Germany Joins Belgium and France In Banning Summer Music Concerts and Festivals

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Germany bans festivals, music concerts, and large gatherings through August, joining France and Belgium.

German Chancellor Angela Merkel announced small steps to begin re-opening the country. Smaller shops will be allowed to open next week, with schools restarting in early May. Most of Germany’s restrictions will remain in place until May 3rd. Restaurants, gyms, and bars are still closed.

Large events like music concerts, festivals, and soccer matches are banned until August. Merkel says Germany is taking small steps to re-open its economy. She met with the country’s 16 state leaders on Wednesday. Germany is doing comprehensive testing on its citizens, resulting in a lower fatality rate.

Contact restrictions in Germany were imposed nearly a month ago and were to remain in place until Sunday. Merkel held a four-hour meeting via video conference to help layout re-opening plans.

While Germany bans festivals through August, small shops will re-open next week.

Health officials in Germany are urgently recommending face masks on public transport and while shopping. Germany’s rules on social distancing will continue under the re-opening. The country hopes to scale its testing up from 650,000 tests a week.

Some companies and industrial groups aren’t happy with the timeline, though. They’ve urged the German government to move more quickly to re-open the country. But those efforts have met heavy resistance among health officials. Companies suffering shutdowns and facing debt say they need a faster exit from the shutdown.

The European Commission said on Wednesday that companies shouldn’t expect business as usual until a vaccine is available.

Those comments echo the sentiment from health officials here in the United States. Dr. Anthony Fauci says sports may return in a limited capacity with no audiences. But large gatherings like music concerts and festivals may be off the table until 2021. Will more European countries join Germany, France, and Belgium in banning large gatherings?

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France Officially Bans Music Festivals Until Mid-July

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French President Emmanuel Macron bans festivals and large gatherings through mid-July in new efforts to combat coronavirus spread.

Macron addressed the French people, announcing shelter-in-place efforts are extending through May 11th. In addition, music festivals and large gatherings are forbidden through mid-July. That draws into question whether the Cannes Film Festival will happen this year.

“Bars, restaurants, cafes, hotels, cinemas, theaters, concert halls, and museums will remain closed at this stage,” Macron told the French people.

The event is already postponed, with organizers predicting a late-June or early July re-start. As France bans festivals from taking place, that timeline seems to be out the window. Many are expecting the historic film festival to be canceled outright.

People familiar with the matter say most of Hollywood is operating on the assumption it will be canceled. Several production and sales companies are looking at plans for a virtual market to screen finished films. Organizers still aren’t confirming publicly whether the event will be canceled, though.

French efforts to contain the spread of coronavirus have been in effect for over a month. The lockdown measures were supposed to be lifted on April 15th. France has over 130,000 confirmed cases of the virus, with 14,967 deaths.

Meanwhile, health experts in the United States warn that live events could be the last sector of the economy to re-open. Concerts, festivals, and other large gatherings might not be feasible until the fall of 2021 on the worst-case timeline. That brings into question whether postponed events like Coachella and Bonnaroo will happen this year.

If France bans festivals through mid-July, will that date be extended?

Macron says schools and day-care centers can re-open on May 11th, after lockdown ends. But if things still aren’t under control enough to keep the healthcare system afloat, the date may be extended again. French borders are closed to non-European countries during the pandemic; the border shutdown will continue for an unspecified amount of time.

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Hellfest’s Insurance Company Says Coronavirus Isn’t Covered Under Its ‘Pandemic’ Policy

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Hellfest, one of France’s leading heavy metal music festivals, has been canceled because of the coronavirus (COVID-19) crisis. Adding to the situation’s disappointment, event organizers are embroiled in an insurance payout dispute with their coverage provider, which alleges that the coronavirus doesn’t constitute a “pandemic” per the terms of their contract.

Hellfest higher-ups announced both developments in a press release. An order from the French government and concerns for the health of fans prompted the delay of Hellfest 2020, according to the release, as “it would have been irresponsible and dangerous” to go through with the three-day event given COVID-19’s risk.

The heavy metal showcase had been set to take place between June 19th and 21st, and the 2020 edition would have marked the festival’s 15th appearance. Now, 2021’s show will kick off on June 18th and run through the 20th.

Additionally, Hellfest execs signaled that 2020 passes will be honored at next year’s event; fans can also sell their tickets via Ticketswap or request a reimbursement. Hellfest expects to release details about the latter in the near future, though a specific date hasn’t yet been specified.

Hellfest alleges that Albingia, a French insurance company that specializes in risk management, refuses to honor the terms of their insurance agreement.

The companies finalized their deal in December 2019, and it includes a provision for “pandemics.” However, Albingia maintains that COVID-19 (and specifically respiratory illness) is excluded from the agreement’s pandemic provision, and execs have made clear that they don’t intend to pay for Hellfest’s cancellation.

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“Our insurance contract with Albingia clearly stipulates that pecuniary losses due to possible pandemics will be covered, provided that the contract was signed before the appearance and recognition of this pandemic by the French authorities or by WHO,” the organizers relayed.  “Our contract was signed on December 17th, 2019, before the official appearance of the virus in China.”

Hellfest paid a handsome sum of €175,000 (roughly $191,000) for the cancellation coverage, though Albingia seems to be crafting creative reasons why its ‘pandemics’ clause doesn’t include the global, publicly-declared ‘pandemic’ caused by coronavirus.

“We obviously dispute this reading and Albingia’s position,” Hellfest organizers stated (translated from French). “Albingia’s reasoning is simple: take our contributions for cancellation insurance: YES, compensate us: NEVER. To do this, you just have to play on the language of the contract and imagine interpretations to start a legal trial that will last for years. Years during which Albingia will keep the sums it owes us. It’s an attitude that we denounce today publicly in order to shed light on these practices that we find shameful, especially in these times.”

Hellfest planners, for their part, have voiced a willingness to take the matter to court if they aren’t compensated.  But of course, that might be exactly what Albingia is anticipating — and preparing for.

Notably, SXSW 2020 was also canceled due to the coronavirus crisis, and the mega festival’s future is in doubt, partially because its insurance plan didn’t cover pandemics.

At the time of this writing, Albingia hadn’t commented publicly on Hellfest’s claims of owed compensation, or on the insurance-policy disagreement.

MIDEM 2020 Officially Cancelled, ‘Digital Edition’ Is In the Works

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Annual music industry event Midem has been cancelled because of coronavirus (COVID-19) fears; the event will proceed with a digital edition, which is currently being developed.

Midem organizers announced the unfortunate, albeit widely anticipated, news on their website. Midem was expected to take place in Cannes, France, between June 2nd and June 5th, and this year’s cancellation marks the first time that the event has been called off since 1967, when it debuted. Midem 2021 is slated to initiate on Tuesday, June 1st.

Additionally, Midem’s team is in the process of arranging the Midem Digital Edition, which will feature keynote speaker live streams, presentations, and discussion opportunities. Midem Digital details, including a time and date, are expected to be provided in the near future.

Speaking of the decision to nix Midem 2020, Director Alexandre Deniot said that government-mandated travel bans and large-gathering restrictions, in coordination with “companies’ concerns for their staff,” made it essentially impossible to continue with Midem as previously planned.

To date, medical professionals have diagnosed approximately 45,000 COVID-19 cases in France, and over the weekend, Prime Minister Édouard Philippe extended the country’s lockdown until April 15th. The stay-at-home order began on March 17th, and Police Minister Christophe Castaner’s forces have issued roughly 250,000 fines to individuals caught violating the emergency measure.

Several other festivals and music industry functions have “gone digital” in response to the COVID-19 pandemic. Ultra Music Festival partnered with SiriusXM and live-streamed performances earlier this week, and Collision Conference, which drew 30,000 attendees in 2019, decided to give ticketholders refunds and move forward with a virtual edition this year.

At the time of this piece’s writing, nearly 800,000 individuals had tested positive for COVID-19. Over 160,000 of these cases have derived from the United States, whereas 300,000 of the infections are attributable to Italy, Spain, Germany, and France.

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Stateside, government officials and medical professionals recently revealed that they expect the virus to peak around Easter (April 12th).

Chance The Rapper – Wala Cam lyrics

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Big ol’ booty gotta jump, gotta juke me
Gotta plan, gotta duty
Gotta dance, gotta boogie
I’m a fan, gotta stan
Gotta cam, it’s a movie
Make my ‘gram look like Cannes, like in France
My momma, my mamma mia
Tell me what your momma feeds you
You getting that cornbread and choreo
Let me throw you on the story though
Trying to be like story mode
You belong on the war zone on
Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Nigga you can’t dance
My feet like my hands
Your feet like quicksand
Something I can’t stand
Something I just hate
I’m not on no date
Car don’t got no roof
Works, don’t got no brake
Girl don’t got no waist
Watch don’t got no face
Jet don’t got no plates
God don’t got no cape
Shoes don’t got no J’s
Don’t got no style, don’t got no taste
Bank don’t got no card, don’t got quickpay, don’t got no Chase

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 3: Supa Bwe]
Watching DBZ
Shorty stuck to me
Like she lowkey USB
I just want some head, want some lowkey guillotine
Police watching me like I’m lowkey new TV
Like I’m serving twenty p’s
Like I lowkey used to be
Over the seas with my girl cause she over achieving
Don’t put nobody over her king
Love my life
Shorty ride my face like bike
I’ma beat it like Mike, not Ike
My spliff broke, sh*t! oh life
I might spent on you
All year, all night
I might some f*ck some ads up
Or f*ck your mans up
I might f*ck some bands up
Switch the plan up
Leave the country like right now
Shit, I might go flight
I might take off tonight
I might, I might, I might
Tonight I might

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
You need name tag
She got the same ass
Same drawers, same car
Same bag, damn fraud
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
Pop pop pop that cork
Pop it like July 4th
Shorty don’t move like yours
She get it from a store
You get it from the Stork
They don’t do this up North
They always end it [?]

[Chorus]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala

Future – 31 DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Every now and then, you know what I’m sayin’
Most of them, majority of the time
You dig
We in that mode

[Verse 1]
This is a moment of clarity
Everything VV’s, I’m gone to the maximum
Young nigga flood out a ‘axima, flawless the face, then run through a pack of them
Everything classical, everything magical when they was checking my catalogue
Eating on caviar, smash on a stallion
Draped in medallions, yeah
The pill on the caliber
Put on the passenger
Whatever time, wherever I was at
Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
I have her flying where ever I’m at
You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not have her naked where I land
I got a second option, and fourth and fifth one whereever a nigga staying
I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands
Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can
The Glock was still on me while we was romancin’
Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France
She caramel, what’d i get a tan
I need to pay her when I get the chance
Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash
Talkin’ that shit, he get smoked like a blunt
Took a few Pakistanians to lunch
Got some little slim shit in Milan
These niggas be hatin’, putting on a front

[Chorus]
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her and made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

[Verse 2]
Doing it on a chinchilla, oh yeah
We fucking a couple of strippers together
Shawty my rider, she down for whatever
Y’all give her capital murder, her swagger killer
Shawty got more bags than a drug dealer
I put her in a Patek, I put her in the c’s
I’m on a whole ‘other level with her
Had to get a penthouse just for the freaks
So they could all come and sleep with us
We do nothing that is normal, everything we do is super gigantic
We don’t put on fugazi, everything we wear super Titanic
I just caught me a wave, feel like a nigga that jumped in the Atlantic
One hell of a car collection, pulling it up, it’s panoramic
Picked her up in a Cayenne, soon as she got in she got nothing on

[Chorus]
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her, made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

Lil Gnar – Drop Top Benz (feat. Lil Skies) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
We pulled up in a drop top Benz

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

[Verse: Lil Gnar]
Whip the [?] the mirror, you niggas can’t stand us
Diamonds they be dripping, my left wrist look like Atlantis
Made it out the bottom, put that on my momma
It’s a rockstar party, come and pop a pill babe
Got some neck up in the foreign, had to hit the killswitch
Lot of young niggas and you know we came to kill shit
Baby girl stop whining, put that molly on your tongue
Never touched a hundred bands, how you judging up
She just wanna eat and fuck but I cannot be cuffed
Getting money everyday that be my mission
Run it up so catch me flexing in the picture
In the picture
G [?] with the red [?] you can’t get it [?]
Drop top Benz got your bitch like oh my god
Off the gas and I’m seeing stars
Bust down, that’s a [?]

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

Tyga – Nigga Wit Money

Uh
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big old ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
How that shit fit on a toilet seat
And my new bitch walk like that shit don’t stink
(Mm mm mm) shit don’t stink
Fuck around with me I got that big old mink
I gotta drag that bitch on the floor
Pour up and then we make a porn (mm mm mm)
Go on and back it up (mm mm mm)
U-haul truck
Tattoos whoa voom scarred up
I get high off the money that’s star bucks
Yea, that’s star bucks
I got a few dtf’s and they down to fuck
I slide in like a parking lot
I get, I get, pussy a lot

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money

What I’mma do, keep getting this money
And what you gon’ do, flip through the gram
Made a movie, we shot it in France
I did it cause I can bitch we was in Cannes (mm mm mm)
Brunch on the sand
Four bracelets I’m the new Killa Cam
Earrings, band
New watches, bananas
Banana in pajamas
The cock is banana (Panda panda)
I got broads in Atlanta (Panda panda)
I got broads in Havana
I got broads on Lufthansa
The bitch just text, she left her bra in the Phantom (mm mm mm)
Sabotage
And that Cartier say it’s savage time
Webbie on repeat, it’s Savage Life
I hit my girl last night, and her friend tonight (mm mm mm)
Yea bitch, I’m the shit
Me and your nigga we opposite
I can make you famous I need five percent
I get it, I get it, poppin’ bitch

You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money
You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
Go and get that cash (mm)
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
I’m a nigga with money

I’m a nigga with money
I’m a nigga with money
Nigga with money

Dave East – Pop’s Crazy (Paranoia Album)

That French bitch, oh
Where I see the joint you had in the studio the other night?
Who?
The one–the studio when I was with you the other night
Oh, she from France
I seen her before, though
But you know what else this shows, what else it shows about a woman, David Jr.?
What, man?
And I always believed this in my heart. Them bitches just don’t give a fuck. They will come fuck you and catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a fucking cab. You know, dick runs a long way when a motherfucker do that
This what we supposed to be recording, man
Oh god, I said this motherfucker is fucking. You know who

Asap Rocky – Hear Me Lyrics

ASAP ROCKY
Hear Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
First of all, I would like to start by saying
I’m the motherf**king man, just thought I’d let you niggas know, hear me?
If the shit hit the fan and these rappers start
The pen coming at you niggas’ throats, hear me?
Do it big out in Cannes
At the film festival, nigga, every year I go, hear me?
Big dick, that’s my man
Keep forty bitches round, bring ’em everywhere I go
Hear me? Hear me? Chilling on a boat
In the south of France, island happened off the coast
Saint-Tropez when I’m waving to the folks
Got the young trap lord with me looking like the Pope, hear me?
Grew up living broke
Before we’d seen it all, niggas had to dream it all
Don’t you compare me cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they feel me
They don’t feel me but they feel me, they hear me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Pharrell]
Hear me?
Young niggas doing what it takes to survive
Hear me?
Young niggas only pay attention if it’s fly
Hear me?
All I ever hope to do is prosper when I strive
Hear me?
If they ain’t playing in the game then they hating on the side
Hear me?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Black dark shades, black leather jacket
Bad chick on my arm got me looking like The Fonz, hear me?
We the champions and about to get a ring same size as LeBron’s, hear me? Hear me?
Yeah, life is a bitch and it’s no holds barred, every man for themselves, hear me? Hear me?
And if you ain’t a man and your name ain’t Solange
Keep your hands to yourself, hear me?
But I don’t know them grown folks’ business
The thoughts that they plant like it’s photosynthe-sis
In your bits, put their nose all in it
I bring ’em to the light with my photogenics
Hear me? f**k all those critics
If Flacko on the booth, that mean a killer on the loose, ooh
Don’t you compare me cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they feel me
They don’t feel me but they fear me, they hear me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Hear me? Hear me?
Young niggas doing what it takes to survive
Hear me? Hear me?
Young niggas only pay attention if it’s fly
Hear me? Hear me?
All I ever hope to do is prosper when I strive
Hear me?
If they ain’t playing in the game then they hating on the side

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, third verse, turn to third gear
I left a couple things out like the third wheel
These niggas lying on tracks without a third rail
Cause yeah, I’m only stating facts when I’m saying on wax
In your ear like I’m cleaning out the wax
They don’t hear me like they’re deaf, “it was wack”, was dirt there?
Hear me? Yes, I gotta talk about the trap
Matter of fact, let me talk about rap cause I’ve served here
Yeah, hear me? Hear me?
Man, f**k the bullshit cause now I’m in my zone, hear me? Hear me?
I hear the same bullshit in every other song, hear me?
So I try to give ’em something different, listen when I’m on, hear me? Hear me?
Saddest thing about it is they only pay attention and they miss you when you’re gone, hear me? Hear me?

Justin Bieber – Maserati Lyrics

JUSTIN BIEBER
Maserati Lyrics

(Jaden Smith & Justin Bieber)
Ah
What’s up Jaden?
I’m feeling nice right now
I’m feeling good to bro
I’m feeling really nice right now
Swag
Swaggy
I’m in my closet right now
Literally in your closet?
I’m literally in my closet right now recording this song like a g
Misfits
You are a g bro
You’re a wrap
You’re a wrap bro
Ah swag
Swaggy, swaggy, swaggy, swaggy
(Jaden Smith)
Oh, I ain’t never met a groupie
All I meet is ladies
And I like my privacy
So I got a Mercedes
Got these chokers shaking
Reminding me have hated
Sorry ’bout the security
It’s only for your safety
Cause baby I’ll be pimpin’
Holler if you see me
I’m probably in Miami
With my girl in a bikini
Text me if you need me
Touch me if you’re greedy
‘Cause you’ll probably be with Nicki
While she says Waikiki
How we the illest and the youngest?
I really don’t know how we the killest and the dumbest
Swear it’s really early
But I don’t know where the sun is
And girl just take my hand
While I knock away these hundreds
Cause the crowd is going crazy
Money coming in bundles
Sorry that I couldn’t see you
It’s hard to see through my stunners
Dumb blondes be sayin’ I’m the funnest
All I’m hearing is claps
Though I don’t know where the drum is
Girl you like it
So just give me the mic
And I’ll get you so excited
Tell me what you want
I’ll go home and write it
To a old school beat
Baby take your lip and bite it
Oh jeez
Girl you got me and you gon’ make me work
Cause it’s usually a hobby
And no I really like you
And no it’s not your body
But trust me that’s a plus
Cause you’re hotter than wasabi
And I’m diggin’ on your kicks
Jokers talking ’bout karate
When I want a girl I just whip out the Maserati
No I can’t drive it
It’s only for the show
And I like to wear the (?)
Watch them circus glow
Girl I’m on like a light bulb
Are you coming home from the night club?
‘Cause I tried to get in but I ain’t reached the height limit
That might be over but the night isn’t so I’m
So text me if you tryna chill with Wesley
Cause me and Mandy are chillin’
So don’t wear nothing dressy
Inside jokes are only funny when you get them
So (?) is the place to be (?) and I’m living in them dance halls
Alright J I think I got it from here
Justin Bieber
Headphones on yeah
Turn them up a little bit
(Justin Bieber)
Baby I’m the man
I felt that you knew that
I’m now in Japan
Just because I do that
So baby don’t you stop it
Baby can you drop it
I give you my chain
I style like Kentucky
Money on my mind
And you on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too big for my time
And everybody know that
Baby I’m the man
Can’t you understand
Keep you wondering
If I’m the wonderman
And you’re in wonderland
Hey my name is JB
I’m always rocking Vans
And if I was your boyfriend
I would love you till the end
I’d kiss your face in public
You can tell all of your friends
Baby girl you got that body
Would you like to go to France?
We can fly there on my jet babe
I can give you jetlag
I don’t do Jamaica baby
I can make you sweat babe
And if you ain’t in the crew
You’ll never get this
Posted at the crib with the Misfits

Take A Mic – Boite Noire (Boite Noire Album)

[Couplet 1]
Si j’veux, j’réfléchis pas, j’kicke
J’dois l’faire, j’t’allume pour ma clique
Meuf, ferme ta gueule, astique
J’suis en train d’percer askip
Devant l’micro, j’suis agile
J’monte sur scène, j’suis habile
J’dois faire un max de fric
Comme ça, j’retourne aux abîmes
Ma Saint-Laurent s’abîme
C’est comme ça qu’on s’habille
J’avance sur le terrain, on s’habitue
J’rappe c’que j’sais, j’fais pas d’études
C’est la vodka qui brûle mon foi
C’est l’avocat qui parle pour moi
J’ai toujours été sûr de moi
Même en r à la fin du mois
J’écris des textes qu’ont pas d’sens
J’analyse les passants
J’suis l’meilleur mais patience
J’suis le médecin de ma science
Une seconde, là j’m’absente
Une seconde, là j’m’absente

[Refrain] x2
Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

[Couplet 2]
J’sais même plus c’qu’on disait
Car y’a une bad bitch à dix heures
Les gens qui m’méprisaient
Prennent de mes nouvelles sur Deezer
Un salaire de misère
Nan jamais je m’y f’rai
C’est mon huitième projet
Y’a plus rien qui m’effraie
Maintenant qu’j’suis dans l’business, j’dois gérer mon budget
Le p’tit est productif, j’suis en excès d’vitesse
Du swag au milieu d’la tess, les seules McQueen dans la pièce
De Suisse provient l’appel, y’a qu’sa voix qui m’apaise
Fuck la France, les lois et sa mentalité
Pour des papiers d’identité, les keufs ont brutalisés
On vend du shit, d’la beuh, d’la C de très bonne qualité
Impuissant quand c’est nos impôts qui sont détournés

[Refrain] x2
Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

Break up every night – The Chainsmokers lyrics

Lyrics The Chainsmokers – Break up every night

She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

“Give me time, give me space, give me reason.”
That’s what you tell me when you’re leaving
Change your mind every night like the seasons
You’re insatiable.

And I know you say you want it now (want it now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy.

She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

Been to France one time and you’re Parisian
Joined the real world, new season
Check my phone, check my pulse, ain’t a reason
I kinda love it though.

And I know you say you need me now (need me now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy.

She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every niiight
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?
She wants to break up every night versuri-lyrics.info
She wants to break up every niiight
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it.

So I build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again, ohhh.

She wants to break up every niiight
She wants to break up every niiight
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every niiight
Then tries to f*ck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel ittt?
The Chainsmokers lyrics
Video night

The Chainsmokers – Break Up Every Night (On SNL) (Live)

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

[Verse 1]
"Give me time, give me space, give me reason."
That’s what you tell me when you’re leaving
Change your mind every night like the seasons
You’re insatiable

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know you say you want it now (want it now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

[Verse 2]
Been to France one time and you’re Parisian
Joined the real world, new season
Check my phone, check my pulse, ain’t a reason
I kinda love it though

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know you say you need me now (need me now)
Give me the runaround (runaround)
Which one am I with now?
She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it

[Bridge]
So I build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again
Build the bridges up, the bridges up
Build the bridges up again, oh

[Chorus]
She wants to break up every night
She wants to break up every night
Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
She wants to break up every night
Then tries to fuck me back to life
How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

Future – Selfish (feat. Rihanna) (Hndrxx Album)

[Intro: Rihanna]
Oooh, yeah

[Verse 1: Rihanna]
It was right
Even though it felt wrong
Nothin’ ever stopped you
From showin’ your progression suddenly

[Bridge: Rihanna & Future]
Broken lies
Driving backwards
Making all the wrong turns
Saying all the wrong words
Dodging angels

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Let’s be one
Oh, let’s not be alone
Empty thoughts fill the room
Breathe for me and I’ll breathe for you

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight
Tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I just hit the lick, south of France
Currency exchange, lookin’ fancy
If that money dirty, make it dance
25 karats cost a mansion
Gold rose petals, bottle standin’
Came from the concrete, takin’ chances
Pop gold Ace like a Xanny
I just need the blessin’ from your family
Broken lies
Ain’t no love without us
It will die
Roses turn into dust
Every night
We gettin’ more popular
Wrong is right
When it comes to us

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Tonight, let’s be selfish
Selfish, tonight, tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rihanna & Future]
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Ooooh, oooo-oooo-oooh
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Let’s be
Let’s be selfish
Yeah, yeah

Be Our Guest (From “Beauty And The Beast”)

[LUMIÈRE, spoken]
Ma chère Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner!

(sung)
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin ’round your neck, cherie
And we’ll provide the rest
Soup du jour
Hot hors d’oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious
Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing, they can dance
After all, Miss, this is France
And a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you’ll
Be our guest
Oui, our guest
Be our guest!

Beef ragout
Cheese soufflé
Pie and pudding, en flambé
We’ll prepare and serve with flair
A culinary cabaret!
You’re alone
And you’re scared
But the banquet’s all prepared
No one’s gloomy or complaining
While the flatware’s entertaining
We tell jokes! I do tricks
With my fellow candlesticks

[Hook]
And it’s all in perfect taste
That you can bet
Come on and lift your glass
You’ve won your own free pass
To be our guest
If you’re stressed
It’s fine dining we suggest

Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Get your worries off your chest
Let us say for your entree
We’ve an array; may we suggest:
Try the bread! Try the soup!
When the croutons loop de loop
It’s a treat for any dinner
Don’t belive me? Ask the china
Singing pork! Dancing veal!
What an entertaining meal!
How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
We’ll make you shout "encore!"
And send us out for more
So, be our guest!
Lumiere:
Be our guest!
Chorus:
Be our guest!

[Mrs. Potts]
It’s a guest! It’s a guest!
Sake’s alive, well I’ll be blessed!
Wine’s been poured and thank the Lord
I’ve had the napkins freshly pressed
With dessert, she’ll want tea
And my dear that’s fine with me
While the cups do their soft-shoein’
I’ll be bubbling, I’ll be brewing
I’ll get warm, piping hot
Heaven’s sakes! Is that a spot?
Clean it up! We want the company impressed
We’ve got a lot to do!
Is it one lump or two?
For you, our guest!
(She’s our guest!)
She’s our guest!
(Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!)

[Lumiere]
Life is so unnerving
For a servant who’s not serving
He’s not whole without a soul to wait upon
Ah, those good old days when we were useful…
Suddenly those good old days are gone
Ten years we’ve been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!
Most days we just lay around the castle
Flabby, fat and lazy
You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

[Hook]
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Our command is your request
It’s been years since we’ve had anybody here
And we’re obsessed
With your meal, with your ease
Yes, indeed, we aim to please
While the candlelight’s still glowing
Let us help you, we’ll keep going

[Lumiere with Hook]
Course by course, one by one
‘Til you shout, "Enough! I’m done!"
Then we’ll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you’ll prop your feet up
But for now, let’s eat up
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Please, be our guest!

Tee Grizzley – From The D To The A (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Off top, run a nigga out his socks
Niggas talk more than bitches
Niggas really be on cock though
Just fucked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex
Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
Grizzley up next, I’m up now
Strap your bullet vest

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
550, 600 hundreds
700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
Let’s get straight to it
Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
Secure the bag, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
Asian lil’ ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow
Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ shit like fuck a price tag
I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap nigga in the game that I’m callin’
If I need help, I’ll dial it by my se-celf

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
Chop with the laser, get decapitated
Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
Text her later like, "I’m done with you
I got a situation, baby"

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Well shit, bro, let me get her then
I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
Nigga talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like I’m Taliban

[Verse 6: Tee Grizzley]
Like I’m Taliban, how we drop shit, go
Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
Don’t ask the price if you know you ain’t tryna cop shit

[Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy
I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit

[Verse 8: Tee Grizzley]
Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
If the Feds hear this shit I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys
Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?

[Verse 9: Lil Yachty]
Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
Every real nigga livin’ will respect this collaboration

[Verse 10: Tee Grizzley]
We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down

[Verse 11: Lil Yachty]
From the D to the A, put respect on it
If that’s your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?
I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease

[Verse 12: Tee Grizzley]
Lease, nigga
Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your bitch drivin’
Bitch!

From the D to the A – Tee Grizzley lyrics

Lyrics Tee Grizzley – From the d to the a

Off top, run a nigga out his socks
Niggas talk more than b*tches
Niggas really be on cock though
Just f*cked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex
Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
Grizzley up next, I’m up now
Strap your bullet vest.(from the d to the a)

550, 600 hundreds
700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
Let’s get straight to it
Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
Secure the bag, nigga.

Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
Asian lil’ ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow
Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ shit like f*ck a price tag
I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap nigga in the game that I’m callin’
If I need help, I’ll dial it by my ..

You swear your b*tch faithful, she sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
Chop with the laser, get decapitated
Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
f*ck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
Text her later like, “I’m done with you
I got a situation, baby”.

Well shit, bro, let me get her then
I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
Nigga talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like Taliban.

Like I’m Taliban, how we drop shit, go
Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
Don’t ask the price if you know you’re not tryna cop shit.

You the type to look around but never cop shit
Ayy, I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit.

Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
If the fans hear this shit I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys versuri-lyrics.info
Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?

Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
Every real nigga livin’ will respect this collaboration.

We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down.

From the D to the A, put respect on it
If that’s your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?
I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease.

Lease, nigga
Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D, b*tch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your b*tch drivin’
B*tchhh!
Tee Grizzley lyrics
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Prince & The New Power Generation – Sexy MF

In a word or two, it’s you I wanna do
No not your body, youe mind you fool
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

We’re all alone in a villa on the Rivera
That’s in France on the south side in case you care
Out of all yoor friends I wanna be the closest
That’s why I tell you things so you’ll be the mostest
When it comes to life, to be this man’s wife
You got to be well educated on the subject of fights
I mean prevention of, in other words
It’s R E A L meaning of this thing called love

Are you up on this?
If so, then you can get up off hug and a kiss

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

We need to talk about things, tell me what cha do
Tell me what cha eat, I might cook for you
See it really don’t matter ’cause it’s all about me and you
Ain’t no one else around

I’m even with the blindfold, gagged and bound
I don’t mind, see this ain’t about sex
It’s all about love being in charge of this life and the next
Why all the cosmic talk?

I just want you smarter than I’ll ever be
When we take that walk

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

Horns stand please
I like it, I like it

You seem perplexed I haven’t taken you yet
Can’t you see I’m harder than a man can get
I got wet dreams comin’ out of my ears
I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me

But I can take it, ’cause I want the whole nine
This ain’t about the body, it’s about the mind

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

Tommy Barbarella in the house
Scrub the dishes

Come here Tommy, yeah
Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Levi, levi, fly
Ooh man, let’s give ’em some more good shit

I like it, I like it
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass

Guard your folks and get your daughter
The sexy motherfucker’s so fine I could drink her bathwater
A long, leggy 5 foot 8, packing an ass as tight as a grape
I want to spit some game but I said to myself

Just conversate, ‘cuz I’m usually quite the calm one
You never found me out prowling boy, I’m just havin’ fun
I’m happy to change my state of mind for this behind
I bet that if you threw that ass into the air it would turn into sunshine

Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass

Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
You sexy motherfucker

Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
You sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
Sexy motherfucker

Future – Selfish Lyrics

[Intro: Rihanna]
Oooh, yeah

[Verse 1: Rihanna]
It was right
Even though it felt wrong
Nothin’ ever stopped you
From showin’ your progression suddenly

[Bridge: Rihanna & Future]
Broken lies
Driving backwards
Making all the wrong turns
Saying all the wrong words
Dodging angels

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Let’s be one
Oh, let’s not be alone
Empty thoughts fill the room
Breathe for me and I’ll breathe for you

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight
Tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I just hit the liquor side of France
Currency exchange, lookin’ fancy
If that money dirty, make it dance
25 karats cost a mansion
Gold rose petals, bottle standin’
Came from the concrete, takin’ chances
Pop gold Ace like a Xanny
I just need the blessin’ from your family
Broken lies
Ain’t no love without us
It will die
Roses turn into dust
Every night
We gettin’ more popular
Wrong is right
When it comes to us

[Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
Oh, let’s not be alone
Let’s not be alone
Tonight, let’s be selfish
Selfish, tonight, tonight
Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rihanna & Future]
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Ooooh, oooo-oooo-oooh
I’ll be selfish
Let’s be selfish
Let’s be
Let’s be selfish
Yeah, yeah

Busted – Air Hostess

(Let’s go!)
(Yeah! Alright!)

Walking through the terminal
I saw something beautiful
You left, for your duty call
Next I’m getting on the plane
That’s when I see you again
I can’t get you off my brain

(Let’s go)
That uniform you’re wearing
So hot I can’t stop staring
You’re putting on an awesome show
The cabin pressure’s rising
My coke has got no ice in there

(Chorus:)

Air hostess
I like the way you dress
You know I hate to fly
But I feel much better
Occupy my mind
Writing you a love letter
I messed my pants
When we flew over France
Will I see you soon
In my hotel room
For a holiday romance?
Air hostess

Throwing peanuts down the aisle
Stupid but it made you smile
You came over for a while
Then you whispered in my ear
The words that I longed to hear
I want you to thrill me here

You can’t because you’re working
The paparazzi’s lurking
You didn’t know I’m in a band
In England people know me
One photo’s worth a hundred grand

(Chorus:)

Air hostess
I like the way you dress
You know I hate to fly
But I feel much better
Occupy my mind
Writing you a love letter
I messed my pants
When we flew over France
Will I see you soon
In my hotel room
For a holiday romance?
Air hostess

Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na
Na, na na-na

That uniform you’re wearing
So hot I can’t stop staring
You’re putting on an awesome show
The plane has almost landed
So tell me where I’m standing now

(Chorus:)

Air hostess
I like the way you dress
You know I hate to fly
But I feel much better
Occupy my mind
Writing you a love letter
I messed my pants
When we flew over France
Will I see you soon
In my hotel room
For a holiday romance?
Air hostess

Cos you’re my air hostess
I love the way you dress
Air hostess
My air hostess
I love the way you dress
Air hostess

Beyonce – Baby Boy (feat. Sean Paul)

Sean Paul
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way – dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside – now hear what da man say – Beyonce
Dutty Ya, Dutty Ya, Dutty Ya
Beyonce sing it now ya

Beyonce’
baby boy you stay on my mind
fulfil my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Picture you in the West Indies
Feeling like royalty in the party
Picture me sexy in a two peice
Laying on exotic beaches in the white sand
Picture us gettin served breakfast
Five star sweets in the south of France
Picture this, being rich, shoppin for expensive gifts
Imagine we can do this all day
(whoa na na na)

Sean Paul
Ya ready gimme da ting dat ya ready get ya live
And tell me all about da tings that you will fantasize
I know you dig da way me step da way me make my stride
Follow your feelings baby girl b/c they cannot be denied
Come check me in-a night and make we get it amplified
Me have da ting to run da ship cause I’m go slip and I’m go slide
And in the words of love I got ta get it certified
But I give you da toughest longest kinda ride – girl

Beyonce’
Baby boy you stay on my mind
fuffil my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Picture you an african prince
Just looking at the water glistnin of my body
Picture me an indian princess
Dominate this from the house of cartiae
Picture us layin on silk sheets
lookin at the sun set sipping champagne
Picture this Me and you
doin what we wanna do
Imagine we could do this all day
(whoa na na na)

Baby boy you stay on my mind
fuffil my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies(bye bye bye bye)
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Baby boy you stay on my mind
Baby boy you are so damn fine
Baby boy wont you be mine
Baby boy lets conceive an angel
Baby boy you stay on my mind(ooooooo)
Baby boy you are so damn fine(oooooo)
Baby boy wont you be mine(ooooooo)
Baby boy lets conceive an angel

Sean Paul
Top top – girl
Me and you together is a wrap – dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top – girl
You no stop shock – girl
Little more da Dutty, we’ll rock dat world
(Whoa na na na)

Beyonce’
Baby boy you stay on my mind
fuffil my fantasies(whoa na na na)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams(whoa na na na)
Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies(whoa na na na)
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

Beyonce'(Sean Paul)
We’re steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
We’re steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
I know your gonna like it
I know your gonna like it

Beyonce'(Sean Paul)
I’m steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
I’m steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
So dont you fight it
So dont you fight it

Rich Chigga – Seventeen

[Verse 1]
Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

Buffy Sainte-Marie – Universal Soldier lyrics

He’s five feet two and he’s six feet four
He fights with missiles and with spears
He’s all of thirty-one and he’s only seventeen
He’s been a soldier for a thousand years

He’s a catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain
A Buddhist and a Baptist and Jew
And he knows he shouldn’t kill and he knows he always will
Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you

And he’s fighting for Canada, he’s fighting for France
He’s fighting for the USA
And he’s fighting for the Russians and he’s fighting for Japan
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way

And he’s fighting for democracy he’s fighting for the reds
He says it’s for the peace of all
He’s the one who must decide who’s to live and who’s to die
And he never sees the writing on the wall

But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He’s the one who gives his body as the weapon of the war
And without him all this killing can’t go on

He’s the universal soldier and he really is to blame
But his orders come from far away no more
They come from him and you and me and brothers can’t you see
This is not the way we put an end to war?

Soulja Boy – Rockstar letras

[Intro]
Rich Gang nigga, rich gang in our bag nigga
Ay man, Rich Gang in the fuckin’ buildin’
London On Da motherfuckin’ Track
Soulja!
Yeah, I’ma just pour up the four
All of my niggas on go
Choppers underneath the floor
Strapped everywhere we go
We get money on the road

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
[Verse 1]
Rock star status
Come in it be swaggin’
Came in he be dabbin’
I’m dressed in the latest fashion
Pull up in a Bentley truck and it cost a millie
I just bought a Wraith, I got stars in the ceilin’
I’m cookin’ the crack
I’m servin’ that pack
London On Da Track
Stand in the trap
I make it right back
Broke nigga back back
In the penthouse pour up a four
Mansion came with the marble floor
Choppers, they underneath the flow
Fuck with Lil Soulja, the choppers gon’ blow
10 pints of the Hi-Tech
20 pints of the Actavis
100,000 Xans
I just took a trip over to France
Young nigga gettin’ money and I know they see it
I done prayed to God, this shit turned me to a demon

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar

[Verse 2]
Smokin’ on dope like the Haitians
Can’t fuck with the bitch if she basic
Pull up right on you, just see your location
Rollin’ up Backwoods and (?) on Vegas
I get the money, I don’t have no patience
Hop on the jet and I go to Las Vegas
Whippin’ my wrist, man a young nigga famous
.223 bullets, I’m grippin’ the stainless
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah I need two cups
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah and I’m piped up
Walk up in the club and I got 10 bad bitch
Make it rain in this bitch
Make it splash in this bitch
I just hit the cash
Trap nigga all about cash
Maserati do the dash
Runnin’ my check up so fast
Every chance that I get
When I get the money, I’ma shit on they ass
I’ma trap star, rap star, rock star, in love with the cash

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar

Chris Brown – Marathon Man

Word around town, it’s a drug war
Step into my crib, it’s a drug store
I don’t need nothin’, I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin’ off
Hittin’ it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I’m the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin’ coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin’ dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain’t stickin’ to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Marathon man, nigga cheatin’ like I’m Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can’t nigga, I can, boy don’t make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I’m playin’, I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain’t no evidence cause the judge ain’t find no skeleton
I be runnin’ laps in my trap
Ain’t gotta be strapped ‘fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin’ flame, young out, I be tamed, I’m the fuckin’ man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin’ gingerbread man, catch me if you can

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

Childish Gambino – Higher Love

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

Childish Gambino – Higher Love Lyrics

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

21 Savage – Motorcycle (feat. Dreezy) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle (6x)

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I can’t stop it, hundred thousand stuffed in my pocket
Pull up on a nigga with a rocket, if I pull it out then imma pop it
I call her bike life cuz she riding, non-stop it, eat the pussy up and then a nigga get it popping
Finger licking good like shrimp and teriyaki
VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey
21 savage I get money like a Jew, hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue
You know I’m a slut, I’ll fuck your crew
Yeah I’m a dog like that, pull up in a rarri with the top dropped back
Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back
Pew pew pew, make a nigga walk back
1017 they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside that pussy baby I can’t stop
I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top
Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans
Make a nigga wanna go and buy her a ring
She gon’ turn a nigga to a fiend, she gon’ make a nigga kill the scene
She gon’ hold my dope when I’m in need, she gon’ bail me out when I’m in need

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case
I’ve been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face
Been real with him from the start know a lot of niggas sell out
Get up in the jam you know who to call to bail out
Got a bad bitch, know these niggas gon’ hate
Can’t stop getting money bitch I don’t got brakes
If a nigga bout his bread, it be getting to his head
He be running from the feds, left a lot of niggas dead
Ain’t enough kush, he be rolling like dice
Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights
He’ll pay for it if I gave him a price, fuck around with my type boy you know you ain’t right
I’m knowing your bitch ain’t had shit
Its Dreezy and 21 Savage
Yeah million dollar nigga blow the money like a whistle
Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu
Hard head nigga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring we can make this shit official
Fucking with me harder than your niggas, power couple yeah we all up on a mission
I know when you gotta handle business, you know imma be here waiting for you when you finish
Let’s get it

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it