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  • Example – All U Need Lyrics (feat. Karen Harding)

    Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
    Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
    Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
    Your body made me write a new song today

    You know what I like so
    If you wanna go, I’ll go
    Don’t do it like the book
    Don’t give me that look like
    Like American Psycho
    You had me on arrival
    And if we’re going to go viral
    I don’t want to be a wife
    When I’m singing for my life on American Idol

    You don’t have to treat me like I’m princess Jasmine
    Fly me round the world or buy me stuff
    Take me to my room until we both can’t stand it
    All you need to bring is your love
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need to bring is your love
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need to bring is your love

    Sending me screen-grabs, sending me stills
    Got your voice in my head still when the melody kills
    I ain’t even take you shopping out in Beverly Hills
    Head over heals off your ecstasy
    In the middle of the night when you’re next to me
    And in the middle of the day when you says to me
    And the way you show me the specialities [?]
    Head to head with me, open sesame
    Whatever the time will allow us
    I don’t care who’s wearing the trousers
    Threw the flowers in the bin
    When I met her in the doorway
    We can do it your way
    What’s your forte?
    Hours and hours of wow in my tower [?]
    Show me your powers
    Only stop for a shower

    Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
    Your body made me write a new song today

    You don’t have to treat me like I’m princess Jasmine
    Fly me round the world or buy me stuff
    Take me to my room until we both can’t stand it
    All you need to bring is your love
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need to bring is your love
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need to bring is your love

    Whatever you dreamt of
    Whatever you feel
    I’ll put you on the pedestal
    The pleasure is real
    Got me bidding for you
    Everything incredibly thrilled
    I didn’t pay a single penny
    ‘Cause you’re seventy mil
    You’ve got the body of a Purple Aventador
    I never knew the human body so flexible
    And if whatever you just did was intentional
    Not be sensible
    f*ck conventional
    And the moment you doubt you pulled it off today
    ‘Cause you’ve done yourself proud from the off, okay?
    Only throw in the towel if you want to babe
    Yeah, Your body made me write a new song today

    A couple of months gone and I’m writing your an album
    Step into the limelight
    Didn’t know the outcome
    [?] Magically consummate
    You’re Harry Potter showing off his new wand today

    All you need, need to bring
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need to bring is your love
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need, need to bring
    All you need to bring is your love


  • Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
    I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
    She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
    New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
    I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
    I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
    I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
    I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
    I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
    I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
    I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
    I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
    I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
    You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
    I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
    I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
    I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
    Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
    Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
    Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
    Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
    I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
    She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
    New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
    I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
    I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

    [Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
    Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
    Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
    Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
    Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
    I can never rat, I can stack the chips
    I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
    I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
    I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
    Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
    Louboutin chest, under my neck
    I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
    V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
    I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
    I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
    Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
    Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
    I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
    She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
    New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
    I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
    I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin


  • Nicole Murphy Celebrates 50th Birthday With Drake

    Nicole Murphy celebrated her 50th birthday at a posh party in Beverly Hills where Drake was in attendance.

    You can hardly tell that Eddie Murphy’s baby mama is 50 because she would rival plenty females in their 30s. The model celebrated her big five O on Friday night at a super exclusive bash in Bev Hills. Drake was at the party all suited up and lots of Virginia Black whiskey was flowing. Nicole Murphy famously appeared in the recent advertisement for Drake’s whiskey brand where the 6 God and his dad Dennis Graham also appeared in.

    “Thank you @champagnepapi & @virginiablackwhiskey for celebrating my 50th Birthday with me…. #birthday #drake #michaelcostello #virginiablack,” she wrote on IG.

    There are already some rumors about Drake and Nicole dating but we’re told that they are just friends and Drizzy just came out to support her. TMZ paparazzi caught up with her last night heading into a restaurant with her mom where she was told that GQ named her the hottest 50 of the year. “That’s sweet thank you, thank you GQ,” she said.

    It’s a new year 2018 embracing my 50 years on this planet. ? #nicolemurphy @cka4life #birthdaygirl @shayneaudra_ @beyonce #drunkenlove

    A post shared by Nicole Murphy (@nikimurphy) on Jan 6, 2018 at 7:57am PST

    My kids are grown now so now it’s time to spoil myself. So for my Birthday I got this ???? #mynewcar #nicolemurphy #birthdaygirl #birthdaygift jumpsuit by @michaelcostello

    A post shared by Nicole Murphy (@nikimurphy) on Jan 5, 2018 at 9:34pm PST

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  • Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)

    [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
    Drank
    Young Money

    [Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
    Love in a thousand different flavors
    I wish that I could taste them all tonight
    No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
    So you should bring all your friends
    I swear that a-all y’all my type

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

    [Hook: Jason Derulo]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
    Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
    Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
    My pinky-ring bigger than his
    Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
    Dolla got too many girls, ay
    Met her out in Beverly Hills
    All she wear is red bottom heels
    When she back it up, put it on the Snap
    When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
    DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
    Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

    [Hook: Jason Derulo]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
    Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
    He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
    He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
    I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
    How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
    I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
    Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
    When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
    I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
    Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
    I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
    My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

    [Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la

    [Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
    Young Money
    Swalla-la-la
    J.D
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Derulo


  • Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

    [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
    Drank
    Young Money

    [Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
    Love in a thousand different flavors
    I wish that I could taste them all tonight
    No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
    So you should bring all your friends
    I swear that to a-all y’all my type

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

    [Hook: Jason Derulo]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
    Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
    Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
    My pinky-ring bigger than his
    Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
    Dolla got too many girls, ay
    Met her out in Beverly Hills
    All she wear is red bottom heels
    When she back it up, put it on the Snap
    When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
    DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
    Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

    [Hook: Jason Derulo]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
    Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
    He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
    He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
    I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
    How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
    I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
    Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
    When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
    I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
    Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
    I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
    My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

    [Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la

    [Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
    Young Money
    Swalla-la-la
    J.D
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Derulo


  • Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)

    [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
    Drank
    Young Money

    [Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
    Love in a thousand different flavors
    I wish that I could taste them all tonight
    No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
    So you should bring all your friends
    I swear that to a-all y’all my type

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

    [Hook: Jason Derulo]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
    Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
    Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
    My pinky-ring bigger than his
    Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
    Dolla got too many girls, ay
    Met her out in Beverly Hills
    All she wear is red bottom heels
    When she back it up, put it on the Snap
    When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
    DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
    Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

    [Hook: Jason Derulo]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
    Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
    He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
    He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
    I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
    How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
    I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
    Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
    When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
    I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
    Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
    I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
    My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

    [Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

    [Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (drank)
    Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la

    [Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
    Young Money
    Swalla-la-la
    J.D
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swalla-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Derulo


  • Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

    Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

    Love in a thousand different flavors
    I wish that I could taste them all tonight
    No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
    So you should bring all your friends
    I swear that to a-all y’all my type.(swalla)

    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, oohhh.

    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swallaaa-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swallaaa-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal.

    Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
    Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
    Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
    My pinky-ring bigger than his
    Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
    Dolla got too many girls, ay
    Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels
    When she back it up, put it on the Snap
    When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
    DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
    Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that.

    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh.

    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swallaaa-la-la versuri-lyrics.info
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swallaaa-la-la
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    My freaky, freaky gyal.

    Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
    He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
    He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
    I’m that b*tch, and he know, he know
    How y’all wife’in these thots? You don’t get wins for that
    I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
    Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
    When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
    I gave these b*tches two years, now your time’s up
    Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
    I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
    My shit slappin’ like dude did Lebron’s nuts.

    All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
    Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’.

    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (my love) (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
    Swalla-la-la
    Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
    Swallaaa-la-la (swallaaa-la-la)
    Swallaaa-la-la.

    Young Money
    Swallaaa-la-la
    J.D
    Freaky, freaky gyal
    Swallaaa-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swallaaa-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Swallaaa-la-la
    My freaky, freaky gyal
    Derulooo.
    Jason Derulo lyrics
    Video Jason Derulo


  • Nicki Minaj – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

    [Hook]
    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    [Verse 1]
    Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
    Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
    Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
    When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
    Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
    Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
    ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
    You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
    Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
    Oh, this is Missoni
    Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
    Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
    Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
    Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
    I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
    Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

    [Hook]
    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    [Post-Hook]
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

    [Verse 2]
    TBA

    [Hook]
    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    [Post-Hook]
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

    [Bridge]
    He said, “Arch your back”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    He said, “Kiss my neck”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    Talk dirty in my ear
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    He said, “Arch your back”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    He said, “Kiss my neck”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    Talk dirty in my ear
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

    [Hook]
    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    [Post-Hook]
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Nah I ain’t gon’ do it


  • NICKI MINAJ – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
    Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
    Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
    When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
    Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
    Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
    ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
    You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
    Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
    Oh, this is Missoni
    Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
    Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
    Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
    Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
    I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
    Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

    He said, “Arch your back”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    He said, “Kiss my neck”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    Talk dirty in my ear
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    He said, “Arch your back”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    He said, “Kiss my neck”
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    Talk dirty in my ear
    I ain’t gon’ do it
    I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

    Gold in my champagne
    Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
    Probably just like your dick game
    So I don’t need to know your name
    Don’t you see these on my feet?
    Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
    That’s a shame
    Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Do it for the niggas
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
    Nah I ain’t gon’ do it


  • Weezer – Beverly Hills

    Where I come from isn’t all that great
    My automobile is a piece of crap
    My fashion sense is a little whack
    And my friends are just as screwy as me

    I didn’t go to boarding schools
    Preppy girls never looked at me
    Why should they, I ain’t nobody
    Got nothing in my pocket

    Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills

    Look at all those movie stars
    They’re all so beautiful and clean
    When the housemaids scrub the floors
    They get the spaces in between

    I wanna live a life like that
    I wanna be just like a king
    Take my picture by the pool
    ‘Cause I’m the next big thing in

    Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills

    The truth is
    I don’t stand a chance
    It’s something that you’re born into
    And I just don’t belong

    No I don’t, I’m just a no-class beat-down fool
    And I will always be that way (yes you will)
    I might as well enjoy my life
    And watch the stars play

    Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (gimme gimme) (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills

    Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills (yeah)
    Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills (gimme gimme)
    Living in Beverly Hills


  • G Herbo – Fight Or Flight (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

    [Verse 1]
    My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!"
    And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!
    I’m just giving you the real
    Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
    I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed
    Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
    And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself
    Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
    So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else
    So I don’t care ’bout no one else
    Just my family and myself
    Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’
    In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
    About me, you, or nobody else
    And it’s cool
    I’m still livin’ over East
    We still chillin’, sippin’ lean
    Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’
    We still winnin’
    We just fightin’ to survive
    It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
    They used to say…

    [Hook]
    Never quit, never give in
    Hey, don’t you quit
    Never give in (2x)

    [Verse 2]
    Lil Herb, I’m the actual
    Hottest young nigga comin’ out the murder capital
    Spit lyrics that when real niggas hear it they just capture you
    But don’t let it capture you
    They like, "Fuck who went before you, who the hottest after you?"
    That actual answer is unanswerable
    Haters try to answer, but who the fuck was askin’ you?
    And it’s true, I’m the truth
    I just grind, no excuse
    And broke niggas I won’t stoop to a level low as you
    I gotta get it, I ain’t down with it
    All the shit I did, I can’t slip
    So I’m dying with it
    Any nigga try and get it!
    They try to be with it
    See me? I gotta be with it!
    Won’t ever leave my squad, but I can’t put my family in it
    My family in it, can’t confuse family with business
    NO LIMIT MB, we’ll fuck ya family nigga
    It’s family dinner, break bread everyday
    Pray my circle never break
    And I can hear my momma say, "Look…"

    [Hook]
    Never quit, never give in
    Hey, don’t you quit
    Never give in (2x)


  • DJ Khaled – I Got The Keys lyrics

    [Intro]
    DJ Khaled: We The Best music!
    Jay Z: Oh, this what we doin’ here
    DJ Khaled: Another one!
    Jay Z: I’ma have to put my jewelry on for this one
    Future: Wraith talk, Wraith talk
    Oh, we talkin’ that Wraith talk
    Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin’ that safe talk
    DJ Khaled: Major key alert!
    Jay Z: Oh, we good now
    Future: Major bag alert
    DJ Khaled: DJ Khaled!

    [Hook: Future]
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
    I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    [Verse 1: Jay Z]
    Niggas always asking me the key
    ‘Til you own your own you can’t be free
    ‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me
    How we still slaves in 2016?
    Key to life, keep a bag comin’
    Every night another bag comin’
    I ain’t been asleep since ’96
    I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
    I been speedin’ through life with no safety belt
    One on one with the corner, with no safety help
    I perform like Josh Norman, I ain’t normal, nigga
    Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga
    That Wraith talk, that’s foreign, nigga
    Special cloth talk here
    All my niggas from the mud damn near
    All my niggas millionares
    We gon’ take it there, I swear
    You gon’ think a nigga’s psychic
    You ain’t seen nothin’ like this
    I should probably copyright this
    I promise they ain’t gonna like this

    [Hook: Future]
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
    I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys

    [Post-Hook: Future]
    Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
    Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
    Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
    No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

    [Verse 2: Jay Z]
    I got a bag for lawyers, like, “Fuck your charges!”
    Hop out the courtroom, like, “What charges?”
    Big pimpin’ on your court steps
    Case y’all ain’t notice, I ain’t lost yet
    Y’all know it’s one of one
    Soon as you hear that uh, uh, uh
    Y’all know the difference right
    From rap facts and fiction, right?
    Real life I’m like HOV
    Real life I’m life goals
    In real life they’re like me?
    In real life I’m like, “No.”
    My swag different, that bag different
    My wife Beyoncé, I brag different
    My baby Blue (What else?) I dream in color (What else?)
    That’s too much flavor (What else?) I don’t rap to suckas (Ha!)
    God bless you all, I only talk special talk
    I only talk special cloth
    Said I only talk special, ah!

    [Hook: Future]
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
    I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys

    [Post-Hook: Future]
    Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
    Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
    Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
    No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

    [Interlude: DJ Khaled & Future]
    I got the keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys to all success!
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    We the best!
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    Roc Nation! Freebandz!
    Secure the bag alert
    Alert, alert, alert, alert, alert, alert
    Alert, alert, alert, alert, we got ’em alert

    [Hook: Future]
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
    I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
    I got the keys, keys, keys
    I got the keys, keys, keys