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Go Loko | YG & Tyga & Jon Z Lyrics

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YG & Tyga & Jon Z - Go Loko


Song: Go Loko
Artist: YG & Tyga & Jon Z
Rhythm: Urban




My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Yeah, yeah, slide, slide, fo'
My bitch so loco (Go loco, go loco, go loco)
She bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Slide, slide, fo' (Go loco)

I'll put you in a chokehold
(Go loco, go loco, go loco)
I'll pull a track out, fo' sho
(Fo' sho-sho, fo' sho-sho, fo' sho-sho)
I like it when you touch the floor
(Get low-low, get low-low, get low)
Call me for dick, not Geico
(Not Geico, call my phone when you're horny)
Hey mamacita, hey mamacita, hey (Hey, hey)
Drip too hard, don't drown on this wave (Drip)
She told me to handcuff her, give her no escape
Bad lil' haina, puta behave
Red lipstick, black outliner on it
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You be leavin' clues when we fuckin' and you're blowin'
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You want a real nigga who got real shit in motion
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want me a Wilhelmina bitch to bust it open
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Yeah, yeah, slide, slide, fo'
My bitch so loco (Go loco, go loco, go loco)
She bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Slide, slide, fo' (Go loco)

I'm a badass mofo
(Go loco, go loco, go loco)
She wanna get wifed, that's a no-no
(That's a no-no, big no-no, big no-no)
I don't need the police at my front door
(No po-po, no po-po at my front door)
House party go until six-somethin'
(House party go until six in the morning)
My cup got lipstick on it (Yeah)
Bitches wanna put they lips on it (Damn)
And it's sweet, wanna lick on it (Ahh)
Wanna taste, eat it up like a strawberry
Ice in your mouth, let it melt like Ben & Jerry
That tongue so fire, fire (Woo)
She want me to herself, said it's all mine
Left, out of town, said I'm always on your mind
You don't wanna fly alone, next time can I come?

My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Yeah, yeah, slide, slide, fo'
My bitch so loco (Go loco, go loco, go loco)
She bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
(Yi, viajo sin ver)
My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María (María, Marina)
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (Yi, with the .44, with the .44)
Slide, slide, fo' (Yi, viajo sin ver, go loco)

Ese culo me tiene bien loco
Bien loco, bien loco (Yi, yi-yi)
Mezclo la' pastilla' con la code' y Four Loko (Yi)
Four Loko (Yi), Four Loko
Me lo mama hasta que se le salen lo' moco' (Ugh)
Lo' moco', lo' moco'
En el carro me chinga y por poco yo choco (Skrrt)
Yo choco (Sk-krt), yo choco
Tyga & YG wanna Boricua pussy
Yo quiero una gringa, una hoe ass bitch
No huelas perico, ma'i, mejor huele tusi
Desnu'a en el jacuzzi me mama el bich'
María, Juanita, Latina Morenita
Tiene el toto negro, pero por dentro es rosita
María, Juanita, Latina Morenita
Tiene el toto negro, pero por dentro es rosita

My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Yeah, yeah, slide, slide, fo'
My bitch so loco (Go loco, go loco, go loco)
She bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass, Bounce that ass)
My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Slide, slide, fo' (Go loco)

(Music)

My bitch go loco (Go loco, go loco)
María, María, María
Slide on a nigga with the .44 (With the .44, with the .44)
Slide, slide, fo'
My bitch so loco (Go loco, go loco, go loco)
She bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass like a lolo (Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, bounce that ass)
My bitch go loco



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Up Like An Insomniac (Freestyle) | XXXTENTACION Lyrics

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Up Like An Insomniac (Freestyle) | XXXTENTACION Lyrics


Song: Up Like An Insomniac (Freestyle)
Artist: XXXTENTACION
Rhythm: Urban




Okay, I'm way too good at this shit
I don't even really gotta try no more
Oh my God, Ronny

Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am- huh? Bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up (Okay!)
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up

Okay, Xans for her dinner, uh, bag from Margiela, uh
Bad lil' bitch, she Spanish, speak no English, got no manners
Just like a gnome, I'm at your home
Right on your yard, shoes are Goyard
Dick in your broad, her pussy stinky
Messy like Binky, bon appétit-tee, okay?
Bitch, I don't see nobody better than me, mm
All these pussy niggas is jealous of me, mm
Got her pussy wetter than Swiffer, you see, mm
Steal a nigga flow and murder his beat, uh
Stole a nigga bitch, she murder my meat, uh
Had a nigga numb from feet to the knee up
When she suck my dick it's makin' her hiccup
When I'm in that pussy I just might do sit-ups

Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up

All these niggas fuckin' hoes, ten toes, never fold
Pussy nigga, snatch your soul out your shirt, actin' buff
Actin' up, actin' tough, just might get you fist fucked
All that talk about runnin' up, still your boy, I'm runnin' up
My flow's acidic, I murder rap virgins with it
I'm swervin', flippin' the bird while I'm purgin' niggas
My words is bigger, matter of fact, my dick bigger
The bigger the figure, the more they probably fuck niggas
I'll say it again
No, I don't wanna be friends with none of you fuckin' Aliens
I'm Predator, nigga, I batter you nigga, yo, matter of fact
I'm better than niggas, I'll battle you nigga, woo!

Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am- huh? Bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up, bitch, I am up
Bitch, I am up

Hey, that was a fuckin' freestyle, just so y'all fuck niggas know
Thank you very much, this- this whole thing was a freestyle
You can ask my engineer
I was doin' this shit in the motherfuckin' booth
Thank you very much, okay!



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Love Is All Around | Wet Wet Wet Lyrics

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Wet Wet Wet - Love Is All Around


Song: Love Is All Around
Artist: Wet Wet Wet
Rhythm: Pop




I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows

It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
Oh, yes it is
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show

You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginning, there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend

(Music)

I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things you said
Oh, yes I did

You gave your promise to me
And I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me
In everything I do
Oh, yes I do

You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginning, there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend

I got to keep it moving

It's written in the wind
Oh, everywhere I go
So if you really love me, love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it
Come on and let it
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it
Come on and let it
Come on and let it show,
Come on and let it show, babe
Come on and let it show



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The Way You Do The Things You Do | UB40 Lyrics

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UB40 - The Way You Do The Things You Do


Song: The Way You Do The Things You Do
Artist: UB40
Rhythm: Pop




You got a smile so bright
You know you could've been a candle
I'm holding you so tight
You know you could've been a handle

The way you swept me off my feet
You know you could've been a broom
And baby you smell so sweet
You know you could've been some perfume

Well you could've been anything that you wanted to
I can tell
The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

As pretty as you are
You know you could've been a flower
If good looks were minutes
You know you could have been an hour

The way you stole my heart
You know you could have been a crook
And baby your so smart
You know you could have been a school book

Well you could've been anything that you wanted to
I can tell
The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

(Music)

You make my life so rich
You know you could've been some money
And baby you're so sweet
You know you could have been some honey

Well you could've been anything that you wanted to
I can tell
The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

As pretty as you are
You know you could've been a flower
If good looks were minutes
You know you could've been an hour

The way you stole my heart
You know you could've been a crook
And baby your so smart
You know you could have been a school book

Well you could've been anything that you wanted to
I can tell
The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do

The way you do the things you do
I like the way you do the things you do



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Hit The Road Jack | Ray Charles Lyrics

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Ray Charles - Hit The Road Jack


Song: Hit The Road Jack
Artist: Ray Charles
Rhythm: Pop




Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more
What'd you say?

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more

Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more
What'd you say?

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more

Now baby, listen baby, don't you treat me this way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do, cause it's understood
You ain't got no money, you just a no good
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more
What'd you say?

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back
No more

Well, (don't you come back no more)
Uh, what'd you say? (don't you come back no more)
I didn't understand you (don't you come back no more)
You can't mean that (don't you come back no more)
Oh, now baby please (don't you come back no more)
What you're trying to do to me (don't you come back no more)



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Living On My Own | Queen Lyrics

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Queen - Living On My Own


Song: Living On My Own
Artist: Queen
Rhythm: Rock




Sometimes I feel I'am gonna break down and cry
nowhere to go, nothing to do with my time
I get lonely, so lonely, living on my own

(Music)

Sometimes I feel I'am gonna break down and cry
nowhere to go, nothing to do with my time
I get lonely, so lonely, living on my own

Sometimes I feel I'm always walking too fast
and everything is coming down on me, down on me
I go crazy, oh, so crazy, living on my own

Dee do de de, dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
dee do de de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Sometimes I feel nobody gives me no warning
find my head is always up in the clouds, in a dreamworld
it's not easy, living on my own, my own, my own

Dee do de de, dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
dee do de de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Dee do de de, dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
dee do de de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

(Music)

Dee do de de, dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
dee do de de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead



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Vermelho Ferrari | Orochi & Maquiny Lyrics

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Vermelho Ferrari | Orochi & Maquiny Lyrics


Song: Vermelho Ferrari
Artist: Orochi & Maquiny
Rhythm: Latin




Orochi, Maquiny
Celebridade
Y'all, hmm

Ela me chama de safado, cafajeste e vagabundo
Acorda chupando bem cedo e toma conta disso tudo
Perfeita sem maquiagem, ela é uma linda obra de arte
Quem não viu você pelada não sabe o que é paisagem

Lembrando aquela noite que brigamos e ficamos a sós
Resolvemos todo caô embaixo dos lençóis
Essa dança, nossos passos se encontrando por acaso
Todo tempo nós estacionava. acordava os vizinho com esse barulho
As loucuras que só a gente sabe
Nós nunca ligamos pra lugar reservado para nossas preliminares
Quantas transa na garagem
Sua bunda é paisagem
Ruiva vermelho Ferrari
Na minha cama ela confessa todos os pecados, mas eu não sou padre
Não, não, de todas só ela me conhece
Ela afoga o ciúme dentro da garrafa de whisky, whisky
São loucuras que só a gente sabe
Nós que nunca ligou pra lugar reservado para nossas preliminares
Nós transava na garagem
Sua bunda é paisagem
Ruiva vermelho Ferrari na cama confessa, mas eu não sou padre
O seu desespero é ver minha condição, ei
Seus amigos me copiam cegos sem visão, ei
Sei que a inveja alheia pesa menos que a corrente
Vai se acostumando a ver um preto na sua frente

Encontrei (Encontrei)
Ela e as amigas bebendo no lounge, longe
Segurança sentindo a marola do kunk, skunk
No final nós embaça o vidro da nave, oh
Depois do bom dia do Sol

Ela me chama de safado, cafajeste e vagabundo
Acorda chupando bem cedo e toma conta disso tudo
Perfeita sem maquiagem, ela é uma linda obra de arte
Quem não viu você pelada não sabe o que é paisagem

Joga a fumaça pro alto, linda
Nosso quarto virando uma sauna
Uma garrafa de vinho no gelo
Duas taças e um beck pra te deixar calma
Mina, lembra, eu te conheci
Você tava ali junto com as amigas
Bebendo um drink, ouvindo um funk
E você me deu seu telefone
E a vida nesse vai e vem
Te trouxe até aqui só pra me deixar bem
Hoje eu não enxergo mais ninguém
Oh, oh, oh
Eu te deixo de quatro
Incendiando esse quarto
Com o fogo dela na cama eu acendo esse Carlton
Me pede tapa no rabo
Que se foda os vizinhos, ela geme alto sim
Gozando várias vezes
Te dou banho de leite
A gente faz o que é bom

Encontrei (Encontrei)
Ela e as amigas bebendo no lounge, longe
Segurança sentindo a marola do kunk, skunk
No final nós embaça o vidro da nave, oh
Depois do bom dia do Sol

Ela me chama de safado, cafajeste e vagabundo
Acorda chupando bem cedo e toma conta disso tudo
Perfeita sem maquiagem, ela é uma linda obra de arte
Quem não viu você pelada não sabe o que é paisagem



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Only You Freestyle | Headie One & Drake Lyrics

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Headie One & Drake - Only You Freestyle


Song: Only You Freestyle
Artist: Headie One & Drake
Rhythm: Urban




(M1OnTheBeat)
Woi
Yes
(M1OnTheBeat)
Yes
Woi
Again and again, again and again
Yeah
Yo

Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock'
Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla
With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
Niggas want peace like Cassava
But we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi
Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hezi', hezi'
Yeah, can't back chat to the prezi'
Know when the beef just taste like veggie?
Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi
CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis, so I just turned abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasn't really that wassi, was he?
Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn't really that what?
One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me
Woi
Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me, don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been droppin' lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side-by-side you
Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
I'm touchin' road and I can't find you
Word to the M-O-B I'm tied to
I'm givin' up when I decide to, gee

One
Suh-suh-suh (OFB, OFB)
Suh-suh
Suh-suh, suh-suh-suh-suh (One)

Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh-suh)
How much points have the gang got? Many (One)
Didn't ever have to rise that dots
It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)
Bro-bro chinged up an opp
Boy, I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh)
That next one thought he was boss
Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)
Got this bad B, Ohene (Turn, turn)
My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)
We dishin' out store and telly
Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet (One)
She look sexy sippin' on Henny
My prawns grilled and my pasta penne (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)
She give headie, headie
My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
Used to put the light in the cling
And it still didn't stop it smellin' like petty (Turn)
Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli
Them times it was M way (What?)
I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?)
Now it's penty, uptown penty (Huh?)
Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)
Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn)
But still found the bread to afford a trenton? (Turn, turn, turn)
Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)
I swear I've seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)
That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)
I done run through so much Scottish notes
Couldn't care 'bout no recession (One)
I still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert (Suh, suh, suh, suh)
Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless
Got this cutie, she half-Cuban
Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban (Turn)
Say she like chillin' with the ooters, booters
Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg
Put in that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed (Turn)
Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh)
Four-four or the three-two auto bells, it's a toothpick (Told me turn)
No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)
Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing (Told me turn)
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin' (They told me turn, uh)
They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'
Now this drip on me like I'm canoein'
Time just flyin' (One)
I'm just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies (Suh-suh-suh)
So the beef is fryin'
They ain't tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie

(One)
(Suh-suh)



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