Da$h – As If You Ain’t Know

[Intro]
Fuck 12 *distorted*
About like half a pint in, ain’t even 10 AM
Radric Davis would be proud, and be ashamed of you faggot ass niggas
RIP Screw, Blackout Boyz, uh

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

[Verse 1: Da$H]
I’m sick of niggas lying ’bout everything that they rhyming
I’m riding through your hood, you ain’t never there, you hiding
It’s like the playing manhunt, these pussy niggas ain’t stand-up
Before they throw they hands up these faggots’ll pull they cam up
RIP [?], I’m on my Pimp C diet
Shit, I wonder why a nigga ain’t died yet
Six lines, seven ounces, ain’t high yet
Nine blunts, ten pills, I ain’t flying yet
B-L-K-O-U-T-B-O-Y-Z
‘Til I’m six F-E-E-T, yeah, you know me
Dolla general, second in command
Got the bag of rolled greens in the middle of my hand
You wasn’t down with the fucking clique if you ain’t have no bread
Just understand, but enough with the sentiment
Intelligent degenerate, you buying it, I’m selling it
Rolling with some predicates, going where the cheddar is
You fucking know

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

[Verse 2: $ha Hef]
Fuck aiming, I’m shooting at will
He dead but I’m shooting him still
My pops told me shoot ’til he still
He pussy, go in for the kill
Black Market be killing for real
My young niggas shoot for a thrill
Where I’m from we don’t pray for a deal
Miracle, you get bond or appeal
Every night I sleep tight with the steel
My lil billies go fight for a meal
I pour fo’s in my Sprite ’til it spill
You might just lose your life on a drill
Da$H told me "get ’em" I got ’em all
Wasn’t gon’ leave ’til I shot ’em all
Scope on the pistol, I spot ’em all
If it’s a stain, then we spot ’em all
Bitch watchu need, know I got it all
Roxies, got oxies, got Tylenol
Po’d up an eighth then I nodded off
He was running his mouth ’til I shot it off
Chopped up the body, then drop it off
Nose on the shotty, we chop it off
If it’s a problem then pop it off
‘Fore I have to cock the rocket, knock it off
I was really getting trap money
Percocet and that crack money
You can come and get a pack from me
Still clap a nigga if he act funny
Off every drug, I’ma blackout
Still ride around with the Mac out
Water whipping, beat the pack out
Now it got me bringing all these racks out

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

[Verse: Man Z]
Mugga back up on his grind, I think I’m losing my mind
Niggas be lying, niggas be dropping them dimes
Baby girl don’t waste my time, [?] is fine
Business calls all on my line, all ’bout them B’s and I’m fine
Nigga that’s righteous, all of my niggas they tight
They gon’ get money and fight, then hop on the flight
Squad deep, know the set I claim, always let it reign on my side of town
Graduated from the streets nigga with some Henny stains on my cap and gown
Xans all in my draws homie, that white man in my pocket
Fuck 12, I don’t know shit, bitch KOD, you can’t knock it
Locked in the studio we stay, life of them diamonds everyday
Run to the money, no relay, bring that shit back like a replay
Shorty let’s kick it like East bay, she wanna fuck me what she say
Gimme a minute then we play, M-I, Dama Quince
I just be tryna get my chicken, niggas cry broke, yeah they all bitching
Over the stove where the hoes whipping, after they done, clean the whole kitchen
I’m a real nigga, don’t know snitching, all by the bag, all I know riches
All on the fill, all my foes pitching, slice up your neck, have your throat missing

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

Cam’ron – Hello (feat. Don Q)

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Had to do this far my man, Murph

[Intro: Don Q]
Don

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Killa!
HELLO!
Rip Murph!

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Talking to lead, I’m one of the last few
Had to get my respect, it was past due
Through with my past, I just reminisce when I pass through
Moving them bags, tryin’ to get ’em flipped ’til my stash grew
Shooters that blast over the nonsense when the cash blue
Ask who? He was there when nobody actually cared
Real shit, had to share his kicks for half of the year
And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping
Same nigga pull up to your door with the .40 knockin’
I got niggas quarter coppin’, coke in the water, lockin’
All they ever knew was hustle, cause they never saw an option
I’m hearin’ the sneak dissin’, I’m tryin’ to ignore the gossip
Third tape better be an earthquake before I drop it
I hear the hoes ponderin’, I got a cult followin’
Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin’
I probably not the most known but I’m the most confident
The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant
I’m in need of a blessin’, I’m blowing weed to the heavens
Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin’ in 7s
When you look in the mirror, nigga, and see your reflection
Is you really or not? That’s the easiest question
I’m around OG’s, that was sellin’ ki’s out the Westin
Never leave ya protection, and never speak off confessions
Y’all niggas getting lost, when they only need a direction
Feel it when you look at his momma face, and see the aggression
DON!

[Hook: Cam’ron]
HELLO
Aw man
Harlem World
HELLO
High Bridge
HELLO
Bronx, Queens
HELLO
Brooklyn
HELLO
Staten Island
HELLO
Aw man
My bad ladies
HELLO
You gettin’ money?
HELLO
You fuck with snitches?
HELL No
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
He know killers, y’all know Killa
Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
R-I-P to Mike but I’m the real Thriller
I’m done with that though
I ain’t beefin with the family man
Shit I’m still in the PJ’s like candy man
With dudes sellin’ whole halves of candy yams
Despite that the garage look like Candy Land
Candy painted, ain’t nothing about me tainted
Drove every car, you name it, look homie, come get acquainted
Can’t change it or rearrange it, disclaimer because I’m heinous
The 9 will make you famous, Blow! That’s for the plaintiff
The gun range no goggles, the targets they testin’ nozzles
The bullets they on point, them points you call hollows
In the club we get the bottles, we leave it we hit the throttle
Then pull up inside McDonald’s with porn stars and models
Look nigga you can’t erase me
Debate me, rape me, I’m Spacey
These bitches, they want my baby, nah baby, but you can taste me
The guns got no safety, in DC, for when they grazed me
And I ain’t been postin’ lately, y’all would really hate me
Yeah homie, it’s a blessin’, I’m here to answer the questions
I’m the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin
Yeah, yeah, baby let that molly rock
Niggas suckas, I’ma start sellin’ lolli pops

[Hook: Cam’ron]
HELLO
Aw man
She sniffed a line
HELLO
Damn that ass fat
HELLO
Down south
HELLO
Midwest
HELLO
West coast
HELLO
Aw man
HELLO
You gettin money?
HELLO
You actin funny?
Hell no
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man

Young Nudy – Hell Shell

[Chorus]
Yeah, a shell
Yeah, whole lot of shells
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell
Yeah yeah, send me to hell
Yeah, before a young nigga go tell
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell

[Verse 2]
Ridin’ out, drop top
Yeah, no roof
Yeah, in the coupe
Cock back, gun I shoot
Yeah, who is you?
Push up, and I do, what I do
Know I do what I do
I love to do what I do
So don’t play, want to play, eat your face
Broad day, with the K, and a chain, and my paper
Lot of haters, motivators
Nigga fuck you, It’s the vapor
Got a big strap, it’s a laser
I’m an alien, it’s a taser

[Chorus]
Yeah, a shell
Yeah, whole lot of shells
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell
Yeah yeah, send me to hell
Yeah, before a young nigga go tell
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell

[Verse 3]
Y’all niggas some suckers, y’all niggas some busters
Your bitch on my mail (yeah she suck)
I love getting this money
I stack it up all of this money, these bitches they love me
Bitches be fuckin’ on slime ball
‘Cause slime ball he be really getting all the money (big slime)
And I be just sippin’ this lean
And sucker nigga you ain’t getting no money
You sippin’ that green, I’m sippin’ that Act, and I’m sippin’ that red
Piss on the bitch, I piss on her mouth, it ain’t nothin but red
These niggas be hating, in love with that money, do nothing but bread
You thinking about robbing, you think about it, it ain’t nothing but lead

[Chorus]
Yeah, a shell
Yeah, whole lot of shells
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell
Yeah yeah, send me to hell
Yeah, before a young nigga go tell
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell

Smino – Wild Irish Roses (Live)

It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
You lookin’ mmm-mmm-mmm delectable
Made arrangements for that edible
Double booked if it’s cool, your friend can roll through
Casa su casa, how’s yo Spanish?
You kick it off, home field advantage
Got Gatorade on ice, lil boo, stay cool
Second stop we done made
Can’t find no Woods and it’s gettin’ late
I might just pull over
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Lil shawty got me standin’ at attention
Cuidado
This that two-a-days bench press
Repetition
Equinox
Oops, I mean Equinox
Smeezy F Baby and the F is for the Faneto
Triangles, down, up, circle
Like it’s a cheat code, I stick for the joy
She sayin’ it’s sweet, callin’ me chico
I dig in her earth deep, she quaking
I’m from juptir, baby get with an alien
Crazy, I popped a little somethin’
I’m seein’ 3D
We saw Nefertiti, you won’t believe me
Posted up like a lamp, come rub on a genie
I know you wish for forever, ever, you see me
My stones rolling but fuck it, you rockin’ with me
Yeah you rockin’ with me
Somethin’ ’bout yah lil convo, you do somethin’ for me
And I ain’t cold with geometry but you a cute mothafucka
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
You lookin’ mmm-mmm-mmm delectable
Made arrangements for that edible
Double booked if it’s cool, yo friend can roll through
Casa su casa, how’s yo Spanish?
You kick it off, home field advantage
Got Gatorade on ice, lil boo, stay cool
Second stop we done made
Can’t find no Woods and it’s gettin’ late
I might just pull over
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses

Daniel Caesar – Get You (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

Through drought and famine, natural disasters
My baby has been around for me
Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling
None of that could ever make me leave
Every time I look into your eyes I see it
You’re all I need
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you
Ooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
And when we’re making love
Your cries they can be heard from far and wide
It’s only the two of us
Everything I need’s between those thighs
Every time I look into your eyes I see it
You’re all I need
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you, oh yeah, oh yeah, baby
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you
And I’ll take some time
Just to be thankful
That I had days full of you, you
Before it winds down into
The memories, It’s all just memories
Don’t you love when I come around (feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)
Build you up then I take you down (If you’ve got someone you like)
Don’t you love when I come around (feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)
Build you up then I take
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you, oh yeah, oh yeah, baby
Ooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
This feels like summer
Boy you make me feel so alive
Just be my lover
Boy you’ll lead me to paradise

Sabrina Claudio – Frozen (On TRL) (Live)

[Verse One]
If we could live in this moment
And just hold it
Keep my head on your chest
I’d never leave this bed

[Pre-Hook]
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we’re making love
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again

[Hook]
But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us

[Verse Two]
Ohh, cover the window
And come uncover me
Let’s forget the world even exists
Cause nothing compares to this

[Pre-Hook]
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we’re making love
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again

[Hook]
But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us

[Pre-Hook]
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we’re making love
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again

[Hook]
But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be… (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us

Lady GaGa – The Cure (On The American Music Awards) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I’ll undress you, ’cause you’re tired
Cover you as you desire
When you fall asleep inside my arms
May not have the fancy things
But I’ll give you everything
You could ever want, it’s in my arms

[Pre-Chorus]
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
So baby tell me yes
And I will be all yours tonight
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
I will be right by your side

[Chorus]
If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

[Verse 2]
Rub your feet, your hands, your legs
Let me take care of it, babe
Close your eyes, I’ll sing your favorite song
I wrote you this lullaby
Hush now baby, don’t you cry
Anything you want could not be wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
So baby tell me yes
And I will be all yours tonight
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
I will be right by your side

[Chorus]
If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

[Bridge]
I’ll fix you with my love
(I’ll fix you with my love-lo-love)
I’ll fix you with my love
(I’ll fix you with my love-lo-love)

[Chorus]
If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

[Outro]
I’ll fix you with my love

Arin Ray – We Ain’t Homies

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Post-Chorus]
Damn
Are you for real, real, real, real, real?
See what’s the deal, deal, deal? Wait

[Verse 2]
See you need to back up, back up
Give me space, I need to stack up
Get my racks up
You a non-fucking factor
I done past ya
I done came a long way since The X Factor, hey
Damn
Where were you when we was broke?
Eatin’ Ramen Noodles from the corner store
I ain’t even see you when shit was low
So, don’t you try to act like you really know

[Pre-Chorus]
I mean for real, real, real, real, real
Hey, what’s the deal, deal, deal, deal?

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Verse 2]
You read about it
Don’t run your mouth
And you don’t know what you’re talking ’bout
You don’t know what I’m all about
You, you ain’t see how it all went down, down
I’m interested, what’s your motivation? (your motivation?)
You say you know me, but got no relation (got no relation)
Your Instagram got you feeling famous
Could give a damn ’bout your confirmation

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Outro]
Are you for real, real, real, real, real, real, real?
See what’s the deal, deal, deal?

RiFF RaFF – Tip Toe 2 (feat. Slim Jxmmi)

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, feel goodness sakes
I might cop a wraith
House on a lake, just in case
I spent 2 plus
Fuck a tour bus
Driver tryna tell me that I smoke too much
Bitch you fired
Goons get hired
Versace Mike Meyers
Turning heads like a pliers
Reset my roster
She better speak proper
Coulda been a doctor
Ferragamo fiber optic
You reach, I teach
Respect my handles
German jack-o-lantern, with the burberry pattern
Swap or switch blades
Chop block like King Kade
I done poured an 8 in my grape gatorade

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
First class status
You mad average
Leaving outta flight club, got mad baggage
Bought 3 pairs of shoes, spent 5 thousand
Red carpet, best dressed, shout out my stylist
All this water on me it’s a flood
Pretty girls said, "We wanna fuck"
I’m tip toeing to the bank thinking
Should I get the Bentley or the Wraith

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 3: RiFF RAFF]
Bought a house on Lake Superior
I’m banked in Wisconsin
Kicked outta 7th grade, cocaine on my tonsils
Went to school to see girls and dressed fly
I said I was sober
Lie detectors determined that was a lie
Used to pop lockers while y’all was at lunch
Used to hide the vodka in my green Hawaiian Punch
I wasn’t too drunk, but I didn’t pass
Got a F in math, for having sex in the back of the class
Backlash, I dropped out of school the next week
Fast forward, I’m making 50k on every week
25k just to hear the jodie speak
Rubber band stretching like an athlete

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

Sia – Santa’s Coming For Us (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Night’s are getting shorter now, hot chocolate
Fills the air and Christmas cheer does too
Pick a merry old Christmas tree, so lovely
The joy this time here brings to you

[Refrain]
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town

[Pre-Chorus]
Singing to the deer in the sky
Singing as they jingle, jingle, jingle tonight
Singing to the moon, set it free
You’re the angel on the top of my tree
Singing to the spirit above
Sing your heart out with all of your love
Santa’s coming for us

[Chorus]
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Oh, Santa’s coming for us

[Verse 2]
Send your letters off to Santa, baby
Tell him all your secret wishes too
Send your letters off to Santa, baby
Hoping all your wildest dreams come true

[Refrain]
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town

[Pre-Chorus]
Singing to the deer in the sky
Singing as they jingle, jingle, jingle tonight
Singing to the moon, set it free
You’re the angel on the top of my tree
Singing to the spirit above
Sing your heart out with all of your love
Santa’s coming for us

[Chorus]
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Oh, Santa’s coming for us

[Refrain]
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town

Timbaland – Show Dat Bra Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Attitude]
Yeah, she exotic, she got class and a lot of ass
It’s hypnotic the smell of Kush and a lot of Cash
If we could blow it all, baby help me throw it all
Yeah, you can bring your friends, I’mma get to know em all
I ain’t talking code but I’m trying to try em all
Looking for the right fit like I’m in the mall
Like you little cutey with the long hair
Oh she your best friend cool you can both share
Me and Timbaland got a ?? the club packed
Say little momma you got it all, I love that!
Don’t go falling in love, baby I’m a baller
Hit it from the back on the floor, you’re my rug rat
Then she taking a shot up on the ?? I done had four
You got a couple friends with you, I wish you had more!
Cause once I reel em in get em in my condo
I make that ass come can’t let that ass go

[Chorus]
Blow up that cash, put up that glass
Baby I know you’re hot
But show dat bra!
With that plan let’s have a lot of fun
Cause your boy, he knows how to ball
Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off
Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off
I’mma get you girls a cab
You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!

[Verse 2 – Bran’Nu]
I ain’t trying to get in your car and party hard
I’m a star, let’s get it straight before you start it off!
Hands off, till you give me the keys to the loft
And put a ring on it before I take it off!
This ain’t a game I’ve been the boss
And now for keeping it popping just like my lip gloss
I’m here to floss, I’m here to set it off
And I’ll be having you up and down like a seesaw
And what I rock, ain’t all I got
And I don’t really care what you got unless you got a yacht
Then step it up a notch you better hit the spot
And make me so hot as if I’m taking shots
And I’m the cream of the mutherfucking crop
If you can catch me in the top slot slot
You might see me in the Bentley drop top
With Southern Caly as my backdrop

[Chorus]
Blow up that cash, put up that glass
Baby I know you’re hot
But show dat bra!
With that plan let’s have a lot of fun
Cause your boy, he knows how to ball
Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off
Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off
I’mma get you girls a cab
You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!

[Verse 3 – Timbaland]
She anticipating, she want it, and she want it bad
I’m contemplating how to make it happen quick and fast
Timbaland don’t worry now, I know you heard my song
And so tonight is going down, I’m trying to see your thongs
Lil momma nice and thick and she know that I’m the shit
She knows that when the club close out who she coming with
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
All o yall can fit in its a Mayback baby
Layback all o yall can get it!
I’m a freak hoping that you a freak too
Well girl this ain’t enough I need to
Take off that Gucci and the Louis, no you’re not a groupie
But do me like you know me tape it, we can make a movie!
I know you like it, don’t you? She need a bodyguard
She look delicious, everybody part I lick hard!
Hey listen baby, I ain’t trying to break nobody heart
But it’s the end of the night thats when the party start

[Chorus]
Blow up that cash, put up that glass
Baby I know you’re hot
But show dat bra!
With that plan let’s have a lot of fun
Cause your boy, he knows how to ball
Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off
Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off
I’mma get you girls a cab
You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!

BJORK – Arisen My Senses lyrics

Just that kiss
Was all there is
Every cell in my body
Lined up to you
Legs a little open
Once again
Awaken my senses
Head topless
Arisen my senses
Just that kiss, was all there is
My palms pulsating of
The things I want to do to you
Just that kiss
Is all there is
Weaving a mixtape
With every crossfade
On www
To him a he
Weaving a mix tape
With every song
Awaken my senses
Just that kiss
Was all there is
Just that kiss
Was all there is
Just that kiss
Arisen my senses
Was all there is
For him a he
Once again I’m made to merge
To him a he

Am I keen or not keen
To be seen or not seen
With him a he
Am I keen or not keen
To be seen or not seen
With him a he

But he sees me for what who I am

Big Sean Gave Away 5000 Turkey For Thanksgiving


Big Sean gave back to his community in a big way for Thanksgiving.

The Detroit rapper returned to his home state of Michigan for the Thanksgiving holiday where he handed out over 5,000 turkeys to families who are a little less fortunate than he is. Big Sean took part in a charitable event at the River Rouge High School, in River Rouge this morning where he handed out a truck load of food stuffs for Thanksgiving, something he had done every year since becoming a rap superstar.

The G.O.O.D. Music rapper was participating in the Tarence Wheeler’s 19th annual All-Star Give Back, a charitable event organized by himself and some well known athletes from the community including, Derrick Coleman, Dave Bing, and Gary Payton. Big Sean was also at the same event last year handing out over 2,000 turkeys and other Thanksgiving grocery items.

“Annual Turkey Giveaway away today. We gave close to 5,000 turkeys w/ sides this year. I smiled so much today man. Too much love for everybody there! Blessed,” Big Sean said on Instagram. You can see some photos and a video below showing the I Decided rapper giving away some free Puma sneakers and gift cards to Footlocker for them to shop.

“I’m from the Detroit and I love everybody in here,” Big Sean said. “Y’all got what it takes to boss up and take it further than I ever did or anyone ever did. Much love to y’all. That’s why we’re here supporting you, showing you that we care about you, and that we’re here for y’all.”

Annual Turkey Giveaway away today. We gave close to 5,000 turkeys w/ sides this year. I smiled so much today man. Too much love for everybody there! Blessed ??@seanandersonorg ?? pic.twitter.com/P7OlY8K54P

— Sean Don (@BigSean) November 22, 2017

Did you know: Yesterday, @BigSean blessed a classroom of students with FREE SHOES, after giving away 5,000 Thanksgiving dinners to families in need? ? Probably not because The Don isn't the type of man who likes to brag about doing the right thing! We have to catch our breath every year during this annual week of giving. Why? When The Detroit Don comes home…soooo many people get major #blessings! Somehow, Sean Michael Anderson keeps raising the bar for himself, and we anxiously look forward to what this phenomenal human being will do next! RepostBy @freccity: "?Look who popped in at the FREC today! @bigsean came through with sneakers and fly gear for the students of Fisher Magnet Upper Academy. We see you #SeanDon ? @fordfund @seanandersonorg @mogulprep @shawnhwilson6 #bigsean #detroit #detroitlove ?" #Detroit #BigSean #Puma #shoes #newshoes #charity #givingback #giveaway

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Mavado Links With Di Genius For New Song “Red Rose”


Mavado link with his longtime producer Di Genius for a new single dedicated to the ladies, “Red Rose.”

Mavado is one of those rare dancehall artist that has the Midas touch because everything he released this year have been instant hits and this new single will be no different. “Man yo fi dede fi yo lady / Yo fi bring red rose fi yo girl / She love the things you do you do / No other man no fi dede fi yo girl,” Mavado sings.

Mavado has aligned himself with Alkaline and Jahmiel, two of the leading batch of young artists in dancehall currently. The trio formed a clique called MVP, the acronym for Mavado, Vendetta, and Patriotz. The Gullyside singjay has been having a great year in dancehall, but at the same time he is allowing the younger acts to shine. He also made headlines recently for his beef with Popcaan and Tommy Lee Sparta, both artists emerged from under Vybz Kartel wing, so the hatred runs deep.