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  • Justin Quiles – DJ No Pare Lyrics

    [Letra de “DJ No Pare”]

    [Intro]
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Dice que él termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
    La nena se está conservando (-vando)
    Me mira y me sigue esperando (Esperando)
    Si llego va a coger el mando y caliente le mando
    Caliente le mando

    [Coro]
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

    [Verso 1]
    La fiesta no se acaba, baby, síguelo (Síguelo)
    Que esto es hasta mañana, ven, pégamelo (Pégamelo)
    Si te gusta lo que sientes sólo dímelo (Dímelo)
    Y más tarde en la noche te complazco yo
    A mí me gusta afincao’, tu cuerpo pegao’ (Pegao’)
    Pa’ decirte lo más que me ha gustao’ (Gustao’)
    DJ, póngale el ritmo acelerao’
    Pa’ que mueva lo que en el gym ha trabajao’

    [Pre-Coro]
    Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’? (Toa’)
    Las que bellaquean, las que colaboran (-boran)
    Las que lo twerkean como a 100 por hora
    Y sin mirar la hora (La hora)

    [Coro]
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar

    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

    [Verso 2]
    Estacionen sus vehículos
    Que el party no acaba, te lo digo yo (Digo yo)
    Vamos, DJ, repítelo
    Una sí, una no, una sí, una no (Una no)
    Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
    Hazte dueña del terreno (Terreno, terreno)
    Que ahorita me adueño yo
    Y te sueno como viernes de estreno (Estreno)

    [Coro]
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)
    Ojalá que nunca pare el DJ de sonar
    Pa’ que siga el baile (Baile)
    Él dice que termina a la tres, pero yo le pagué
    Pa’ que siga a las diez (Las diez)

    [Puente]
    Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a–van a–van, las que, van a toa’, van a, van a…?
    Oh-ah, ¿dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’?
    (Muévelo) Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
    Van a-van a-van a, las que–
    (Muévelo) Dale, mami, muévelo (Muévelo)
    ¿Dónde están las nenas que se van a toa’? (Toa’, toa’)

    [Outro]
    Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
    Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
    J Quiles, baby (Baby, baby)
    Ay, Justin Quiles, mami (Mami, mami)
    Dímelo Flow, Dímelo Flow
    Rich Music
    Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
    Simón dice-dice, yeah


  • El Alfa – Mueve La Cadera Lyrics (feat. Kiko El Crazy)

    [Letra de “Mueve La Cadera”]

    [Coro: El Alfa]
    Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

    [Post-Coro: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Qué pampara)
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Wuh)

    [Verso 1: El Alfa]
    Tiene’ que moverlo-verlo, tú sabe’ moverlo-verlo
    Cuando ella lo baila-baila tú tiene’ que verlo-verlo
    Se compró Jeepeta, apartamento y no trabaja
    Ella es demasiado linda, ‘tá nueva de caja
    Le gustan lo’ problema’, la’ hookah y la’ pastilla’
    Tú ere’ un palomón, manito, ella te lleva milla’
    Tú ‘tá claro que El Alfa se respeta
    Abre la boca y asopla mi trompeta

    [Instrumental Break]

    [Coro: El Alfa]
    Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

    [Post-Coro: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Jajaja)
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha (Qué pampara)
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

    [Verso 2: Kiko El Crazy]
    Mueva la cadera, deje su loquera
    Yo soy el Crazy, la pampara nueva
    El marí’o tuyo conmigo te cela
    Pero yo ando trucho por ti hasta que tú me lo mueva’
    Tú ere’ de Lo’ Mina’ y te conocí en Herrera
    Tú ere’ la que da la pampara con la cadera
    Tú ere’ de Lo’ Mina’ y te conocí en Herrera
    Tú ere’ la que da la pampara con la cadera (-dera; yeah)

    [Puente: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
    Yo arriba y tu abajo
    Yo arriba y tu abajo

    [Instrumental Break: Kiko El Crazy]
    ¡Prra!
    ¡Ging, ging!

    [Coro: El Alfa]
    Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha, cha)
    Mueve la cadera (Cha-cha-cha)

    [Post-Coro: El Alfa]
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
    Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

    [Puente: El Alfa & Kiko El Crazy]
    Yo arriba y tu abajo
    Yo arriba y tu abajo
    Yo arriba y tu abajo
    Yo arriba y tu abajo

    [Instrumental Break: El Alfa]
    Yeh
    Wah
    Yao’

    [Outro: El Alfa]
    ¡Yao’!
    El Alfa El Jefe
    El animal, el criminal, the best
    And the Kiko El Crazy
    Chael
    DJ’s sin nombres
    I’m feeling myself, niggas, ¡yao’! (Wup)
    f*ck that shit, nigga, brr


  • Lil’ B – I No M Bleek Lyrics

    [Intro]
    They gotta love it
    You know what I’m saying
    Gutta Dealership
    Why play around
    Never been faking

    [Verse]
    All I do is spin with the DJ
    I got the dope money on replay
    I throw my set up in his face
    I told the bitch suck my dick this way
    After she done, go that way
    Keep the bitch out, no backpage
    Ayy, she a lesbian but what does that say
    She a freak, backdoor
    That backdoor on the fleek
    Four runner, four runner, that’s me
    Waterfront, waterfront, Lil B
    Ocean view right there with the heat
    Catch me, catch me on 7th street

    f*ck around nigga, I know Memphis Bleek
    f*ck around bitch, I know Jay-Z
    (BasedGod)

    [Outro]
    That Gutta Dealership stretch, you know what I’m saying
    You can drive a car damn damn near across the motherf*cking country nigga
    You see niggas jogging around that motherf*cker, you know you definitely could drive
    You know what I’m saying, Gutter Dealership
    Man we got stores everywhere
    You know I love you man, stay positive
    Like I said it’s your Lil B man, f*ck with me


  • New Boyz – Fm$ (freak My Shit) Lyrics

    I could fall off today
    But still steal a famous nigga hoe, I’m a young fly nigga fa sho

    Okay, now put your ass, on my dick, and pose that shit
    Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
    Bitch freak my shit
    Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
    Bitch freak my shit

    I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    Shout out to the f*cking DJ for playing this shit

    [Legacy:]
    Ass all over me
    Drunk It’s the only way I’m supposed to be
    My ex say I’m trippin’, the money made me different
    I said bitch you just addicted, because of what the dick did
    Do you like this position? Do you like this position?
    Is that sip you sipping get you interested in kissing women?
    Is it f*ck your inhibition?
    Fu-f*ck your inhibition?
    Then bring that ass back, like it’s stuck in intermission
    Ay
    Cute chick with her hair curly
    She ride a dick till it get early
    Her p*ssy clean but she dance dirty
    f*ck me you getting blown out, bitch I am Kirby
    We been makin’ love too long, do me like your nigga gone
    Do me like your nigga gone
    The baddest girls in LA, in the bay, and I do ’em even when I’m on break

    So if I fall off today
    Still steal a famous nigga hoe, I’m a young fly nigga fa sho

    Okay, now put your ass, on my dick, and pose that shit
    Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
    Bitch freak my shit
    Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit

    Bitch freak my shit
    I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    Shout out to the f*cking DJ for playing this shit
    Ay

    [Ben J:]
    If your bitch came up to me, homie that’s mackin’
    Swag killing you on what you call your best outfit
    Plenty more so it’s fo sure we getting on these whores
    Have an orgy in this bitch, no more locked doors
    You a wall flower, and I’m West known
    But I got my Jordan’s on, so don’t step on em
    Be up here in flexing, I might have to drop it homes
    Tell the mother f*cking DJ to turn the Waka on
    But I’mma turn it down, because there’s too much p*ssy
    Throw my GoGo at these Birds Bird
    Call em whoopees
    Can’t do it such as fast, come on girl make it juicy
    Dancin’ on me, african booty booty call her Judy
    Tonight its going down, I only came out here for work
    I said I liked ya girl, but actions speak louder than words
    I didn’t do nothing that bitch came onto me first
    I can’t lie I had some money; told that bitch to work. hah
    (told that bitch to work)

    (Put your ass on my dick, o-on my dick, o-on my dick)

    Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
    Bitch freak my shit
    Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
    Bitch freak my shit
    I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancin’ with
    I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
    I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancin’ with
    Shout out to the f*ckin’ DJ for playin’ this shit


  • King Von – No Flaws Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    No flaws
    King Von
    I ain’t got no flaws
    No flaws
    King Von
    DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

    [Chorus]
    I ain’t got no flaws
    So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
    I brush my teeth, then floss
    These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
    Boy, I got all this sauce
    Foreign bitches be on me
    Got diamonds in my watch
    I can’t tell what time it is

    [Verse 1]
    Bitch, get out, now walk
    Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
    And he outlined in chalk
    All my bullets RIP’s
    She left me, haha
    Man, these hoes be so funny
    And you know how I rock
    All these hoes in love with me
    When I pull up, they run
    All the opps, they run from me
    And they call me King Von
    K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

    [Chorus]
    I ain’t got no flaws
    So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
    I brush my teeth, then floss
    These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
    Boy, I got all this sauce
    Foreign bitches be on me
    Got diamonds in my watch
    I can’t tell what time it is

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t wanna talk
    Baby, don’t you talk to me
    And my new house, I bought
    Closet big, come walk in it
    And three-car my garage
    I just put a horse in it
    I don’t like her no more
    It ain’t no point in forcing it
    And Von, he the G.O.A.T
    I be ducking all the pigs
    I turn up at my shows
    I swear I love all my fans

    [Chorus]
    I ain’t got no flaws
    So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
    I brush my teeth, then floss
    These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
    Boy, I got all this sauce
    Foreign bitches be on me
    Got diamonds in my watch
    I can’t tell what time it is
    I ain’t got no flaws
    So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
    I brush my teeth, then floss
    These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
    Boy, I got all this sauce
    Foreign bitches be on me
    Got diamonds in my watch
    I can’t tell what time it is


  • R.E.M. – Radio Song Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: KRS-One]
    Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
    Yo, turn to that station

    [Refrain: Michael Stipe]
    The world is collapsing around our ears
    I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

    [Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
    When I got to the house and I called you out
    I could tell that you had been crying, crying
    It’s that same sing song on the radio
    It makes me sad
    I meant to turn it off
    To say goodbye
    To leave in quiet
    See ya!
    That radio song
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hup, hup

    [Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
    I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
    I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
    Look into my eyes
    Listen

    [Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
    When I got to the show
    Yo, ho, ho
    I could tell that you had been crying, crying
    It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
    DJ sucks!
    It makes me sad
    I tried to turn it off
    Turn it off!
    To say goodbye, my love
    That radio song
    Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

    [Refrain: Michael Stipe]
    The world is collapsing around our ears
    I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
    Yeah

    [Ad-lib: KRS-One]
    Yeah
    Baby, baby, baby, baby
    Hup, hup

    [Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
    I tried to sing along
    But damn that radio song
    Yeah
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey

    [Refrain: Michael Stipe]
    I’ve everything to show
    (Everything to show)
    I’ve everything to hide
    (Everything to hide)
    Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
    I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
    No, I can’t hear it

    [Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
    Hey, hey, hey
    Say what?
    Hey, hey, hey
    Let me do that with you
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    Yeah, boom!
    Hey, hey, hey
    Say what, say what, say what?
    Hey, hey, hey
    Check it out!

    [Outro: KRS-One]
    What are you saying? What are you playing?
    Who are you obeying day out and day in?
    Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
    That stuff is driving me crazy
    DJs communicate to the masses
    Sex and violent classes
    Now our children grow up prisoners
    All their lives, radio listeners!


  • Missy Elliott – Cool Off Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

    [Refrain]
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
    Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

    [Verse 1]
    Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
    I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
    Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
    It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
    ‘Round like a ceiling fan
    ‘Round like a ceiling fan
    ‘Round like a ceiling fan
    ‘Round like a ceiling fan

    [Refrain]
    Cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off

    [Verse 2]
    Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
    Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
    Four, feel like Jay-Z
    Four, feel like Jay-Z
    Four, feel like Jay-Z
    Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

    [Refrain]
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

    [Verse 3]
    Play this again, I’m finna win
    Finna go off, finna go in
    Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
    And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
    Body shaped like a fisheye lens
    I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
    Cool off ’til I feel the wind
    Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
    Way too high to get over me
    Way too low to get under my skin
    All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
    I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

    [Interlude]
    Cool off
    Woo
    Cool off, woo (Stop)
    Woo

    [Refrain]
    Cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Cool off, cool off, cool off
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it
    Do it, do it, do it, do it


  • Lil B – Rhode Island Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah, nigga, I’ma talk about BasedWorld, man
    These niggas talk about I did what?
    I got so many motherfuckin’ bitches
    (Fuck it! Talk to a nigga!
    I know the BasedGod!)

    [Verse 1]
    I know the BasedGod, yeah
    Catch me out in Rhode Island (swag)
    I’ma fuck yo’ bitch till she cryin’
    All my young niggas wildin’
    Albany, bitch, we gettin’ violent
    Tell that nigga quit hidin’
    Tell that fat nigga I’m the real don
    I’ma fuck his bitch where the hills are

    [Hook]
    Rhode Island!
    Shout out Rhode Island! (Figaro!)

    [Verse 2]
    I’ma give money to the DJ (swag)
    I’ma tell that nigga go replay
    I know Lil B
    Yeah, nigga, I know Lil B
    Shout out to the BasedGod
    Nigga, I said “thank you BasedGod”
    Huh? It ain’t no fuckin’ drop
    Huh? (Woo!) Yeah, nigga, we gon’ fuckin’ drop
    Another body drop, it’s OK
    It’s OK
    Give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
    Gotta say
    Take that hoodie off, bitch, you look gay
    You look gay
    All my niggas goin’ dumb up in the bay
    In the bay

    [Hook]
    Rhode Island!
    Shout out Rhode Island!


  • Lil Durk – Bora Bora Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

    [Chorus]
    All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
    I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
    Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
    I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
    I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
    I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
    Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
    I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

    [Verse 1]
    Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
    Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
    Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
    We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
    Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
    Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
    Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
    Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

    [Chorus]
    All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
    I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
    Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
    I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
    I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
    I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
    Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
    I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

    [Verse 2]
    Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
    Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
    I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
    I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
    Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
    Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
    Hunnid rounds on him now
    Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…

    [Chorus]
    All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
    I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
    Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
    I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
    I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
    I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
    Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
    I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act


  • Tory Lanez – TOUCHDOWN Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Fort Lauda-
    Doe go round di order
    Watch nuh bad man ting, some bad bwoy ting, zeen?

    [Verse 1]
    Yo, mi just touch dung inna London (hmm mmm)
    Break up di tree lemme bun one
    Mi send gyal fi di gun man
    Disrespect, we a done man
    From mi touch dung New York
    Spend money we nuh do talk
    Front end hot, mi need fi cool off
    High grade mi buss two cough (*cough cough*)
    See dem a pree me
    Cause we a get gyal easy
    Scammer friends have CC
    Walk through, everything free, yuh nuh easy
    We ago link in Toronto
    Weed affi bun inna fronto
    Mi nuh have time fi nuh convo
    Yo my gyal, fawud to di condo
    When mi ex wah text me
    So mi know say mi look sexy
    Badmind people dem vex me
    Bwoy dem wah fi arrest me
    Likkle pussy bwoy dem
    This time, fuck off gyal dem fi di fifth time
    Feds wah di man dem shipped off
    Lift up di finger, pish posh
    Likkle- mi say “who you?”
    Mi clothes and mi shoes dem new new
    When di man dem approach like “who’s who?”
    Every bloodclaat bwoy inna mi crew shoot

    [Bridge]
    Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
    Buss two shot fi di DJ
    When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
    Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
    Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
    Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

    [Verse 2]
    Yo, mi step out the trap inna Brampton
    Mi know say mi look handsome
    VC, this a di anthem
    Big batty gyal inna mi phantom
    See me just land inna Miami
    Di ting weh mi bring is a eye candy
    Hennessey straight, we nuh buy Brandy
    Lay pon di beach, tan line sandy
    When mi land inna yaad
    Every bloodclaat ting mad
    Bless up di yutes and mi dawgs
    Free up Kartel, World Boss
    Mi done off di stage in di venue
    Run it up at the Holt Renfrew
    Bless up di dawgs we a send through
    Jerk inna OVO menu

    [Bridge]
    Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
    Buss two shot fi di DJ
    When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
    Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
    Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
    Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face
    Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
    Buss two shot fi di DJ
    When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
    Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
    Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
    Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face


  • Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Durk]
    In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
    Smellin’ good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
    Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
    Mari beats, turn me up, up

    [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
    It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
    Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
    Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
    I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
    Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
    Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
    Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
    You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
    I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
    I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
    You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
    He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)

    [Verse 2: Lil Durk]
    I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
    Everything too real, be honest
    Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
    Came a long way hopping fences
    Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
    But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
    I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
    I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
    100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
    100K flood out the Patek
    West coast we hot in (JoJo)
    Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
    Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
    Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
    Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
    Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
    I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
    You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
    He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

    [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
    Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
    Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
    Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
    She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
    She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
    Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
    Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
    Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
    Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
    I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
    You a dub now, I’m finessing you

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
    I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
    You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
    He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

    [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
    It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
    Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
    Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
    I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)


  • Chris Brown – Like This Lyrics

    [Verse: 1]
    Only one conversation
    Getting you to my place, yeah
    We can have a situation
    All you gotta do is say yeah
    But do you really wanna stop now
    You already let me see
    What it could be
    And right now I don’t want you to go without me

    [Chorus]
    It seems like every time
    I tried to get through to you
    Try to slip my way, baby
    In my mind we get this right, eh
    You decide to stay
    Wasn’t suppose to end like this
    We should keep dancing
    I don’t want to go home like this
    Baby give me this one last wish
    Can you move your hips like this
    Do a little twist
    Turn that thing around then dip
    And then we in a zone like this
    Keep it going like this, yeah

    [Verse: 2]
    Look at us on the floor now
    I’m digging everything I like your smile
    Only wanna stay a little while
    But you ain’t gotta go, no
    DJ playing my song now
    It’s my turn to feel you out
    Cause baby you know that
    All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby

    [Chorus]
    It seems like every time
    I tried to get through to you
    Try to slip my way, baby
    In my mind we get this right, eh
    You decide to stay, oh ho
    Wasn’t suppose to end like this
    We should keep dancing
    I don’t wanna go home like this
    Baby give me this one last wish
    Can you move your hips like this
    Do a little twist
    Turn that thing around then dip
    And when we in a zone like this
    Keep going like this, yeah

    [Bridge]
    Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
    I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
    Damn I’m loving this spotlight
    You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

    [Chorus]
    It wasn’t suppose end like this
    We should keep dancing
    I don’t wanna go home like this
    Baby give me this one last wish
    Can you move your hips like this
    Do a little twist
    Turn that thing around then dip
    And when we in a zone like this
    Keep going like this, yeah


  • Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Mix) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Show your hands, show your hands…

    [Verse 1]
    Oooh, I’m overdue
    Give me some room, comin’ through
    Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
    Me and my girls come to shake the room
    DJ spinnin’, show your hands
    Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
    I need that, uh to get me off
    Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
    It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
    Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
    Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
    No question, time for some action
    Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
    Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

    [Hook]
    Gonna get rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

    [Verse 2]
    Ah, heat is up
    Ladies, fellas drop your cups
    Bodies packed, front to back
    Move your ass; I like that
    Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
    Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
    I need that (uh) to get me off
    Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
    Let’s get open, cause a commotion
    Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
    There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
    Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
    Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
    Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

    [Hook]
    Rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
    Rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

    [Bridge]
    Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
    Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
    Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
    Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
    What to do when the music starts to drop
    That’s when we take it to the parking lot
    And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
    Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)

    [Hook]
    Gonna get Rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
    Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

    [Outro]
    DJ spinnin’ (spinnin’, spinnin’)


  • Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Radio)

    [Verse 1]
    (Uh, let me loose)
    Oooh, I’m overdue
    Give me some room, comin’ through
    Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
    Me and my girls come to shake the room
    DJ spinnin’, show your hands
    Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
    I need that, uh to get me off
    Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
    It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
    Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
    Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
    No question, time for some action
    Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
    Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

    [Hook]
    Gonna get rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

    [Verse 2]
    Ah, heat is up
    Ladies, fellas drop your cups
    Bodies packed, front to back
    Move your ass; I like that
    Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
    Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
    I need that (uh) to get me off
    Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
    Let’s get open, cause a commotion
    Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
    There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
    Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
    Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
    Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

    [Hook]
    Rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
    Rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

    [Bridge]
    Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
    Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
    Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
    Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
    What to do when the music starts to drop
    That’s when we take it to the parking lot
    And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
    Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
    Here we go (here we go)
    Go, go, go…

    [Hook]
    Gonna get Rowdy
    Gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
    Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
    Get it fired up in a hurry
    Wanna get dirrty
    It’s about time that I came to start the party
    Sweat drippin’ over my body
    Dancing, getting just a little naughty
    Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

    [Outro]
    DJ spinnin’


  • Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics

    [Intro: Tee Grizzly]
    If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
    PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
    DJ on the beat with some bangers!

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
    I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
    I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
    You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
    My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
    Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
    We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
    Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
    These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
    They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
    No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
    I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
    I own dat(I own dat)
    You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
    Cold rats(cold rats)
    Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
    Blow dat(blow dat)

    [Verse 2: PnB Rock]
    I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
    Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
    You know dat(you know dat shit)
    Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
    F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
    I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
    Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
    These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
    Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
    Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)

    [Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
    Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
    I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
    Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
    Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
    And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
    You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
    If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
    We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
    Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all

    [Verse 4: PnB Rock]
    You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
    Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
    Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
    Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
    Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
    And that’s the saddest part
    Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
    I can’t even trust my main ho, damn

    [Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
    You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
    If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
    Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
    And that’s the saddest part


  • Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

    [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
    Hey baby
    Even though you break my heart
    I still love you

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Sorry
    Is all that you can say
    Years gone by and still
    Words don’t come easily
    Like forgive me (forgive me)
    And you can say, baby (baby)
    My baby, can I hold you tonight?
    And maybe if I told you the right words
    Ooh, at the right time
    You be Nas

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    Ayo
    That bitch is always flippin’
    You niggas never listen
    We make a perfect team
    Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
    But I’ma let you dip in
    That wax sauce drippin’
    Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
    You be like jungle digger
    I don’t want another nigga
    I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
    Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
    No bitches badder than me when I pull up
    Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
    Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
    My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
    I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
    Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
    I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
    Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
    We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
    But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Sorry
    Is all that you can say
    Years gone by and still
    Words don’t come easily
    Like forgive me (forgive me)
    And you can say, baby (baby)
    My baby can I hold you tonight?
    And maybe if I told you the right words
    Ooh, at the right time
    You be Nas

    [Verse 2: Nas]
    A mack
    I used to mack with the MAC on me
    Project parties, lights off, mad horny
    Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
    She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
    I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
    God bless ya, met ya
    Thought you were sexy as ever
    Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
    Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
    Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
    Light travel faster than sound
    Lightning strike one second every point two miles
    So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
    Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
    Gangsta love
    Completing each other
    Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
    Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
    But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Sorry
    Is all that you can say
    Years gone by and still
    Words don’t come easily
    Like forgive me (forgive me)
    And you can say, baby (baby)
    My baby can I hold you tonight?
    And maybe if I told you the right words
    Ooh, at the right time
    You be Nas


  • Destiny’s Child – Bootylicious (Love: Destiny Version) Lyrics

    Kelly, can you handle this?
    Michelle, can you handle this?
    Beyonce, can you handle this?
    I don’t think they can handle this

    Love he
    Love she
    Love harmony
    Love destiny

    Woo
    Better move, cause we’ve arrived
    Lookin’ sexy, lookin’ fly
    Baddest chick, chick inside
    DJ, jam tonight
    Spotted me, a tender thang
    There you are, come on baby
    Don’t you wanna dance with me?
    Can you handle, handle me?

    You gotta do much better
    If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
    You gotta work your jelly
    If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
    Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
    Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
    By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
    Buckle your seat belt, it’s time for takeoff

    Woo
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny

    Woo
    I’m about to break you off
    H-town goin’ hard, read my hips
    Slap my thighs, swing my hair
    Squint my eyes
    Lookin’ hot, smellin’ good
    Groovin’ like I’m from the hood
    Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss
    Can you handle, handle this?

    Woo
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny

    Move your body up and down
    Make your booty touch the ground
    I can’t help but wonder why
    My vibe’s too vibealacious for you babe

    I shake my jelly at every chance
    When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
    I’m hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
    Now let’s cut a rug while we scat some jazz, yeah

    Pa pa de do da-de
    Pa pa de do da-de do
    Pa de-de oh
    Pa de-de oh
    Pow pow pow pow

    Woo
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny

    Baby can you handle this?
    Baby can you handle this?
    Baby can you handle this?
    I don’t think you can handle this

    Woo
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny

    Woo
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
    I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
    Love you, love me
    Come on, love destiny

    Love destiny


  • Pitbull – Roof On Fire Lyrics

    [Hook]
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!

    [Verse 1]
    Independent like a motherfucker [?]
    Build another twenty schools
    Let’s show em how we ball
    I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
    Hit the mayor at the show
    New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
    Man it’s on in the [?]
    Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
    Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
    Mr. Fuckboy-Please
    Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
    Let’s ride

    [Hook]
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!

    [Verse 2]
    Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
    And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
    This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
    Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
    Been getting loose, been getting paid
    3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
    I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
    That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
    Let’s ride

    [Hook]
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!

    [Bridge]
    Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
    No pare, sigue, sigue
    Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
    No pare, sigue, sigue

    [Hook]
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!
    The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
    We don’t need no water
    Let that motherfucka burn!

    [Outro]
    Burn motherfucker, Burn!


  • Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics

    [Verse]
    Sky full of stars, gas in the car
    Sun shining in the shot gun seat
    Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
    Pacific city I was 17,
    With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
    Little summer night symphany
    When the DJ lit up the air waves
    We were dancing baby 1 2 3

    [Chorus]
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
    But me, a girl and a radio
    No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
    Me, a girl and a radio
    Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
    Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
    But me, a girl and a radio

    [Verse]
    Well I got one life, and it feels right
    With you standin’ next to me
    And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
    Aus2 E
    Thick and thin since 17
    With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
    Little summer night symphany
    And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
    We were dancing baby 1 2 3

    [Chorus]
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
    But me, a girl and a radio
    No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
    Me, a girl and a radio
    Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
    Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
    But me, a girl and a radio

    [Bridge]
    A boy don’t need more than this
    Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
    A boy don’t need more than this
    Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

    [Chorus]
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
    But me, a girl and a radio
    No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
    Me, a girl and a radio
    Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
    Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
    But me, a girl and a radio


  • Diplo – Welcome To The Party lyrics

    (feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

    (Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

    [Chorus: French Montana]
    (We on fire!)
    Step up in the party
    Step up in the party (hot, hey)
    (We on fire!)
    Ride up to the party
    Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
    (Live it up)
    Welcome to the party
    Welcome to the party, aye
    (Live it up)
    Welcome to the party, aye
    Welcome to the party

    [Verse: French Montana]
    Hit ’em up, hey
    Give ’em up, hey
    Put ’em up, hey
    We waking up, hey
    Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
    Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
    When we ride, when we pull up
    We be high, when we pull up
    Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
    Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
    Roof on fire, fire
    We ride, ride
    Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
    Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
    Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
    Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
    Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
    Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
    Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
    Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
    Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
    Welcome to the party

    [Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
    Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

    [Bridge: Lil Pump & Zhavia Ward]
    Burn up, let it burn
    Burn up, let it burn
    Burn up, let it burn (Lil Pump, ooh)
    (I’m a let it burn) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
    Burn up, let it burn
    Esskeetit!

    [Verse: Lil Pump]
    I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
    Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
    Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
    Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
    Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
    I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
    Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
    Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
    Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
    I cannot go away for a bitch
    Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
    And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
    You just bluffing, you just hating
    All these diamonds on me skating
    Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
    I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

    [Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
    Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
    Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
    (We on fire!)

    [Outro: French Montana]
    Step up in the party
    Step up in the party (hot)


  • Famous Dex – THEM DAYS Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Dexter (light it up with my bros)
    Y’know, DJ roll up some more Woods, bro (light it up with my bros)
    Smokin’
    Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    ‘Member them days I was broke (I was broke)
    Pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
    Dexter (Dexter, yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    Had to pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
    Yeah, all my feelings go (feelings go)
    She wanna fuck me, I send her home (I send her home)
    Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    She want some money, had to tell her no (I had to tell her no)
    I be sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
    ‘Member broke, I was wearin’ the same clothes (I was wearin’ the same clothes)

    [Verse 1]
    Huh, light it up with my team (light it up with my team)
    Pop me a bean, now I’m seein’ everything (seein’ everything)
    Bitch want a ring and she want everything (but she can’t get a thing)
    I’m married to the money, yeah you see this wedding ring (see this wedding ring)
    Yeah, got this gold all up on my body (body)
    I’m ballin’, it’s my hobby, geekin’ off a molly (geekin’ off a molly)
    Run up on me, swear I might catch a body (might catch a body)
    Huh, I might catch a body (Dexter)
    I’m geekin’ off a molly (yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    All of my feelings go (all of my feelings go)
    Yeah, had to pour me a four (had to pour me a four)
    ‘Member days I was sleepin’ on the floor (I was sleepin’ on the floor)
    Light it up with my bros (with my bros)
    Had to pour up me a four (had to pour me a four, yeah)
    Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
    I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)

    [Verse 2]
    Wait, took your bitch on a date (bitch on a date)
    Now she wanna skate, I might bust in her face (I bust in her face)
    She doin’ coke, man she take the shits to the face (she what?)
    Sippin’ on my lean, take the shit to the face (oh, I needa take a break, yeah)
    Wait, take a break (take a break)
    Need to take a break (take a break)
    Heart race (heart race), feel my heart race, yeah
    Who that’s callin’ me? (Who that’s callin’?)
    Fuck a bad bitch, yeah she keep stalkin’ me (Dexter)

    [Chorus]
    Yeah, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    Huh, pour a four (pour a four, yeah)
    Huh, now all my feelings go (now all my feelings go)
    I remember days sleepin’ on the floor (I remember days broke)
    Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, all go)
    Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
    I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)
    Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, feelings go)

    [Verse 3]
    I can’t trust all these hoes (trust all these hoes)
    She want some money, tell that bitch “hell no” (had to tell her no)
    Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
    ‘Member days sleepin’ on the floor (‘member days I was broke)
    Bad bitch, she’s doin’ the coke (doin’ the coke)
    And she shove the shit all up on her nose (she shove it up her nose)
    Huh

    [Outro]
    And you know how that go (how that go)
    With my bros (with my bros)
    Had to light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)


  • E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics

    He’s been hot for decades

    [Hook: DecadeZ]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk

    [Verse 1: E-40]
    Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
    Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
    Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
    Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
    Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
    You know how to make a pole disappear
    Georgia peach booty, body (body)
    Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
    She the bestest (the bestest)
    I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
    Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
    All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
    Hella thick (hella thick)
    I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
    I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
    Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

    [Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk

    [Verse 2: Too $hort]
    You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
    You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
    It feels good to be dancin’ now
    You never have fun when your man’s around
    You get down, full throttle
    Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
    We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
    Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
    It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
    My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
    No we tryin’ to fuck each other
    When we leave here let’s be lovers
    We on the dance floor doin’ the most
    I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
    I put both hands under her skirt
    Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

    [Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

    [Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
    Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
    Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
    Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
    But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
    It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
    Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
    The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
    Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
    Dolla Will man
    Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
    Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
    Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
    Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
    Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
    King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
    I’m a victim too, private peep show
    If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

    [Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk


  • Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)

    [Chorus – Kid Rock]
    Engine, engine number 9
    On that Mason-Dixon line
    Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
    Gripping nickel plated nines
    So you get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine

    [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
    I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
    King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
    Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
    And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
    Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
    Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
    Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
    And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
    You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
    Black sheeps son of a landmine
    The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

    [Chorus – Kid Rock]
    Engine, engine number 9
    On that Maxon-Dixon line
    Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
    Gripping nickel plated nines
    So you get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine

    [Scratches – DJ Klever]
    Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
    (*scratches* "Go DJ!")

    [Verse 2: Yelawolf]
    So motherfucking outta tune hit
    Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

    The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
    And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
    Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
    Black sheep son of a land mine
    The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

    [Chorus – Kid Rock]
    Engine, engine number 9
    On that Mason-Dixon line
    Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
    Gripping nickel plated nines
    So you get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine

    [Verse 3: Yelawolf]

    Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
    Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
    Bones, Klever, shotgun
    Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
    Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
    Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
    The south is in it, deep in it with bump
    Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
    Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
    If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
    Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
    Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
    Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
    My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
    Black sheeps son of a landmine
    The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

    [Chorus – Kid Rock]
    Engine, engine number 9
    On that Mason-Dixon line
    Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
    Gripping nickel plated nines
    So you get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine
    You get yours and I’ll get mine


  • Angelo Mota – Talk Too Much (feat. Naja Young)

    [Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
    Stop, drop
    Pick it up slow then stop
    Turn around, bring it down low
    Then stop, woah, slow down roll
    Stop, woah, slow down roll
    Stop, drop
    Pick it up slow then stop
    Turn around, bring it down low
    Then stop, woah
    Slow down roll, stop, woah

    [Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
    I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
    That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
    You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
    And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
    I ain’t finna dare you to move
    But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
    And you actin’ like you sared of the room
    This your shit
    Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
    What the fuck?
    Baby did you come cuffed?
    Wanna get with ya
    Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
    You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
    So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
    How I like your get up
    Maybe we should get up
    When I finish, had time to set up the question
    I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

    [Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
    You – you got what I – you got what I
    You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
    Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
    It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
    I got what you need
    Then she said to me:
    Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
    Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
    Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
    Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
    Better not chit chat

    [Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
    L-riding
    All damn night
    Night rider
    Blunt it burn like hell fire
    Can’t quell that shit
    Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
    Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
    In a crowded place, uh
    Air so thick
    Proabably woke the neighbors
    Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
    Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
    Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
    Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
    I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
    I don’t even really like going out like that
    I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
    Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
    Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

    [Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
    You – you got what I – you got what I
    You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
    Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
    It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
    I got what you need
    Then she said to me:
    "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
    "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
    "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
    "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

    [Instrumental]

    [Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
    Better not chit chat
    Stop, drop
    Pick it up slow then stop
    Turn around, bring it down low
    Then stop, woah, slow down role
    Stop, woah, slow down role
    Stop, drop
    Pick it up slow then stop
    Turn around, bring it down low
    Then stop, woah
    Slow down role, stop, woah


  • Check Out This New Tool That Lets You Scratch Vinyl Without A Needle

    DJ purists, your dreams have been answered because there’s a cool little invention that could potentially bring  back the vinyl era (not that it’s ever truly gone). Thanks to a nifty new tool Phase by French company MWM, you can now essentially scratch vinyl without using a needle in your DJ sets.

    Phase works by translating the movements of a record into standard timecode format called DVS (Digital Vinyl System) used by most digital DJ tools such as Traktor and Serato. Phase works on any vinyl, simply by being affixed on top of a record, and it plays the digital files via your standard DJ tool (using DVS) which means that you can scratch and play records to your heart’s desire without the need of a needle. Phase is extremely portable, as you can see from the video below, and works with any turntable and any record player setup.

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    Check out the intro video for more details. Phase is expected to be released this summer at a $300 price point.

    Introducing Phase: the New Era of Turntablism by MWM

    We’re very proud to introduce you our latest DJ innovation: Phase!!!Phase reinvents timecode technology letting you control tracks playing from your DJ software without using cartridge or vinyl! Phase is a big step for DJs and we hope, will establish a new standard in turntablism practice. Shout out to Groove Sparkz for the mad performance!! 🙌🏻👊🏻Follow us all the weekend at NAMM on Facebook Live 🔥🔥CHECK HERE: www.phase-project.comInstagram: @phase_dj

    Posted by Phase on Thursday, January 25, 2018

    H/T: Mixmag

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  • Wu-Tang Clan – Lesson Learn’d (feat. Redman & Inspectah Deck)

    [Chorus: Redman]
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Jersey niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

    [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
    I said one, two, three and to the fo’
    I glide like there’s simply no traction on the flo’
    10304, live action from the door
    Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
    I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
    Savage vandal, I’m a legend of tomorrow
    Painting the truth, here’s proof, ain’t it the truth
    So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
    Slayin’ the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
    Hater, wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
    You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal’
    My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
    Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
    Fact, I black on it, black, I’m back at it
    Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
    Fact, I blacked on it, black, I’m back at it

    [Chorus: Redman]
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Jersey niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

    [Verse 2: Redman]
    Yo, I’m on top of the world, mama, lookey here
    I’m a boy beastin’ in my car, Paul Revere
    Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
    When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
    Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
    Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
    Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
    Cut the check and your boy digress
    At my age it’s all about bread
    Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
    I’m tryna make history, and history say
    Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
    Throw your hands up, let’s tear the bar up
    So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
    And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
    Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us

    [Chorus: Redman]
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Jersey niggas don’t play
    Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
    Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

    [Outro: Redman]
    Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga. yo, fuck that
    Ladies and gentlemen
    I need you to put your hands together
    For worldwide international producer
    Worldwide international DJ
    And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
    Ladies and gentlemen
    Please put your hands together and show your love
    For our brother and yours – Mathematics


  • Keys N Krates – Music To My Ears (feat. Tory Lanez)

    [Verse 1]
    Listen what you told me
    Listen what you told me
    Look at how I’m on it
    Look at how I’m on it
    I am not a DJ, this is not a replay
    Soon gon’ let me plug in, hit this little preset

    [Chorus]
    Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
    Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
    Music to my ear (Right)
    Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
    When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
    And it all goes through our ear

    [Post-Chorus]
    Music to my ears (Woo)
    It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
    It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
    It’s music to my ears, baby
    Woah, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Listen when I play this
    This is not a playlist
    We’ve been on the same shit
    I ain’t tryin’ to change shit
    Got girls that be tryin’ to get famous, but they remain nameless
    Saw you got me on a wait list
    Damn right, I’m awaitin’ this

    [Chorus]
    Music to my ear
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
    Music to my ear
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
    Music to my ear
    Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
    When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
    And it all goes through our ear

    [Chorus]
    Music to my ear (Yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
    Music to my ear
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
    Music to my ear (Yeah)
    Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
    When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
    And it all goes through our ear

    [Post-Chorus]
    Music to my ears (Woo)
    It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
    It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
    It’s music to my ears, baby
    Woah, yeah

    [Outro]
    Music (To my ears)
    (To my ears) (To my ears) (To my ears)
    (To my ears) (Touch, when we kiss, and it)
    Yeah, yeah
    (To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
    Yeah, yeah
    (To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
    Yeah, yeah
    (To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)


  • Nolan Santo – Hold Me Down

    featuring Johnny Drama

    Can you hold me down for a minute?
    I should come around more,
    now I get it
    I know I’ve been down,
    but I’m winning
    Watch me as I count of the digits
    (x2)

    Hit em with the verse one
    No plans for rehearse, I step in and get that
    I don’t know what I want first
    I plan for a surf ??
    Now watch me mismatched
    On a mission with these songs
    I’ma cocking on this batch
    I’ma make sure you replay,
    watch my DJ let that shit scratch
    Ey, I’ve been on the road right now
    Stay by me for the gold right now
    It’s the new hit, you should know by now
    Tell the ones that you meet I’ma roll dice now
    ??
    What you gon’ do with the soul sound now?
    Learn the life and you used the lesson?
    Excuse the essence, I turned the right with the music
    Guesses
    I’ve been on the road right now
    Stay by me for the gold right now
    It’s the new hit, you should know by now

    Can you hold me down for a minute?
    I should come around more,
    now I get it
    I know I’ve been down,
    but I’m winning
    Watch me as I count of the digits
    (x2)


  • Tech N9ne – Don’t Nobody Want None

    [Intro]
    Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
    (Tech N9ne)

    [Verse 1]
    Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
    We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
    It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
    (Tech N9ne)
    Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
    Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
    Tell me who is the one they call Chakratease?
    (Tech N9ne)
    It’s been a wreck and a debt
    When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
    The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
    My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
    Everybody better (Kneel down)
    Any opposition (We’ll drown)
    So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
    Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

    [Hook]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    (Tech N9ne)

    [Verse 2]
    The beat I broke
    Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
    With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
    And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
    (Tech N9ne)
    The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
    That pushing the poetry big as it can
    Way up on the pedastal
    Losing your lesson, just let it go
    Killing so many, I might be federal
    (Tech N9ne)
    Your pal, Nina
    Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
    Women all here by screaming just like I’m Alcina
    Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
    Boo you, screw you too
    Fool, you through
    This how we do at the ‘ZZou
    Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

    [Hook]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Wait a minute

    [Verse 3]
    Now the beat will style defeat
    Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
    Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
    How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
    Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
    Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
    Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
    We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
    And taking the L
    You facing to fail, shaking the whale
    And you a snail awaking to hell
    Baking your tail with the heat
    The agony of defeat
    Depravity and tragedy it had to be of a chief
    Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
    But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
    Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
    Tech is a murderer giving it up till they (Feel it)

    [Hook]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    [Scratches]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

    [Outro]
    Boo you, screw you too
    Fool, you through
    This how we do at the ‘ZZou
    Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    Boo you, screw you too
    Fool, you through
    This how we do at the ‘ZZou
    Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou


  • Tech N9ne – Tech N9ne (Don’t Nobody Want None) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
    (Tech N9ne)

    [Verse 1]
    Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
    We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
    It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
    (Tech N9ne)
    Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
    Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
    Tell me who is the one they call Socrates?
    (Tech N9ne)
    It’s been a wreck and a debt
    When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
    The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
    My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
    Everybody better (Kneel down)
    Any opposition (We’ll drown)
    So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
    Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

    [Hook]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    (Tech N9ne)

    [Verse 2]
    The beat I broke
    Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
    With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
    And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
    (Tech N9ne)
    The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
    That pushing the poetry big as it can
    Way up on the pedastal
    Losing your lesson, just let it go
    Killing so many, I [?] federal
    Your pal, Nina
    Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
    Women all here by screaming like I’m Alcina
    Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
    Boo you, screw you too
    Fool, you through
    This how we do at the ‘ZZou
    Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

    [Hook]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Wait a minute

    [Verse 3]
    Now the beat will style defeat
    Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
    Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
    How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
    Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
    Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
    Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
    We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
    And taking the L
    You facing to fail, shaking the whale
    And you a snail awaking to hell
    Baking your tail with the heat
    The agony of defeat
    [?] you had to be of a chief
    Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
    But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
    Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
    Tech is a murderer giving it up to they ( [?] )

    [Hook]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    [Scratches]
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
    Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

    [Outro]
    Boo you, screw you too
    Fool, you through
    This how we do at the ‘ZZou
    Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    Boo you, screw you too
    Fool, you through
    This how we do at the ‘ZZou
    Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
    ‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou