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DJ Khaled – Thank You Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Big Sean & DJ Khaled]
I gotta give thanks, you know? Shit, believe it to achieve it or you never will
On the phone with Colin Kaepernick
He like, “They not gon’ make it easy for us in this game and they never will”
I’m like, “That’s not just the NFL, bro, that’s every field”
Look, no restraints, bitch, only strength
That’s my wavelength, surprised I ain’t go insane
Heard more gunshots outside than the doorbell rang
And swam with sharks that’s too big to fill up tanks
And I’m right here, right now, how could I not give thanks? I never really met nobody who was truly successful that wasn’t thankful (Straight up, woah)
For the good and the bad (Go time)
It made me who I am
Straight up, look
DJ Khaled
[Verse: Big Sean]
When it get this dark, you gotta feel your way out
They tried to bury me alive, I Kill Bill-ed my way out
Letting go of grudges that I used to feel a way about
‘Cause some emotions are too taxing to keep paying out
Life is what you make it, I know I’ll make it for sure, then make it some more
I know critics hate it galore, it doesn’t phase me no more
I know some peoples only taste of success is the bite that they take out of yours
My GG told me God laugh at you when you make plans
The type of wisdom that made us men
Plus tryna thank everybody who helped us along the way
Is like trying to name every single member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Yeah, I might skip one or two
But that doesn’t mean they wasn’t just as part of the plan
Some love goes without saying
Who would’ve thought that DJ that was on 6 to 10
Right there on 99 Jamz, screamin’, “We the best”
Would’ve had all the execs eatin’ right out of his hands? Feel my pain, I paint these pics, I spill this paint
I miss my dogs, I spill this drink
I pray that all your growing pains turn gold champagne
Plus I gotta thank my exes on some “thank u, next” shit
And all the old times that gave me new perspectives
Speaking of new, I’m about to ink a new deal, Don Life Records
And put anyone on in the city who needs connections
This that Fortune 500, my shit never plummet
I just bought a mansion and moved in the dungeon, don’t none of y’all want it
So all y’all fuckboys that want us to fuck up
Just know I make fire in the place and not one of ’em fumble
My vision is tunnel, Sean Don
[Outro: Big Sean]
And I just gotta give thanks
‘Cause it’s that time
You know what I’m talking about, that grind time
You’ve been grinding your whole life
It’s that time where that preparation meets that opportunity
And you gotta be ready
And give thanks Showed us all the keys to success from doors being slammed
Look, I gotta thank Khaled, who back in 2010
Convinced Ye, Sean should drop my last shit
It’s a smash hit, add Chris to it and it’s a classic
That’s that rare shit, yeah loyalty everlasting, look
All I know, forever stuck to the code
Only one I changed was 48221 to 90210
Fast forward later, this nigga Khaled my neighbor
The type of stories that you can’t make up
The universe doesn’t just work it out, man, it works in our favor
What’s Heaven on earth, getting everything that you prayed for?

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Tory Lanez – Say Ahh Freestyle Lyrics

Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah
[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw
[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh [Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?

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Chris Brown – Like This Lyrics

[Verse: 1]
Only one conversation
Getting you to my place, yeah
We can have a situation
All you gotta do is say yeah
But do you really wanna stop now
You already let me see
What it could be
And right now I don’t want you to go without me
[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t want to go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And then we in a zone like this
Keep it going like this, yeah
[Verse: 2]
Look at us on the floor now
I’m digging everything I like your smile
Only wanna stay a little while
But you ain’t gotta go, no
DJ playing my song now
It’s my turn to feel you out
Cause baby you know that
All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby
[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay, oh ho
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah
[Bridge]
Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
Damn I’m loving this spotlight
You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
It wasn’t suppose end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

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Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics

I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all
[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn
[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part [Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)
[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at? [Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!

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Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Radio)

[Verse 1]
(Uh, let me loose)
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise
[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise
[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Go, go, go…
[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
[Outro]
DJ spinnin’

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Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas
[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight? [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight? And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight? And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

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Pitbull – Roof On Fire Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride
[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! [Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! [Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. [Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride
[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Stay-on-fire, Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! [Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Took over the world
Mr.

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Nacho, Wisin & Noriel – No Te Vas (Remix)

(Baby, tú estás escuchando)
[Estribillo]
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador
[Outro: Nacho, Wisin]
Yo ando con los Mambo Kingz
No Te Vas Remix
Díselo Luian, yeah
Damas y caballeros, bienvenidos a la liga de campeones
Sube
El Remix
La Criatura, bebé
Alcover, yeah
Venezuela y Puerto Rico
Ja, Nacho con el Tigre W
No-Noriel
Bifi [Intro: Wisin]
Doble U
[Verso 1: Noriel, Wisin]
Me dejé llevar por las ganas de verte, no pude aguantarme
(dame una oportunidad)
Mi corazón me dijo "Vete, encuéntrala" y vine a buscarte
Yo vine esta noche con ganas de robarte un beso
Aunque sé que no me conoces
[Estribillo: Nacho, Wisin]
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sé que un día correré la suerte
De ganar en el amor contigo
Tu futuro será mejor conmigo
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti (te estoy cazando)
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador (okey, bebé, estoy listo)
[Verso 2: Wisin]
Baby, voy por ti (duro)
Desde el día en que yo te vi
Tú me miraste al instante, entendí
Que eras tú la que faltaba, ni siquiera te esperaba
De mi mente te adueñabas y ni cuenta yo me daba (uh, uh, uh)
Quiero llevarte a un lugar aparte (hah), déjame hablarte
Tengo un millón de besos para darte (yeah)
Tú sólo dame la señal que yo te llevo (eh)
Contigo me atrevo (eh), déjame llevarte a un mundo nuevo
[Puente: Nacho, Wisin]
De aquí tú jamás te irás
Te quedas conmigo
Este amor es de verdad
Y es sólo contigo
De aquí tú jamás te irás
Nuestra unión es para siempre
Y perderte, qué va, eso no va (this is the remix)
[Estribillo: Wisin, Nacho]
De aquí no te vas sin mí
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador
De aquí no te vas sin mí (ajá)
De aquí no me voy sin ti
Aposté todo para verte
Sólo es cuestión de suerte
En ese juego del amor
Me convertí en un ganador (Noriel El Peligroso)
[Verso 2: Noriel, Wisin]
No sé si es un error que te insista
Es que tú pareces de revista
La octava maravilla del mundo ya está en la lista
Por ti soy egoísta; DJ, para la pista
Que desde hoy creo en el amor a primera vista
Para mí es más que un placer (Noriel)
Tener de frente la que en un futuro va a ser mi mujer
Mi princesa, mi amiga, mi esposa
Recorrer el mundo entero y en cada país darte una rosa
Yo te buscaba pero estabas perdida
No te encontraba porque cuando Dios diga
Por ti lo apuesto todo, el futuro no me intimida
Y si pierdo que me quede sin na’ hasta la otra vida, ¡wuh!

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Famous Dex – THEM DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Dexter (light it up with my bros)
Y’know, DJ roll up some more Woods, bro (light it up with my bros)
Smokin’
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member them days I was broke (I was broke)
Pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Dexter (Dexter, yeah)
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Had to pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Yeah, all my feelings go (feelings go)
She wanna fuck me, I send her home (I send her home)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
She want some money, had to tell her no (I had to tell her no)
I be sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
‘Member broke, I was wearin’ the same clothes (I was wearin’ the same clothes)
[Verse 1]
Huh, light it up with my team (light it up with my team)
Pop me a bean, now I’m seein’ everything (seein’ everything)
Bitch want a ring and she want everything (but she can’t get a thing)
I’m married to the money, yeah you see this wedding ring (see this wedding ring)
Yeah, got this gold all up on my body (body)
I’m ballin’, it’s my hobby, geekin’ off a molly (geekin’ off a molly)
Run up on me, swear I might catch a body (might catch a body)
Huh, I might catch a body (Dexter)
I’m geekin’ off a molly (yeah)
[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
All of my feelings go (all of my feelings go)
Yeah, had to pour me a four (had to pour me a four)
‘Member days I was sleepin’ on the floor (I was sleepin’ on the floor)
Light it up with my bros (with my bros)
Had to pour up me a four (had to pour me a four, yeah)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)
[Verse 2]
Wait, took your bitch on a date (bitch on a date)
Now she wanna skate, I might bust in her face (I bust in her face)
She doin’ coke, man she take the shits to the face (she what?)
Sippin’ on my lean, take the shit to the face (oh, I needa take a break, yeah)
Wait, take a break (take a break)
Need to take a break (take a break)
Heart race (heart race), feel my heart race, yeah
Who that’s callin’ me? (Who that’s callin’?)
Fuck a bad bitch, yeah she keep stalkin’ me (Dexter)
[Chorus]
Yeah, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Huh, pour a four (pour a four, yeah)
Huh, now all my feelings go (now all my feelings go)
I remember days sleepin’ on the floor (I remember days broke)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, all go)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, feelings go)
[Verse 3]
I can’t trust all these hoes (trust all these hoes)
She want some money, tell that bitch “hell no” (had to tell her no)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member days sleepin’ on the floor (‘member days I was broke)
Bad bitch, she’s doin’ the coke (doin’ the coke)
And she shove the shit all up on her nose (she shove it up her nose)
Huh
[Outro]
And you know how that go (how that go)
With my bros (with my bros)
Had to light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)

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E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics

He’s been hot for decades
[Hook: DecadeZ]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
You know how to make a pole disappear
Georgia peach booty, body (body)
Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
She the bestest (the bestest)
I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
Hella thick (hella thick)
I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)
[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
It feels good to be dancin’ now
You never have fun when your man’s around
You get down, full throttle
Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
No we tryin’ to fuck each other
When we leave here let’s be lovers
We on the dance floor doin’ the most
I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
I put both hands under her skirt
Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”
[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
[Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
Dolla Will man
Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
I’m a victim too, private peep show
If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)
[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

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Sean Paul – “Spin It” Lyrics

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
(Chorus)
Tell you this
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Drop it low and touch the ground
Tell the DJ turn up the sound
Love the way how you wine that waist
Love the way how you wine that waist
S*ck it girl and run the place
Take it girl and run the place
(Verse 1)
I know where we can go
Follow me girl
You know that its going down
Its going down girl
Girl your body language
Give me the sign
You always deh pon mi mind
You get a new man
Now di whole one did a waste time
Monday to sunday , she a call up mi phone
Cause mi gi’ her the wickedest wine
Give her the hundred
Bawl and a cry say she well wann’ the contract sign
What a body hot , what a body neat
Baby girl mi waan’ take you off the street
Mi a go make you tear your bed sheet
Turst me me girl i am a good fit
(Chorus)
Gonna make you
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Drop it low and touch the ground
Tell the DJ turn up the sound
Love the way how you whine that waist
Love the way how you whine that waist
Suck it girl and run the place
Take it girl and run the place
I know where we can go
Follow me girl
You know that its going down
Its going down girl
(Verse 2)
Gyal your body look good
Love how u doing it , you ever stay doin it
Gyall you are run good
Nuff a dem hate you and dem a try
Trouble anywhere you go
Dem a try steady but dem dont have doing it
Light dem off like stero
When dem lookin inna benz gyal u doing it
What a body hot , what a body neat
Baby girl mi wann’ take you off the street
Me a go make you tear your bed sheet
Turst me me girl i am a good fit
(Chorus)
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
Drop it low and touch the ground
Tell the DJ turn up the sound
Love the way how you whine that waist
Love the way how you whine that waist
Suck it girl and run the place
Take it girl and run the place
I know where we can go
Follow me girl
You know that its going down
Its going down girl
Girl your body look good
Love how doing it
(Bridge)
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
It’s going down girl
Spin it girl and turn it ’round
It’s going down girl
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Konshens Looking For Talented Deejay On Instagram

Young music nerds link up now. #konshens. A post shared by New Ting. PS. Sorry. JA/Caribbean/USA/Can. Must be show ready, creative, quick on your feet and able to function under pressure. Sorry,” he wrote. #konshens. JA/Caribbean/USA/Can. But be before submitting your application, here is a list of some of the requirements. Must be able to command all audience. The dancehall deejay posted a notice on Instagram asking for DJs to submit their resume. PS. Must reside in the west!! Technologically and technically sound. Music be travel ready, no criminal record or deportation from any country.”
Shortly after posting the job notice, Konshens says his DM exploded. DM explode a while ago lol. Must have extensive knowledge of music globally. sorry. If you are a young upcoming disc jockey, Konshens is looking for somebody like you to join his team full time. Must reside in the west!! Konshens is looking for some new talent to join his team. sorry. Must be energetic and quick. DM explode a while ago lol. “Professional DJ needed. IFG Jan 19 2018 (@konshens) on Jan 9, 2018 at 8:07am PST

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Meghan Markle Stripper Claim NOT True

Gossip Cop can correct this inaccurate claim. Celeb Dirty Laundry, for example, then embellished an article that had the headline, “Queen Elizabeth Horrified: Meghan Markle’s Resume Reveals Stripping Talents.” In its completely fabricated report, based on TMZ’s false premise, the website maintained that “negative publicity” is jeopardizing Markle’s relationship with the queen. Contrary to the published contention about the actress’s past, a source close to the bride-to-be tells us the story about Markle listing “stripper” on her resume is entirely “untrue.” Tellingly, not a single U.K. As for CDL, which tends to peddle fake news stories about Markle and the royal family, it simply regurgitated the erroneous claim about her “stripping” without bothering to fact-check it, and then made it worse by manufacturing the wholly fictitious angle about the queen being “horrified.”

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Meghan Markle’s resume lists “stripper” as one of her skills. “Markle boasts she’s proficient in just about every sport, including baseball, golf, swimming, horseback riding, snowboarding and even baton twirling,” writes the outlet before contending she’s “also got some circus skills (juggling) and has a few miscellaneous titles… DJ, masseuse and stripper.”
After publishing that inaccurate claim, a number of other outlets picked up the story. The often discredited outlet further asserted, “These are not the kind of headlines Queen Elizabeth wants to see right now,” adding without any proof that more of “Meghan’s dirty little secrets will soon be exposed.”
Let Gossip Cop set the record straight about what’s going on here. Tuesday, December 5, 2017
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Queen Elizabeth is horrified that Meghan Markle’s resume lists stripping as one of her skills. (Getty Images)
Meghan Markle’s resume does not list “stripper” or “stripping” as one of her skills, despite an erroneous report. outlet reported on Markle’s alleged resume “skills,” and the inaccurate article has since been removed from TMZ’s website. Tuesday, December 5, 2017
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Celeb Dirty Laundry Celebrity Rumors Fake News Meghan Markle Queen Elizabeth TMZ We’re told it’s simply “untrue.”
According to TMZ, Markle is “a Jill of all trades, at least according to an old acting resume that lists a VERY wide range of talents.” The site alleges that on an old resume, which was put together before her seven-season run on “Suits,” the actress allegedly wrote some “real interesting stuff” in the skills section.

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Calvin Harris Reaction To Taylor Swift “Gorgeous” Lyrics Made Up

Gossip Cop is told he wouldn’t. Now, we’ve got the DJ’s response to the shady reference!” Yeah, that isn’t suspicious at all. In fact HollywoodLife noted in a headline on Friday morning, “Taylor Swift Fans Freak That She’s Throwing Shade At Ex Calvin Harris In ‘Gorgeous.’” Now less than 12 hours later, the site is trying to capitalize on that possibility by pretending to know Harris’ reaction. (Getty Images)
A certain webloid is claiming to know Calvin Harris’ reaction to Taylor Swift’s lyrics in her new song “Gorgeous,” but the story was made up. Calvin knows that Taylor built her career about singing about the men in her life so he knew it was only a matter of time before she took some shots at him. He is a little shocked that after all this time, she is still thinking about him and maybe a little hung up on him too.”
But on his Twitter feed, the deejay doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by the song. Friday, October 20, 2017
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Calvin Harris Celebrity Rumors Fake News HollywoodLife Taylor Swift And given that the outlet is known for making up “exclusives” related to hot topics, it’s certainly no surprise HollywoodLies went that route. At midnight Friday, Swift released a new song from her upcoming album and many began speculating that the lines “I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us/He’s in the club doing I don’t know what” are a reference to Harris. We’re told the site simply manufactured Harris’ reaction. And HollywoodLies proved that it has no real access to either music star when it wrongly claimed Swift was “secretly engaged” to Harris more than a year ago. In fact, Harris tweeted on Friday night, “Feeling extra blessed today.” So why would he bother having someone close to him go tell a random blog how he feels about his ex-girlfriend’s music? In the follow-up piece, titled “Calvin Harris ‘Not Surprised At All’ Over Taylor Swift Lyrics — ‘Get Over It & Move On,’” the outlet writes, “Ever since Taylor Swift dropped her new track ‘Gorgeous,’ fans have been speculating that she took a sly jab at her ex Calvin Harris in the lyrics! Gossip Cop can expose this fake news story. The webloid didn’t magically, all of a sudden get some real scoop. The online publication quotes a supposed “source close to Calvin” as saying, “Calvin is not surprised at all after hearing the lyrics to Taylor‘s new song. Share The Facts

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Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I
[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I
[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine [Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I
[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

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Zig zag – Mc Gui feat. Mc Rahell letras

Mc Gui letras
Video zag Letras Mc Gui – Zig zag
Meninas vamos lá
Que já vai começar
Aquece e movimenta
Quero vê quem representa
Pode se soltar.(zig zag)
Faz esse corpo balançar
Gata fica a vontade
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E quando o DJ tocar
Mostra a habilidade. Vem com o bumbum
Fazendo Zig Zaaag
Zig zig zig
Zig zig zaaag
Sobe no zig
Tu desce no zaggg.

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No music – Jacob Sartorius lyrics

Don’t say you don’t mean to, I know you do
It’s not like me to mess with girls like you
Can’t get you outta my head
And I know it’s all on me
You make me feel like I’m floating away slowly
But I just can’t get you outta my head
But the DJ went home a long time ago, yeah
And now all I see are tables and chairs. You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic. Jacob Sartorius lyrics
Video music I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it? You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no music. How’d you do it? How’d you do it? How’d you do it? Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – No music
I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no music
With no music
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it? I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it? You push and you pull, you speed and you break
You’re making it hard for me to get away
And I just can’t get you outta my head, oh yeah
You’re hot and you’re cold, you’re shy and you’re bold
You’re good and you’re bad and you’ve got me, I’m sold
And I just can’t get you outta my head
See, the silence is loud on this suburban street
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In the room is a quiet storm. You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiiccc.

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Talib Kweli & Styles P – Brown Guys (The Seven Album)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too

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Cold War Kids – Wilshire Protest (La Divine Album)

I am marching with the protest
I got so much to say, but I’m only here to witness
There’s a war inside my head
And I’m surrendering to weakness
We’re separated by steel and glass
In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ
Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home
Don’t text me there should be no, I can wait
My chemical’s are spiking like a lie detector
Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer
We dream of being a true spirit
We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders
We binge on the mood sticking on the bleachers
We worship talent, but we don’t see if anybody can even see it
First you must believe it
So keep your nosebleed seats I’d rather be irrelevant
What if I crossover and nobody remembers it?
Will we stay together?
Even if I never get discovered?
This is the west coast dreams will make a line
This is the promise land, the gold rush
And I’m about to find out

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Rich Homie Quan – Replay (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Be quiet, RoRo
Yeah, this that shit here, man
Nigga gon’ feel, brah
You know what I’m sayin’, like
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man
I’m so content with the person I am
I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
Niggas a wannabe, niggas a drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These niggas actin’, these niggas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these niggas bastards
These niggas hatin’, these niggas leechin’
Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fuck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best nigga

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 2]
Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ nigga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone take for one of y’all niggas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these niggas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ nigga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these niggas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

[Bridge]
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

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Noah Cyrus – Stay Together

[Verse 1]
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
Now I’m not making sense
I’m laughing at a joke that I don’t get
I’m acting like these strangers are my friends
But I don’t give a fuck
Yelling at the DJ, "Bro, your shit is boring"
Doing things that I will not regret until the morning
Imma make it rain down, another round is on me
I’m just here for fun and I don’t care about the money
(Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Verse 2]
Alright, alright, finish your G and T
The Uber’s here, so now it’s time to leave
Hey driver, could you pass the AUX to me?
Go ahead and turn it up
Head out of the window
You could call me shameless
Waving to my people now I’m acting like I’m famous
Tell him, "Take the long way"
We could see the sunrise
Damn, you look so pretty when the sunlight hits your blue eyes

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Refrain]
(For the night, for the night)(oh yeah)
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
(Hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, Oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

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Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Lana Del Rey – Children Of The Bad Revolution (Cherry Blossom Album)

[Intro]
Take me in your fast car Mercedes
Kissing on your neck while you’re driving
He- he doesn’t care, I’m always on my Blackberry
All the time, all the time, buying into every line

[Verse 1]
I’m a flashy little lush, but he thinks I’m really fine
Notorious and wild, takes me where I’m gonna shine
Where the bad boys roll hard, dressing like James Dean
And the vixen starlets feels so good to be

[Hook]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

[Verse 2]
Baby, we are chancers on the scene
Glamour in the gutters, only so arty
Sick graffiti artists and tabloid queen
Mix it up, mix it up
Every ‘do you’ve ever seen

We’re acting really tough
Like the world belongs to us
Cause it does, yeah, it must
What we do creates the buzz
Where the bad boys blow smoke
Just like they’re James Dean
And the it girls blow kisses
Just like Marilyn

[Hook]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

[Verse 3]
Run for our lives
They got all our chains
Let’s hope that we merge
Create our own games
DJ’s, rock stars, posers we are
The new politicians
They’re celebrity editions
And it’s so pornographic then it’s tragic
Nothing magic makes us free
To be what we wanna be, wanna be

[Hook 2x]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

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SoMo – Champion (Theanswers Album)

[Verse 1]
I live in a world where we compete
For things we need in our lives
I’ve got the heart of a champion, but with you I’m more
I’ve tried to repress my desires
Baby, you got me on fire

[Pre-Chorus]
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off of that?
Girl, just call me back soon
I work for that body, boo

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

[Verse 2]
I’ve been practicing around the world
Taking my chances on the baddest girls
Gotta stack my tickets up so I cash ’em in for ya
Roll my body like an Oscar
Girl, you’re acting up, acting up

[Pre-Chorus]
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off of that?
Girl, just call me back soon
I work for that body, boo

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

[Bridge]
Can I pick it up? Can I claim this award?
Why is this trophy by itself?
DJ, pick it up, I’ma win it off the shelf
Can’t give it up to nobody else

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

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Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On

One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio

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LUDACRIS – Vitamin D lyrics

Aw yeah, yeah!
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda….

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it

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Ludacris – Vitamin D (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris]
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

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Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold

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Tate Kobang – Dis Side

[Intro]
See
What the problem is
Ya’ll niggas talk too fucking much
[?] they’re talking
[?]
DJ [?] here
Tate Kobang
We do this for Baltimore

Yeah
If you ain’t ready for this we come back

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Verse: Tate Kobang]
All black cars deep tints for niggas
Four-nine MMs that’s for triggers
Money coming slow got the drop on some dealers
Catch them stumblin’ out of the club on liquor
We been getting money for a minute on the low
Twelve keep watching think a nigga’s sellin’ blow
Anybody fucking up the paper gotta go
Came up from the bottom ain’t a nigga cold as snow
Had to take some time off just to get my head right
Rest in peace to school that got me scared to stop at red lights
Pipe clutchin’, niggas bussin’, no discussin’
Told my kids we’ll come at home and daddy love you
Niggas see you at the top won’t send shots
Couple niggas on call love spend blocks
If a nigga gettin’ money just congratulate him
Why you thinkin’ we gon’ make it that you had to hate him
It’s enough money for a saw
Came in broke all I wanna do is ball
Hate to see you down but they love to watch you fall
Mama struggle that’s why I don’t give a fuck at all
Give a fuck at all

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Outro]

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Rihanna – Pon De Replay (Internet Version)

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let’s go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Wind it up one time, wind it back once more

(Come)
Run
(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ?til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come, come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the club gon be rockin’ when I’m through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat

(Come)
Run

(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ’til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Okay everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?