Fifth Harmony’s ‘Work From Home’ Sparks Coronavirus Memes

When Fifth Harmony released “Work From Home” in 2016, they probably never thought the song would become an anthem of pandemic-induced isolation — and, yet, here we are.

As concern over the global spread of the novel coronavirus grows, the former pop group’s hit has become the unofficial song of social distancing and self-quarantine thanks to a number of savvy memes.

From posts like, “Fifth harmony wrote work from home about the coronavirus,” to the use of clips from the group’s live performance of the song on Jimmy Kimmel Live!, the bop is experiencing a viral renaissance of sorts. And it’s even gotten to the point where “Work From Home” has reportedly jumped 250 chart spots in a single day.

Fifth Harmony’s “Work From Home” ft. Ty Dolla Sign has re-entered the US iTunes chart following coronavirus related memes going viral on twitter. pic.twitter.com/nTh9QNl2MI

— Pop Base (@PopBase) March 12, 2020

Granted, this shouldn’t come as much of a surprise given the number of companies mandating WFH policies and the fact that coronavirus-related memes seem to be everywhere. But amidst all the anxiety, at the very least, this latest batch of memes is adding a little bit of welcome levity during these anxiety-inducing times — and that’s something we can definitely get behind.

See some of our favorite “Work From Home” posts, below.

fifth harmony wrote work from home about the coronavirus

— adm (@adzer08_) March 8, 2020

fifth harmony warned y’all in 2016 pic.twitter.com/qLcOmtb7kM

— adrian ♌︎ (@dojauren) March 13, 2020

Fifth Harmony’s “Work From Home” bout to be the anthem all 2020

— Nathan Graham (@TheNathanGraham) March 11, 2020

hand sanitizer fighting the corona virus pic.twitter.com/lkfB4w6VKU

— zander (@zandirts) March 12, 2020

Coronavirus to everyone pic.twitter.com/7RF5Wa63cM

— reid (@thereidfeed) March 11, 2020

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Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Sleep On Me lyrics

Below are the complete “Don’t Sleep On Me” lyrics by Ty Dolla Sign displayed. These lyrics were added 2 hours ago.

Don’t Sleep On Me lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, don’t creep on me
Ay, got my piece on me
Ay, and you know I’m crazy
Crazy of you
Out of my mind, ain’t no telling what I’d do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switching up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
Remember when you f*cked me in the beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only asked you once
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did her own sh*t for her, what everybody does
We was geeking off the Molly at the festival
Now I’m in the booty club, throwin’ all the ones

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[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some new juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebratin’ on curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
She’s 6’3″ when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you [?]
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jelous bitches be despising me
What does f*ck they from?
Who hidin’?
Fuck them niggas, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang [?]
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
NoDoz, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Pendants, bracelets, diamond chains, got you going off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to f*ck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket, cost me 54 hunnid
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I f*ck with him
You workin’, I seen you, I’m next, you hear
Don’t sleep on me, that’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

Lauren Jauregui – In Your Phone lyrics

Lauren Jauregui with “In Your Phone” ft. Ty Dolla Sign.

In Your Phone lyrics

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Dawsin s breek – Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
I got a brand new coupe,
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park,
I put that b*tch in park.(dawsin s breek)

Brrrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you h**s
Brrrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new h**s
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park.

Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My b*tch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
Versuri-lyrics.info
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in parkkk.(dawsin s breek)
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
Video breek

Can t believe – Kranium feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Kranium – Can t believe

When me touch down
Bed a bruk down
Inna late night, me and her locked down
Shift her draws to the side, ride the shotgun
Mhmmmm
Inna me dark glass, cut-off shorts, Clarks well clean…
Touch the road with mi bloodclaat team
See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
You know say the boss haffi intervene
She say, her man nah give her the time
So, of course, you know say, me go give her the whine
Now she say how me is a one of a kind
And that’s how she became mine
And see it dehhh.(can t believe)

Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God.

She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
She a boss too, she get her own money
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that s**t
I love that s**t versuri-lyrics.info
She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what?
What that nigga got to do with us?
When we’re lost in the moment
And I’m deep in your ocean
I bet he can’t believe that!

Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God.

Now the whole place a talk ’bout the youth from New York that give her the sparks
Inna me straight jeans pants and me Wallabee Clarks
The boy say, how me nuh inna him class?
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Him never know say he woulda lose him girl to a regular youth
Weh a give her all the time, and plus she say, me well cute
And see it deh.

Him can t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God.

My gyal, come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Give me whine so, give me whine so
My gyal, come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Give me likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
Yup!
Pretty gyal, I’ll make you mine
I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you’re really shy
Baby girl, come free your mind
Many love to give, I wanna hold you tight
Baby girl, I’ll hold you tight
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
Baby girl, I want it one more time
Yuuup!

Him can t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh Goddd.
Kranium lyrics
Lyrics believe

Something new – Wiz Khalifa feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Something new

Baby, come give me something new
Baby, come give me something new
‘Cause I can’t stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something new.

God damn, you know who I am
Try to be on the low, but you ain’t slow
Keep my shirt open, eyes low
Get a lot of paper, I know
But you ain’t into that
You like real facts
Like, if you show love, you gon’ get it back
Like, if you f*ck good, you gon’ get it back
Like, if you cook, wanna a real nigga that
Gon’ rep ’till that pus*y like (Uhh uhh)
We can go and get a private room
We can f*ck for one night, ain’t gotta jump the broom
Say your nigga, chill.

Baby, come give me something new
Baby, come give me something new
‘Cause I can’t stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something new.

I can tell you ain’t from ’round here
All that body, baby, it’s not fair
Pull up on that a*s in a drop, yeah
That’s your ex, nigga? I’m dead
Lookin’ for a real one? You found him
California King, we gon’ go bounce on it
No doubt, yeah
Versuri-lyrics.info
Leave your legs shaking
I might sing to that pus*y like la-da-da-di-da
Girl, your s**t so classic, it don’t need no features.

Baby, come give me something neeew
Baby, come give me something neeew
‘Cause I can’t stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something neeew.

Girl, you look just like something out a magazine (Zine)
You smell great, know your body clean (Yeah)
Them niggas been on you since you was a teen (Teen)
Now you grown up, and I’m a boss, I’m just showing love (Love)
Smell like kush when I’m rolling up (Roll)
So much bank, I can fold it up (Fold)
It’s so good, got you calling up (Call)
Tryna kick it with a nigga like, uhh (Brr, oom)

Baby, come give me something neeew
Baby, come give me something neeew
‘Cause I can’t stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something newww.
Wiz Khalifa lyrics
Video new

Dirty Wine – Wizkid feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Wizkid – Dirty Wine

Ohhh
Let me see you dirty wine suh
Ohhhhhh
Go on show me how you wine suh
My shawty dirty wine suh
In the middle of the dance floor
F**k it up when she wine suh
Do your dance for a real one.

Ohhh
Girl is mine tonight
Ohhhh
You know how bad I want it
Girl in the morning
When I’m yawning
Girl is you I’m calling
She steady put it up before me
Versuri-lyrics.info
She never dull me
She give everything up for me.

My girl dirty wiiine suh – my girl dirty wiiine suh
My girl dirty wiiine suuuuh – my girl dirty wiiine suh
Please gimme dirty wiiine suh – please gimme dirty wiiine suh
Please gimme dirty wiiine suh – girl gimme dirty wiiine suh. (x2)

No wonder me call in the morning
Big man ting no dulling
You and I s*x till morning
Pull out the spliff me and you straight burning
Me like the dance and your sexiness
She call on me cos she mad without me (Oh Lord)
Put me at ease when me come out the road
Hold me down don’t let me go.

Ohh
Girl is mine tonight
Ohhhh
You know how bad I want it
Girl in the morning
When I’m yawning
Girl is you I’m calling
She steady put it up before me
She never dull me
She give everything up for me.

My girl dirty wiiine suh – my girl dirty wiiine suh
My girl dirty wiiine suuuuh – girl gimme dirty wiiine suh
Please gimme dirty wiiine suh – Ohh dirty wiiine suh
Please gimme dirty wiiine suh – girl gimme dirty wiiine suh. (x2)

Ohhh
Let me see you dirty wine suh
Ohhhhhh
Go on show me how you wine suh.

My girl dirty wiiine suh – my girl dirty wiiine suh
My girl dirty wiiine suuuuh – girl gimme dirty wiiine suh
Please gimme dirty wineee suh – Ohh dirty wiiine suh
Please gimme dirty wiiine suh – girl gimme dirty wiiine suhhh. (x2)
Wizkid lyrics
Video wine

Move to L.A. – Tyga feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Tyga – Move to L.A.

You should move to L.A. with your best friend. (x7)

‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right.

Now, .. be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
B***h so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, “Get back at it, girl”.

‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right.

Hey mama, won’t you come to T ..
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it versuri-lyrics.info
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight.

Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right.

Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best frienddd.
Tyga lyrics
Video L.A.

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).
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Better on me – Pitbull feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Better on me

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Got a room with a mirror on the roof
Down in the keys keys keys
And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer
To New Year’s Eve with Snoop and Latifah
I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro versuri-lyrics.info
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
You look better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on meee.
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Ty Dolla Sign, Lil Wayne, Imagine Dragons, Wiz Khalifa, Logic – Sucker For Pain lyrics

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m a slave to your games
I’m just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I’m just a sucker for pain (Dolla Sign!)

I’m a sucker for pain
I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles
Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion
We gon’ go to war, yeah, without failure
Do it for the fam, dog, ten toes down, dog
Love and the loyalty that’s what we stand for
Alienated by society, all this pressure give me anxiety
Walk slow through the fire
Like, who gon’ try us?
Feeling the world go against us
So we put the world on our shoulders

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m a slave to your games
I’m just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I’m just a sucker for pain

I been at it with my homies
It don’t matter, you don’t know me
I been rollin’ with my team, we the illest on the scene
I been riding ’round the city with my squad
I been riding ’round the city with my squad
We just posted, getting crazy, living like this is so amazing
Hold up take a step back, when we roll up, cause I know what
We been loyal, we been fam, we the ones you trust in
Won’t hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion
I know I been bustin’, no discussion for my family
No hesitation, through my scope I see my enemy
Like what’s up? Hold up, we finna re-load up
Yes I re-load up, I know what up, I know what up

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m a slave to your games
I’m just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I’m just a sucker for pain

I’m devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I’m dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I’m a fool for pain, I’m a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I’m coming to the crossroads
So I don’t fear shit but tomorrow
And I’m a sucker for pain, it ain’t nothing but pain
You just fuckin’ complain, you ain’t tough as you claim
Just stay up in your lane, just don’t fuck with Lil Wayne
I’mma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
Cause I’m a sucker for pain

Used to doing bad, now we feel like we just now getting it
Ain’t got no other way so we started and finished it
No pain, no gain
Never stand down, made our own way
Never going slow, we pick up the pace
This is what we wanted from a young age
No emotion, that’s what business is
Lord have mercy on the witnesses

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m just a sucker for pain

More pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging

So good – Zara Larsson feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Zara Larsson – So good

So good, so good, so gooood, so gooood
You know my love is
So gooood, so gooood, so gooood, so gooood
You know my love is.

My love is more potent than anything in the cup that you’re holdin’
One little taste will have you open
Aye, I know you want some, you want some
Too strong, no limits
It’s not official, so take your time with it
It go straight to your head, control your mind with it
Aye, I know you want some, you want some.

You know that I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe.

You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so gooood, so gooood, so gooood
You know my love is
So gooood, so gooood, so gooood, so gooood
You know my love is.

My love, ain’t running out
Got a endless supply, there’ll never be a drought
I put you to sleep, you’ll never leave your house
Aye, I know you want, know you want some.

You know that I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe.

You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so gooood, so gooood, so gooood
You know my love is
So gooood, so gooood, so gooood, so gooood
You know my love is.

Girl, your love so good, girl
Got me comin’ back for seconds, what’s good, girl?
Got me clearin’ out my schedule, tryna link up
Girl you know you ’bout to get that thang beat up
When I pull up, you know what I came for
Dolla lay the pipe, keep some dope D for you
Put your body straight to sleep
I got you wakin’ up thankin’ me.

You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
You got me stuck on that, your love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
Oooh yeahhh
My love, my love
My love
So good, so goooood, so gooood, so goooood
So gooood
You know my love is
Yeahhhh
So gooood, so gooood, so gooood, so goooood
You know my love isss.
Zara Larsson lyrics
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Blessings – Lecrae feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Lecrae – Blessings

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings.

Yah, yaaah, yahhh
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Line ’em up, line ’em up, line ’em up
Swear the sun shinin’ on me in my huddle
No matter the trouble surroundin’ us
They don’t see that it’s a lot of us
Everybody move anonymous
Won’t take that credit, I know where we get it
Them blessings be comin’ from God above
I was doin’ all kinda bad
Where the choir at? Tell ’em I need a verse
Hit the pew and tell God he’s first
Hit the studio to body a verse
I remember pushin’ mama’s little white Hyundai with no gas money
I just bought a car, cash money
I ain’t even tryna brag on it
I just tell it how it really is
I ain’t trippin’, they ain’t feelin’ this
I ain’t sayin’ I deserve nothin’
I’m just tryna talk about the benefits
I’ve been punchin’ in the clock
Tryna keep the kitchen stocked
Man it’s a blessin’ ’cause we ain’t ever had a lot
But all we need is all we got.

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings. (x2)

I put my mama in the crib, said, “Stop stressin’”
I put my girl in a brand new diamond necklace
She said she need more of my love and affection
‘Cause lately I’ve been workin’ harder than ever
She said, “Baby, you a boss, baby, clear your schedule
Dolla you a boss, let’s do somethin’ special
Take me on a PJ, we should go to Mexico
I’ve been down for you, boy since when the money was low”
Anything for my bae ’cause she a blessing
If you woke up this morning it’s a blessing.

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings. (x2)

I took so many losses
Coulda lost it
Left ’em leakin’ like a faucet
Almost cost me
Everything that I got, all of my fam
Part of the plan
I was eatin’ fried bologna out of the pan
Y’all don’t understand
I was tryna get it
I’m in that studio tryna keep it pushin’
Petty pies, boy I kept ’em cookin’
All I needed was the Mary Mary
But the god in me was havin’ commentary, woo!
I got angels all around like Anita Baker
Blessings fallin’ in line, guess I need a taper
And every loss is a lesson
Tell my haters I confess
Treat ’em like the green bubbles on the iPhone
I probably never read the message.

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessingsss.
Lecrae lyrics
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I think she like me – Rick Ross feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This the fliest shit ever
This that rich forever part 2
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Layin’ in my bed, I’m under these gold chandeliers
Can’t say too many names in here these kinda years
Night sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice cube lookin’ nigga, you know life a bitch
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was the boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin’
Who else could flip a chorus into 40 million
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
8 felonies, tellin’ me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust really, gotta do it twice
Ricky Runardo, really when I’m in Portugal
I pull a yacht out this weekend, I’m fuckin’ so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin’ in the grass
Tom Brady my new nig but you can tell ’em that

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m sexin’ women, I don’t fish her out
I gas her up and let her lick me down
I may name my daughter Hermes
Get my jeweler to decorate the new birds nest
20 million up in Merrill Lynch
I met his chick, he haven’t seen her since
Through the city, I’m still floatin’ like a magic carpet
She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
It’s special once you thinkin’ send your kids to college
Or be a geechi nigga just to keep the Bentley polished
Do it for the dear departed, fuck up Ben Carson
And [?], you made a nigga a target
Only one that’s smokin’ up in Gome and Saks
When I’m the only one that’s rollin’ like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
‘Cause I never put on for the government

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
‘Cause you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I’m rathful lemon mixed with young Wale, Folarin
Starin’ in my safe, I’m rather safe than sorry
Dede, Jigga, only two niggas comin’ for me
I park the caddy in my livin’ room
Pussy niggas lookin’ for me, I’ma give it to him
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimmin’ pool
If her pussy dry, call her beetle juice
I’m baby makin’ in the Malvides
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
I’m the fliest nigga on his bassline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I’m cashin’ in like the Kardashians
My paralysed homie snuck a ratchet in

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
‘Cause you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me