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  • Roy Woods – Bubbly Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Chorus]
    See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

    [Verse 1]
    To my left I got a foreign (Foreign ting)
    And on my right I got a lil’ brown thing (Oh yeah)
    They go on like they honest (Go on like they honest)
    But always find out things that you ain’t tellin’ me
    Fuck all that, let’s go ride out of town in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
    Just left the club for the AP and I’m the host (And I’m the host)
    Do you want Tequila or Chardonnay for the toast?
    To brand new seas and bikinis all on the coast
    Whatcha’ thinkin’? Whatcha’ thinkin’?
    You fuckin’ up the club every weekend
    Got a few hoes, got a few drinks
    Situations in your head you be paintin’
    ‘Cause now you start to feel the drugs you been taking
    You took so much to get high, it don’t make sense (It don’t make sense)
    I know you wanna ease your mind, have some patience

    [Chorus]
    See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time you, fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

    [Verse 2]
    You wanna party like it’s Mardi Gras
    Go live a life you never had before (Yeah)
    Girl, come and fuck me off the Adderall (Off the Addy’)
    We can involved (We can get it)
    No you ain’t gotta go (No)
    We just tryna leave the party for another one (Yeah, yeah)
    So you can keep on poppin’ bottles till it’s sun up
    Was tired of the scene and now I’m better now
    Smoking medical, things just turn around
    Baby if you wanna come and take a ride with me
    Come and slide with me, get high with me, it’s alright
    Baby, baby, it’s alright
    With the gang, it’s alright
    Baby if you wanna get high with me, slide with me
    Goin’ on a drive with me, it’s alright
    Baby, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

    [Chorus]
    See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    You poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
    See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

    [Outro]
    Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
    Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
    Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
    Up the club


  • WALKER HAYES – You Broke Up With Me lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Well, I got some Coke in my bourbon
    Surfin’ the room like Swazye
    No, I ain’t drunk, I’m amazin’
    Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
    X-Factor, feelin’ no pain, I’m at the top of my game

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
    Don’t start rainin’ on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
    I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
    You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

    [Chorus]
    Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
    Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
    No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
    I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
    But hey, you broke up with me
    Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

    [Verse 2]
    Guess you don’t know what you want
    ‘Til you see ’em movin’ on
    Making lonely look like freedom
    Baby, don’t even act like I’m doing something wrong
    If my song comes on and I get lost on that dance floor
    In somebody’s arms that ain’t yours

    [Pre-Chorus]
    You can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
    Don’t start raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
    I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
    You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

    [Chorus]
    Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
    Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
    No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
    I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
    But hey, you broke up with me
    Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

    [Bridge]
    For real, babe, ain’t tryin’ to rub it your face
    I’m just breakin’ off a little cold hard truth
    It is what it is, girl, you did whatcha did, girl
    I’m just doin’ what a bachelor do

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
    Don’t be raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
    I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
    You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

    [Chorus]
    Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
    Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
    No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
    I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
    But hey, you broke up with me
    Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

    You broke up with me
    Yeah, what can I say, babe?
    You broke up with me


  • Wiz Khalifa – Get It On Your Own

    [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
    Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
    And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
    Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
    Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
    And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
    And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
    Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
    Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

    [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
    Uh, I got a lot of live for
    Weed, I got a lot to give
    I’m tryna find a spot to get and dodging these cops that be trying to watch the kid
    It all depends on what the options is
    I stay positive but still focused on haters because they all plotting
    Ain’t trying to say it but they all watching
    And I know that I’m they favourite
    But I wouldn’t be here if I was faking
    Fuck all the money they say they making
    Don’t hit my line if you ain’t changing things
    Know about the bullshit the paper bringing
    In the presence of people I plan on being like
    Ain’t fucking with you cause we don’t think alike, uh

    [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
    Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
    And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
    Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
    Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
    And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
    And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
    Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
    Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalfia]
    Been around the world and ya ya ya
    Been rollin’ KK, gettin’ everybody high
    Smokin’ in places I ain’t even supposed to but they’ll never track
    Getting bitches naked like Mardi Gras
    We already fried when we walk in the party
    That’s when the conversation starts
    Them cameras all in our faces
    We don’t care ’bout what they say
    Get money three different places at the same time
    Pull up, hop out, no shirt on and skip the line
    Niggas, you really be sick of lieing
    Booking me all these shows like I ain’t really sick of flying
    All I know is the grind
    Rolling the biggest joints, never show up on time
    Shorty, we smoke like it ain’t a crime
    Taylor Gang or you dieing

    [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
    Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
    And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
    Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
    Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
    And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
    And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
    Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
    Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else


  • Fatback Band – King Tim III lyrics

    Alright y’all
    Here we go!
    Just clap your hands
    Then stomp your feet
    Cos’ you’re listenin’ to the sound
    Of the sure shot brat
    I’m the K-I-N-G, the T-I-M
    King Tim the third and I am him
    Just me, Fatback and the crew
    We’re doin’ it all just for you
    We’re strong as an ox
    And tall as a tree
    We can rock you so viciously
    We throw the height in your eyes
    And bass in your face
    We’re the funk machine
    That rocks the human race
    Skate down, boogie shock
    Come on girl, let’s do the rock
    Slam dunk, do the jerk
    Lemme see your body work
    To the break everybody, to the break everybody
    2, 4, 6, 8…
    Fatback don’t you hesitate
    Party people who like the groove
    Now the time to make your body move
    Doin’ to the rhythm, and let it all hang out
    Don’t be jivin’, you got to show what you be about
    Catch it, catch it, catch the beat…
    Do it to me and I’ll do it to you (say what)
    To the break that keep the same ol’ beat.
    ‘Bout a while ago I wanted to know
    Just who you’ve been listenin’ to
    I’m the voice of King Tim III
    Tellin’ what I want you to do
    A little left hand right hand in the air
    And you’re slammin’ like you just don’t care
    Put your left leg out, the right leg in
    Say the left is out and the right is in
    About a quarter to four somebody was at your door
    Well you wondered “who it was?”
    And you started to shake n’ shiver
    So I said it was me, yo, little old cous.
    I said “opened the door n’ let me in”
    I’ll rock ya so good, you won’t hear it again, I’ll rock ya so good, you heard bells ring, they went ring ding dang, ding, ding, ding…
    To the break everybody
    Do it to me, n’ I’ll do it to you
    Stomp your feet then claps your hand
    Cos’ you’re listenin’ to the sound of the Fatback Band
    Ain’t nothing new in what I do
    Cos’ i’m doin’ it all just for you
    I’m hotter than the tea, I’m sweeter than honey
    I’m not doin’ it for the money
    I’m sugarcoated double dunk chocolate MC man
    I’m sweeter than the almond joy
    And gramma’s sweet old jam
    I’m the modified, the rectified, kazinctified, quadruplified, kaput the fied, kazuktafied, to rock you all mind all the time
    To the break everybody
    It’s on in, on in, on in, on
    Like hot butter on say wot the popcorn
    Do it to me n’ I’ll do it to you…
    To the break everybody
    You keep the tap in your step, the hip in your hop
    You don’t stop till you get on the mount top
    Once you reached the top you won’t be alone
    You got King Tim on the microphone
    Just grab your partner, you start to swing
    Cos’ i’m well known just like Burger King
    I don’t sell burgers or french fries
    I’m only here to make your nature rise
    Just grab your partner round n’ round
    And grab her by the butt n’ boogie down
    Just open up your jacket, and open up her brass
    And dance like at the Mardi Gras
    I’m the man of action, the main attraction
    The girls call me the satisfaction
    I’m the Romeo, the Casanova
    Here tonight I’m gonna get over
    To the break everybody…


  • Lil Yachty – Bentley Couple

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    Haan
    (Absolutely)

    [Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
    And I just nutted on Trinity
    Bitch, bitch you not you, you a mini-me
    Fuck up that fuck up in any facility
    Suckin’ on dick must be your main ability
    Hatin’ ass nigga, ol’ fakin’ ass nigga
    I’ll fry you on a pan, ol’ bacon ass nigga
    Bacon ass nigga, lyin’ on your figures
    You don’t pull triggers, nigga, you such a bitch
    Bitch, you don’t pull triggers, you such a snitch
    Neck full of water, my diamonds glist’
    250 cash, I might drop on that Bentley, bitch
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    [Hook: Lil Yachty + Gucci Mane]
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    It’s Gucci! Let’s go
    I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    It’s Gucci!
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    I might go cop me a don
    In the hood I’m like LeBron
    It’s so much ice on my watch and my pinky
    That haters wanna cut off my arm
    Way too much sauce, I’m like Uzi, Uzi
    Water drippin’, I’m jacuzzi, ‘cuzzi
    She suckin’ it up like a smoothie, smoothie
    I think I’m in love like Choosey Susie
    Haters sayin’ what they gon’ do to me
    Beefin’ with niggas not new to me
    Watch what you say now, Gucci don’t play now
    EA my playground, I love how the K sound
    Me and Lil Yachty in Nautica (Nautica)
    Polar bear, Gucci, Antarctica (BRRR!)
    20 chains on like Mardi Gras
    Woke up this mornin’, bought another car
    Too much pressure will smother yah
    You know the real niggas don’t fuck with yah
    We spillin’ Ace of Spades on the furniture
    And I’ll wet a nigga up like a water gun
    So many Rollies, got my brother one
    Bust at your boy, get another gun
    I raised you lil’ boys, you my other sons
    Guwop just spazzed out on another one, Wop!

    [Hook: Lil Yachty]
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
    I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt (Lil Boat!)
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Lil Boat!)
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
    I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

    [Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
    Niggas be mad ’cause I’m richer
    I’ll spit on your sister, I pity Marissa
    She should’ve fucked with me back when I ain’t had shit
    Now my money sittin’ tall on giraffe shit
    Shout out them Southside bloods in Jurassic
    Ask how I’m doin’, bitch nigga, I’m fantastic
    Just got a new bitch, she like doin’ gymnastics
    I wrap up that sack with a string of elastic (Lil Boat!)
    Yeah, I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
    I might go cop me some Spanish food
    These hatin’ ass rappin’ ass niggas be mad
    They mad ’cause niggas is no longer into you
    Damn, your money short like an interlude (lil’ money!)
    Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
    Got a crew with amenities, touch me, they strokin’ me
    They look at boy like he the holy trinity
    Uh, but I encourage philanthropy
    Yeah and I ball when I rap like I’m Master P
    If one more old ass nigga say somethin’ ’bout 2Pac or Biggie
    I might lose my sanity
    Lil Boat!

    [Outro: Lil Yachty]
    Nah forreal, man, I don’t know nothin’ about that shit, man, stop askin’ me ’bout that shit. Ain’t gon’ tell y’all too many times, man, I’m young and I’m rich. You prolly mad ’cause your kids keep playin’ me. They not gon’ stop playin’ me. It’s Lil Boat, bitch. Suck my dick.