Lyrics Baby Tate & Saweetie – Hey, Mickey!

Baby Tate & Saweetie – Hey, Mickey! [Official Visualizer] Lyrics
Hey, Mickey! (Hey, Mickey! Hey, Mickey!)

Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you—, uh, uh, uh, oh
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind

Met this boy named Mickey, he had on some yellow dickies
I knew he was a ho because his neck had hella hickies
I said: It’s nice to meet you, shook his hand and it was sticky
I looked into his eyes and then that’s when it hit me, I said
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine, so fine you blow my mind
I just might let you come into my life and waste my time
I don’t see no other men, boy, you done turned me blind
You make me deaf ‘cause I believe you even when you lyin’

Never met a nigga like this (never met a nigga like this)
Make a bitch wanna cash in all her chips (wanna cash in all her chips)
Tell my friends: I’ll see you later, girl, I gotta dip (I’ll see you later, girl, I gotta dip)
‘Cause I gotta meeting with a man named Dick (meeting with a man named Dick)

But I call him Richard, he’s richer than Bill Gates
Gets me wetter than superior lake
Takes me on hundred thousand dollar dates
And I don’t even have to give him cake
He just call me baby, he don’t call me Tate
He whip up that white girl, he beating on Kate
I just might marry that nigga today
But then I found out that Mickey was gay, oh

Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind
Oh, oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind

Ayy, Mickey maybe I could be your Minnie (uh-huh)
I’m about my cheddar but I never been no snitchey, zip them lippy’s
Flexin’ all that cash but you acting like a kiddie
This ain’t Disney, real boss bitch, leave a nigga quick
What I look like? I’m too litty
Ayy, bay-bay, I’m with Tate, she a taurus, I’m a cancer
Where my college bitches? USC my alma mater
Is her booty real? Girl, does it even matter?
‘Cause Saweetie breaking hearts
And you know these hoes can’t stand her
FaceTime him, got my booty shorts on
If you gonna whip it out, boy, it better be long
Wait, hol’ on, one sec, put my lip gloss on
Damn, lovin’ what I see when I’m lookin’ at my phone
Hey Mickey, can you take my pic-ey?
I look good at every angle so just take it I ain’t picky (hahaha, mwah)

Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind
Oh, oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
So fine you blow my mind

Hey, Mickey!
Hey, Mickey!
Hey, Mickey!
Hey, Mickey!
Hey, Mickey!
Hahaha
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Lyrics Flowers – Miley Cyrus (Jazz Waltz Cover) feat. Stella Katherine Cole

Flowers – Miley Cyrus (Jazz Waltz Cover) feat. Stella Katherine Cole Lyrics
We were good, we were gold
Kind of dream that can’t be sold
We were right ‘til we weren’t
Built a home and watched it burn

Hum, I didn’t wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna lie
Started to cry, but then remembered I

I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can

Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby

Paint my nails cherry-red
Match the roses that you left
No remorse, no regret
I forgive every word you said

Ooh, I didn’t wanna leave, baby
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry, but then remembered I

I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours, yeah
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can

Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better, ooh, I

I didn’t wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry, but then remembered I

I can buy myself flowers (uh, huh)
Write my name in the sand (ooh)
Talk to myself for hours (yeah)
Say things you don’t understand (better than you)
I can take myself dancing (yeah)
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than
Yeah, I can love me better than you can

Can love me better
I can love me better, baby (oh)
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby (than you can)
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better, I
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Lyrics BTS, 손흥민, 픽시드 렛쓰고 (feat. BTS 지민)

BTS, 손흥민, 픽시드 렛쓰고 (feat. BTS 지민)|PIXID Lyrics
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[formidable id=4]
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Lyrics OMAS & Awon – The Rage (feat. Micah Martin)

OMAS & Awon – The Rage (feat. Micah Martin) [NCS Release] Lyrics
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[formidable id=4]
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Lyrics Critical – PİRANA feat. UZI

Critical – PİRANA feat. UZI Lyrics
[“PİRANA” için şarkı sözleri]

[Giriş: Critical]
Money gang, yemin gibi zorla
Bu ben miyim bra? Suratıma baksana
Şimdi çok gerici bi’ anıya rastlamak
Bakıp izin verirler o yere düşmene, brr

[Verse 1: Critical]
Kafa taş gibi, gülümseme kaplama
Merhametim evime kadar baba
Kilit kafa, bataklık; çözüm yok
Cehennemin dibine kadar baba
Leşe bile iş koyan akbaba
Peşine düşer, işi boşlama
Kafa dolu, fıçı gibi kapkara
Çocuk güvende, işler ak baba
Düştü tanıdıklarımız camdan kaba
Kan çok pahalı ve geçmez para
Senin gibi düşünenler aldı çok yara
Yol uzun, başın dik ama kader
[Nakarat: Critical]
Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
Duman olmuyor çare
Çilem çok hızlı pirana
Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)
Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
Duman olmuyor çare (Çare)
Çilem çok hızlı pirana (Pirana)
Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)

[Köprü: UZI & Critical]
Mesajımı anladın mı? (Ya)
Rakip değilsiniz, bra
Yeah
Sokakta, sahnede, mikrofon başında (GNG Clan)
Sadece merhamet ettiklerimizsiniz
Yeah, Chavo

[Verse 2: UZI]
Sürü gibi ailem ve kararımda tekim
Çok mu merak ettin nasıl doluyor bu cebim?
Her yerinde dövme var, bi’ acayip tipin
Sana nasıl baktı o karılar? Big money flippin’
Akar kanınız, olur suratımız buz
Sana soran olmadı, orospu, bi’ sus
On numara salaklara yatıyo’sunuz
Bizi yokladınız, uzatmaya oynuyo’sunuz
Konuştum defalarca, bu sefer konu farklı
Gırtlağıma düğümledim, söyl’i’ceğim yarım kaldı
Karşımızda durabilen bi’ tane adam var mı?
Zaten bi’ tek intikamı benden bi’ kadın aldı
Kazımadım, kopardım bu tırnaklarımla, bra
O yüzden yapışırım gırtlaklarına
Belki sana davranırım, çıkmam yarına
Ve de güvenemem büyük şeh’rin kaltaklarına
Çok az uyuyorum çünkü para sayıyorum
Aileme bakıyorum, kafa yoruyorum
Sade’ sana değil, ben herkese bela oluyorum
Bazen kendi düşünceme bile ayar oluyorum
[Nakarat: Critical]
Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
Duman olmuyor çare (Yeah)
Çilem çok hızlı pirana
Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)
Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
Duman olmuyor çare (Çare)
Çilem çok hızlı pirana (Pirana)
Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)

[Çıkış]
(Etki on the track)
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Lyrics Dom Corleo – IDK (feat Highway)

Dom Corleo – IDK (feat Highway) [Dir. by @DotComNirvan] Lyrics
[Intro]
(My boy Henney, what’s up? Nigga, I know you in here)
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
Please don’t ask me what it’s costing, I don’t even know myself
I bought it, I ain’t had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
Put it on now I’m flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
Put that shit on and it’s wet like umbrella
Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
Dropped the ho off, I don’t know what to tell her
Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the teller
I got a T on my bag and that’s Teflar
And I know what up so I’ma go far
I got my money and I went far
Rock out a show, bitch, I’ma go hard
Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard
[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
Yeah, Goyard bag, rocking them Goyard tags
Double B I took the Goyard back
Ksubi jeans without the Saks Fifth tag
‘Cause I bought it at Neiman’s
Bitch, I’m so cold like anemic
Told that bitch that I love her with no feeling
Showed her I’m off of the drugs when I’m feeling
Huh, huh, huh, bitch, I feel like money, huh, I feel like hundreds, huh
Man, I feel that coming, huh, feel that money
Told the bad bitch I feel like money
Told the ho she ain’t getting none from me
Told the ho she ain’t getting none dummy
Yeah, I’m popping my shit, going dummy

[Verse 2: Highway]
I’m geeking up, I’m going junky (I’m geeking up, I’m going junky)
My thot, she wanna pay some to touch me
Flawless set diamonds my earring, I had to go bust out my racks
I’m tired of rocking the Rick, I’m stocking that shit, bitch, just fuck all that shit
My clothes so tight, [?]
We know you won’t bust, boy, tuck in your shit
You on the bus and I’m vrooming with this shit
I know you rhyming but we doing this shit
Gone off the geek looking stupid as shit
Jump in the crowd for amusement and shit (Yeah, you know that I did)
Addicted to drugs, money, and sex (And sex)
This money, it get a bitch wet
Ain’t nothing, I told the bitch, “Yeah”
So sorry, I had a bitch, yeah
I’m so up, not average
I’m smoking your boy, not passing him
We did a lil’ thing on the camera
I made that bitch sing like [?]
[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
Please don’t ask me what it’s costing, I don’t even know myself
I bought it, I ain’t had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
Put it on now I’m flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
Put that shit on and it’s wet like umbrella
Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
Dropped the ho off, I don’t know what to tell her
Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the teller
I got a T on my bag and that’s Teflar
And I know what up so I’ma go far
I got my money and I went far
Rock out a show, bitch, I’ma go hard
Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard

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Lyrics PROF – Subpar feat. Method Man

PROF – Subpar feat. Method Man (Official Audio) Lyrics
Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!

I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
Hey, hey!
Doo doo doo doo doo doo

If suffering builds character then get a load of me
I’ve been through shit, I’m filled with piss, I’m bloated totally
I can’t condone to go the road of who I’m told to be
I told the peeps, roll the sleeves, let’s go promote the beast
Today I hit a fucking lick just for the big homie
I feel better got the stick, I got the thing on me
Tell the FBI I follow Jeff Bezos, pesos, quesos
Marshmallows, rainbows, game shows
Thinking about life, what could a buck ninety five get for living outside
Thinking I’d die for a lil pie slice
Minimize time, gotta fit in my size
Gotta pimp out my ride, got a dinner by five
Gotta think of my pride incentivize crime
I’m ahead of my time, temper hot as mine
This shit no accident, by design

Sometimes a dam breaks
And sometimes it can’t wait
They broke the camel’s back
Gonna take us all down stream

Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!

I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
Hey, hey!
Doo doo doo doo doo doo

I got time today, for every two rhymes, I throw a rhyme away
Round the way these rappers do coke, might blow a line today
Blow your mind away, right by your bae, and by the way
I find a way to spin at the wheel of fortune and buy a K
Y’all don’t like me cuz y’all ain’t like me and I get it
Your lady like me it’s more than likely that I hit it
The sky’s the limit get high enough you can find me in it
And if dying quick is your only option then crying isn’t
I mind my business, the one that paid me, no one can play me
Can’t have a turn until half your circle can do 180’s
I mean degrees, so cool it down like a summer’s breeze
Some of y’all is MC’s, some of y’all need some Summer’s Eve
Like sonny please, I’m hot as a pair of Dungarees
And double W tats on a pair of some double D’s
Y’all don’t want no trouble, don’t trouble me
Suddenly now some of y’all barely breathing because of me

Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
Eat the rich, hit
A lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!

I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
Hey, hey!

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Lyrics kuban ft. quebonafide – same zmartwienia

kuban ft. quebonafide – same zmartwienia (prod. favst) Lyrics
[Intro: Kuban]
Ej

[Zwrotka 1: Kuban]
U nas na pierwszych numerach już nie było obciachu
Na zmartwienia, gorzkie żale, to paliło się, brachu
Wtedy chciałem się ożenić z tą dziewczyną z plakatu
Nic nie smakowało, młoda, jak to wino na dachu
Stęskniłem się za błogostanem prochów na sen
Bo ostatnio już zasypiam, dzięki Bogu, okej
Nie odrzucam nałogowo telefonów już też
Choć jak dzwonią o reklamy, jestem znowu na nie
Odkurzymy w szafce Lego
Porażki i sukcesy niech jak dawniej cieszą
Nie spieszy mi się, brachu, by się kłaść pod ziemią
A jakby się coś działo, no to mam telefon
[Refren: Kuban, Kuban & Quebonafide]
Czuję w ustach stres
Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
Czułem głód jak pies
Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
Czuję w ustach stres
Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
Czułem głód jak pies
Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
Same zmartwienia
Same zmartwienia

[Zwrotka 2: Quebonafide, Quebonafide & Kuban]
Wow, za dużo zmartwień nad ranem
Pamiętam tego dzieciaka z pierwszego tracku z Kubanem
Szukałem wyjścia w Pac-Manie, teraz tak szukam lekarek
Kończę nagranie i dalej, bo mam spotkanie w Różanej, ojej
Lecą lata, lecą krople potu, kapią z czoła jak armageddon
A ja ze świecą, nie wiem, czego ciągle tak szukam
Ha, to nie Chanuka
Atak paniki, a najlepszą obroną jest znów
Zamknąć powieki i nie dać się wybudzić ze snu
Tak jakoś leci, co mnie tak znowu kłuje w sercu?
Kiedyś największy problem to była puszka Pringles’ów
O, kto ma aż taką wąską łapę?
Pan “to ten pomazany raper”, ta
Sam sobie zbudowałem karcer
Albo wstawiłem pranie jak chusteczka była w pralce, yo
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SPRZEDAŁEM SIĘ
Oki
​​​dom
Kuban
​​​od serducha
Kuban
[Refren: Kuban, Kuban & Quebonafide, Quebonafide]
Czuję w ustach stres
Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
Czułem głód jak pies
Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
Czuję w ustach stres
Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
Czułem głód jak pies
Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
Same zmartwienia
Same zmartwienia
Same zmartwienia
Same zmartwienia
Same zmartwienia
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Lyrics Timbaland – The Way I Are (Keltro Remix) ft. Keri Hilson, D.O.E

Timbaland – The Way I Are (Keltro Remix) ft. Keri Hilson, D.O.E Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
(Oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Remember the time, baby?
Yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh)

[Timbaland]
I ain’t got no money
I ain’t got no car to take you on a date
I can’t even buy you flowers (flowers, flowers)
But together we’ll be the perfect soulmates
Talk to me, girl

[Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for me
If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
We can work without the perks, just you and me
Thug it out ‘till we get it right

[Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like you just the way you are
(I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like, I like, I like

[Timbaland]
I ain’t got no Visa
I ain’t got no Red American Express
We can’t go nowhere exotic (exotic, exotic)
It don’t matter ‘cause I’m the one that loves you best
Talk to me, girl

[Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for me
If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
We can work without the perks, just you and me
Thug it out ‘till we get it right

[Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like you just the way you are
(I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like you just the way you are

[D.O.E]
Yeah, baby girl
I don’t got a huge ol’ house I rent a room in a house
Listen, baby girl
I ain’t got a motorboat but I can float ya boat
So listen, baby girl
Once you get a dose of D.O.E., you gon’ want some mo’
So listen, baby girl
When I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah

[Sebastian]
Yeah, my money ain’t aloof like Phil and them
And it’s really not quite low as LSN
Your body ain’t Pamela Anderson
It’s a struggle just to get you in the caravan
But listen, baby girl
Before I let you lose a pound, I’ll buy a bigger car
So listen, baby girl
I love you just the way ya are, the way ya are

[Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for me
If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
We can work without the perks, just you and me
Thug it out ‘till we get it right

[Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like you just the way you are
(I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like you just the way you are

[Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like you just the way you are
(I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
‘Cause I like, I like, I like
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Lyrics Switch Disco ft Ella Henderson and Robert Miles – REACT

Switch Disco ft Ella Henderson and Robert Miles – REACT (Official Video) Lyrics
24/7, on my mind day and night, all the time
You ain’t even by my side, yeah
24/7, fascinated, you got me infatuated
Feel the power in your eyes, eyes

Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
Feel the chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
Every time that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts
Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
Feel thе chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
Every timе that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts

24/7, on my mind day and night, all the time
Glad my body’s hypnotized, yeah
24/7, dominated by the spell that you created
You take me to paradise

There’s somethin’ ‘bout you, love that magic
Makes me come alive, makes me come alive
Head on fire, red-hot flashes
Brings me back to life, life

Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
Feel the chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
Every time that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts

Think it’s time that I share my confession
You been stuck in my head, my obsession, ooh
If I’m the fire, you’re gasoline
So pour it over me, ooh, yeah

Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
Feel the chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
Every time that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts, reacts, reacts
My body reacts

Oh-oh, ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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