Janelle Monáe – I Got The Juice (feat. Pharrell Williams) lyrics

[Verse 1: Janelle Monáe]
You’re so damn electric, you (alright)
You know you got that juice (yeah)
You know you got that juice (uh)
You know you got that juice (uh-huh)
Now, squeeze all that passionfruit (squeeze)
Ain’t no one fresher than you (woo, fresher)
Ain’t no one fresher than you (woo, fresher)
And if they try to break you, you say

[Pre-Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Pharrell Williams]
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
You’re number one
Down, love
And don’t you doubt it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Stop!
Now, shine

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe]
I got the juice (juice tonight)
I’m the chaser, don’t need a mixer
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I’m the plug and the filter
I got the juice (juice tonight)
How many damn times I got to tell y’all?
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I got the juice (I got the juice tonight)

[Post-Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Pharrell Williams]
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
You’re number one and don’t you doubt it

[Verse 2: Janelle Monáe]
Now go on girl and use that sauce (that sauce)
If you don’t, then that’s your loss (your loss)
If you don’t, then that’s your loss
Turn it up, don’t turn it off
Got everbody looking in your cup (your cup)
You know they wanna drink it up (drink it up)
You know they wanna drink it up (drink it up)
And if they try to take it you say

[Pre-Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Pharrell Williams]
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
You’re number one
Down, love
And don’t you doubt it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Down, love
Don’t think about it
Stop!
Now, shine

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe]
I got the juice (juice tonight)
I’m the chaser, don’t need a mixer
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I’m the plug and the filter
I got the juice (juice tonight)
How many damn times I got to tell y’all?
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I got the juice (I got the juice tonight)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams & Janelle Monáe]
It’s a freak, freak scene in it, yeah, wet, wet dream in it
Wakin’ up like wean in it, me in your jeans in it, yeah
Yellow like pee in it, yeah, oh no, I mean me in it
Know it ain’t lean in it, huh? But it’s got a little kink in it, uh
Kinda make you wanna drink in it, got a little cream in it, yeah
But I feel a little bean in it, yeah, work me up like caffeine in it (hey)
Drippin’ like a extra large but the top is too small, yeah
Here, let me wipe you off
Look inside, I can’t wait to get you home at all, nah
These cupholders are small, uh
Can’t believe what is in it, yeah, tastes like a good time
My brain was foggy in my business, yeah, short-term memory fried (brain on)
What you got, girl, is tough as shit, yeah, can’t nothin’ else fuck with it (hey)
Pressed, please, that fresh squeezed juice, there could never be a supplement (hey)

[Bridge: Janelle Monáe]
Got juice for all my lovers, got juice for all my wives (hey!)
My juice is my religion, got juice between my thighs (hey!)
Now, ask the angels, baby, my juice is so divine (hey!)
Ain’t no juice quite like yours, ain’t no juice quite like mine (hey!)
If you try to grab my pussy cat, this pussy grab you back (hey!)
If you try to grab my pussy cat, this pussy grab you back (hey!)
If you try to grab my pussy cat, this pussy grab you back (hey!)
This pussy grab you back, give you pussy cataracts (hey!)

[Outro: Janelle Monáe]
Yeah, I got the juice, I’m the truth, you can see it
Throw it up, throw it up, I’m the plug when you need it
I’m the truth, I’m the truth, yeah, yeah, I got the juice
Dirty computer, dirty computer
You can break me, break me down, if you want it you can get it
You can take my, take my crown, I don’t want it, I don’t need it
Yeah, yeah, I got the juice, yeah, yeah, I got the juice
Dirty computer, dirty comp…

French Montana – Bring Dem Things Lyrics ft. Pharrell Williams

French Montana – Bring Dem Things Lyrics ft. Pharrell Williams

[Intro: Pharrell Williams, French Montana, & Harry Fraud]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Mane, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

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[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

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[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

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French Montana – Bring Dem Things Lyrics ft. Pharrell Williams

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Cris Cab – Liar Liar

feat. Pharrell Williams

To the night time, she’s burning
Right from the which way she was turning
and I still know the pain,
She brought me live one day
She was always somewhere behind me
Thought that was something she was hiding,
but now I found the TRUTH
The thing she’ll never use!

LIAR, LIAR, she’s on fire
She’s waiting there, around the corner
Just a little aid, and she’ll jump on ya’

It’s a quarter to midnight & she’s leaving
Just when she thought I was sleepin’
And I COULD NOT BELIEVE, the things that
I had seen
When was the right time, I caught her
And she was dead in the water
I found her with her tracks
She heard me, answered back

LIAR LIAR, she’s on fire
She’s waiting there around the corner
Just a little aid, and she’ll jump on ya’

LIAR LIAR, oh oh oh
I need the sun to keep me dry
LIAR LIAR, oh oh oh
The way you got me swimming through your life
LIAR LIAR, oh oh oh
Keep hearing voices in my mind, saying:
Problem with the lifestyle, she’s in denial!

LIAR LIAR, she’s on fire
She’s waiting there around the corner
Just a little aid, and she’ll jump on ya’
LIAR LIAR, she’s on fire
She’s waiting there around the corner
Just a little aid, and she’ll jump on ya’