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  • Beyoncé – Wake Up (R.E.M Demo) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I don’t wanna wake, wake

    [Verse 1]
    Excuse me? Um, I love you
    Who starts a conversation like that? Nobody but I do
    But you are not a picture, I can’t cut you up or hide you
    I’ll get you out my mind, hmm, I try to
    Why you in my dreams? I knew
    You knew how to be there, you knew how to treat it
    You knew how to keep it, I wanna do more than touch you
    I’m tryna turn two single people into a couple
    What’s your next month like? Tell me what you up to
    We can leave right now, nigga, you don’t need a duffle
    La Perla, provocateur of secrets
    How is it a secret if I know you’re gonna peep it?
    I see you peeking, don’t wanna hear a peep
    Wait

    [Chorus]
    Before you speak, don’t move
    ‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up
    Wake up, wake up, wake up
    Don’t wanna wake up, oh
    Wake up, wake up, wake up
    You’re such a dream
    If you can believe?
    Boy you’re such a dream to me, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Hey there, boy, I love you
    I’m feeling like I know you, I can’t help but wanna thug you
    I’m watching all these broads trying so damn hard
    But I can’t even blame ’em ’cause you’re so irresistible
    I want to stand by you, I won’t ever dare to tell
    I think I heard some wedding bells (All to yourself)
    Is this real?
    Ooh child, I can stop praying now
    That’s life, let’s rewind
    To the day when I met you
    Throwback
    Dear God, how could I forget you?
    Your sex
    Boy it feels just like a dream to me
    Now

    [Chorus]
    Before you speak, don’t move
    ‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up
    Wake up, wake up, wake up
    Don’t wanna wake up, oh
    Wake up, wake up, wake up
    You’re such a dream
    (You’re such dream)
    If you can believe?
    Boy you’re such a dream to me, yeah, yeah

    [Bridge]
    So to whom
    It may concern
    Please don’t disturb me
    Can’t you see?
    I’m happy, happily sleep, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Before you speak, don’t move
    ‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up
    Wake up, wake up, wake up
    I don’t wanna wake up, oh
    Wake up, wake up, wake up
    You’re such a dream
    (You’re such dream)
    If you can believe?
    Boy you’re such a dream to me, yeah, yeah

    [Outro: Beyoncé & Blue Ivy]
    *Baby Noises*
    Ma ma, ma ma
    (Don’t mess with my baby
    You better not mess with my baby)


  • AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics

    Hands up, it’s a hold up
    Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
    Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
    I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
    I stretch it with the soda
    Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
    Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
    Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the –

    Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
    Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
    Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
    Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
    Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
    La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
    Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
    Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

    Sittin’ in the drop-top
    Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
    I don’t even like ya
    (Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
    All of my bitches get money they made
    All of my niggas is handsome with waves
    All of these rappers is pussy
    You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
    You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
    Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
    Told you to put some respect on my name
    And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
    Uh, put the check in my name
    Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
    I do not have time to entertain lames
    Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
    Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
    My niggas gorillas and orangutans
    Live from the zoo, this the new 212
    When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo


  • Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

    Hands up, it’s a hold up
    Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
    Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
    I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
    I stretch it with the soda
    Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
    Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
    Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the –

    Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
    Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
    Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
    Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
    Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
    La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
    Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
    Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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    Sittin’ in the drop-top
    Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
    I don’t even like ya
    (Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
    All of my bitches get money they made
    All of my niggas is handsome with waves
    All of these rappers is pussy
    You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
    You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
    Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
    Told you to put some respect on my name
    And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
    Uh, put the check in my name
    Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
    I do not have time to entertain lames
    Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
    Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
    My niggas gorillas and orangutans
    Live from the zoo, this the new 212
    When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo