
Tight dresses and lipstick
She’s sportin’ high heel shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She’ll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class again

[Chorus]
Well, they’ll be rockin’ in Boston
Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And ’round the ‘Frisco Bay
Way out in St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla Sign) (7 Series Album)

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go, woo
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker
Baby, uh huh
Dolla $ign, yeah, yeah
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red Bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink]
I really like, what you, done to me (like)
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
I really like, what you, done to me (like)
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core, yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been tryin’ so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame, girl
Dip swerve, then I’m back in your lane, girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up, no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aw yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy
I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aw yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink]
I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you (I can’t, no, no, no)
I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you (with you)

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me (believe me)
I ain’t talkin’ Vegas
When I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Gettin’ high, red eye on the PJ
Touch down, top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on, give her game like EA
Ease up, baby, give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aw yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’, aw yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink]
I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you (I can’t, no, no, no)
I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you (with you)

F with U – Kid Ink feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Kid Ink – F with U

Let’s go, woo
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker
Baby, uh huh
Dolla $ign, yeah, yeah
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeahh
Mustard on the beat, ho.(f with u)

Hot box, drop top the ‘rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrrt)
Red Bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after s*x
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah.

I really like, what you, done to me (like)
I can’t, really explain it, I still f*ck with you
I really like, what you, done to me (like)
I can’t, really explain it, I still f*ck with you.

Oh yeah, down to the core, yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been tryin’ so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame, girl
Dip swerve, then I’m back in your lane, girl
Keep that a*s up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up, no time for the extras
Know you been through it but f*ck all your exes, aw yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy
I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aw yeahhh.

I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still f*ck with you (I can’t, no, no, no)
I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still f*ck with you.

Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still f with u (with you).

Please believe me (believe me)
I ain’t talkin’ Vegas
When I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Gettin’ high, red eye on the PJ
Touch down, top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on, give her game like EA
Ease up, baby, give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aw yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’ versuri-lyrics.info
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’, awww yeah.

I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still f*ck with you (I can’t, no, no, no)
I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you)
I can’t, really explain it, I still f*ck with you.

Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still f with u (with youuu).
Kid Ink lyrics
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Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

Mano Erina – Love & Peace = Paradise

PA, PA, PA パラダイスってルルル 遠い遠い国みたいって
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

特別なことが 素晴らしいことなんだと
小学生の頃は 思い込んでた
歯ブラシに チューブ ちょこっと しぼった時に
ちょっぴり いい匂いがして なんだかしあわせ
夏が過ぎ 秋になっては 冬がやって来ることも
さりげなく素敵 天使たちの せい!

PA, PA, PA パラピプルルル ルーラン 雲の上 秘密のドア
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

前髪切り過ぎ うつ向いて 歩いてたら
似合うじゃん なんて言われ ほっとした朝
体育の時間 バッチリ シュート決まった!
世界中 拍手してくれる 感じつつまれた
振り返る 想い出がある 勇気くれる 微笑みよ
なにげなく素敵 天使たちの せい!

PA, PA, PA パラピプルルル ルーラン やわらかい 風が吹いてる
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

PA, PA, PA パラダイスってルルル 遠い遠い国みたいって
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

パラピプルルル ルーラン やわらかい 風が吹いてる
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

Injury Reserve – All Quiet On The West Side (Floss Album)

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

[Verse: Ritchie with a T]
Yo check it, let everybody know
We need niggas from all sides on go
Someone hit the eses on the west coast
And the niggas from the south the be tipping on 44’s
They be singing Friday on a Friday
But please don’t play my song nigga this ain’t my day
We can have a party and do it five ways
We can put the PA by the fireplace
Ask your boy if he wants to DJ
I’m trying to hear some “Hey Ya,” Andre 3k
I’m trying to hear some Estelle, “American Boy”
The neighbors better not complain about no damn noise
And if the cops come scream “Fuck five-o”
Okay one more time nigga “Fuck five-o”
Just make sure nobody opens the front door
I don’t care if they put the lights through the window
We ain’t coming together for no answers
The only thing we agree on is fuck cancer
Someone play that Thugger, that “Fuck Cancer”
Shout out to my mom, nigga, fuck cancer
And to the white kids: please don’t say it
And my nigga with the strap: please don’t spray it
Matter a fact, nigga please don’t bring it
And if you know the words nigga please go sing it

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

P Money – Don’t Holla at Me

[Intro: Tee]
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Yo (Splurgeboys), yo

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, check this
Certain man talk more than a chick
Dropping names in next man’s biz
While he speaks, I was thinking (prick)
Listen, man, about financed whips
These times, man ah man knows who he is
I ain’t got time, I don’t wanna hear this
Dissing your own darg, you sound like a bitch
All because they didn’t follow man back
Feminine, you ain’t got a man’s back
You told him you would ride or die, then exposed him
Bet you didn’t tell him ’bout that (go on)
Rah, thought you were co-Ds
So why you telling me that he owes P?
07961 074964
Tell him what you told me

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 2: P Money]
Some of these girls get me vexed (vexed)
All they wanna do is talk about my ex (ex)
My expression shows no interest (none)
While she speaks, I was thinking “sket”
Talking what you don’t know, you’re such a beg (beg)
Acting like you don’t ever have sex (none)
Backstage, had her up against the wall
Squad goals when I bend it over like Becks (mad)
Now she wanna talk about man (mad ting)
Dem tings dere, I can’t stand (sad ting)
Had to ask her if she knows Vardy (why?)
All she does is chat shit and get banged
Talking like we just played dominoes
Like you weren’t backstage, getting deep panned
Ignoring his calls when he rang
That’s how I know that you link ’nuff man

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla

[Bridge: Tee]
Why’s my man hollering at me for?
How did he get my number?
Why’s that girl hollering at me for?
How did she get my number?
Cuh right now, man not too sure
Wonder, oh, I wonder
Cuh right now, man not too sure
You gave him my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)

P Money – Don’t Holla at Me Lyrics

[Intro: Tee]
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Yo (Splurgeboys), yo

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, check this
Certain man talk more than a chick
Dropping names in next man’s biz
While he speaks, I was thinking (prick)
Listen, man, about financed whips
These times, man ah man knows who he is
I ain’t got time, I don’t wanna hear this
Dissing your own darg, you sound like a bitch
All because they didn’t follow man back
Feminine, you ain’t got a man’s back
You told him you would ride or die, then exposed him
Bet you didn’t tell him ’bout that (go on)
Rah, thought you were co-Ds
So why you telling me that he owes P?
07961 074964
Tell him what you told me

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 2: P Money]
Some of these girls get me vexed (vexed)
All they wanna do is talk about my ex (ex)
My expression shows no interest (none)
While she speaks, I was thinking “sket”
Talking what you don’t know, you’re such a beg (beg)
Acting like you don’t ever have sex (none)
Backstage, had her up against the wall
Squad goals when I bend it over like Becks (mad)
Now she wanna talk about man (mad ting)
Dem tings dere, I can’t stand (sad ting)
Had to ask her if she knows Vardy (why?)
All she does is chat shit and get banged
Talking like we just played dominoes
Like you weren’t backstage, getting deep panned
Ignoring his calls when he rang
That’s how I know that you link ’nuff man

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla

[Bridge: Tee]
Why’s my man hollering at me for?
How did he get my number?
Why’s that girl hollering at me for?
How did she get my number?
Cuh right now, man not too sure
Wonder, oh, I wonder
Cuh right now, man not too sure
You gave him my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)