Killorbeezbeatz – Ngilele E Hotel (Feat. Vee Mampeezy)

Killorbeezbeatz – Ngilele E Hotel (Feat. Vee Mampeezy) Letra Killorbeezbeatz Killorbeezbeatz – Ngilele E Hotel (Feat. Vee Mampeezy)

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Jason Derulo – Slow Low (Remix) [feat. Yng Lvcas]

Jason Derulo – Slow Low (Remix) [feat. Yng Lvcas] Letra Jason Derulo Jason Derulo – Slow Low (Remix) [feat. Yng Lvcas]

Intro: Yng Lvcas
Uah

Verse 1: Jason Derulo
Let me hit in slow motion
If you keep it up, girl, I’ma run out of Trojans
Let’s savor the moment (Yeah)
I know you couldn’t wait to bust it wide open

Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo
Ooh, na, na, na, slow the tempo
Ooh, la, la, la, keep it simple
Good things gonna come if you just wait
She ride me faster and faster and she do it with passion
I feel it comin’, it’s comin’, so baby, slow down
She ride me faster and faster, don’t know how long I can last, yeah
I feel it comin’, it’s comin’, so baby, slow down
Chorus: Jason Derulo & Yng Lvcas
Let me love you slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Let me love you slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Let me love you slow (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 2: Yng Lvcas
Una piernita sobre mi panza
Mi brazo por tu garganta
Una lágrima, miro y me enfanda
Más cuando soy quien la saca
Oh, girl, she movin’ so fast that I wait
Bailando bajo la luna, siеnto que coroné
Rápido fue, pero qué biеn la pasé
Exploté, contenta la dejé

Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo & Yng Lvcas
She ride me faster and faster and she do it with passion
I feel it comin’, it’s comin’, so baby, slow down
She ride me faster and faster, don’t know how long I can last, yeah
I feel it comin’, it’s comin’, so baby, slow down (Yeah, eh)

Chorus: Jason Derulo & Yng Lvcas
Let me love you slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Let me love you slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
Let me love you slow
Outro: Jason Derulo & Yng Lvcas
Let me love you slow
I love it when you say, Jason Derulo, lo-lo, lo-lo-lo
Lo-lo, lo-lo-lo
Slow, low, low, low, low, low
¡Uah!

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Leigh-Anne – ‘My Love’ (feat. Ayra Starr) Lyrics

Leigh-Anne: ‘My Love’ (feat. Ayra Starr) [ Lyrics ] Letra Leigh-Anne Leigh-Anne: ‘My Love’ (feat. Ayra Starr) [ Lyrics ]
Like dominoes, I can make your walls fall down
This woman knows how to make the world go round
And just like gravity, we breakin’ ground
I’ll be your home, I can be your kingdom

When the rhythm make it vibrate
Tell me how much can you take
When the rhythm make it vibrate
Tell me how much can you take, take, take
Tell me how much can you take, take, take of

My love, my love
My love, my love
Not a heart on Earth can beat
My love, my love
My love (My love), my love (My love)
My love (My love), my love (My love)
Not a heart on Earth can beat
My love, my love

It runs so deep, nothing’s gonna stop my love
It’s like a flood, rainin’, comin’ from above
And just like gravity, we breakin’ ground
I’ll be your home, I can be your kingdom

When the rhythm make it vibrate
Tell me how much can you take
When the rhythm make it vibrate
Tell me how much can you take, take, take
Tell me how much can you take, take, take of

My love, my love
My love, my love
Not a heart on Earth can beat (Can beat)
My love, my love (My love)
My love (My love), my love (My love)
My love (My love), my love (My love)
Not a heart on Earth can beat
My love, my love

Tell me how you want it, supersonic? How ironic
Like a [?] got your body [?] (Woo, woo)
[?] on ya, ya, ya (Woo)
You know I’m bougie like that, that, that
A fit to make you detach your cable
Melody fire, sweet [?]
Kilo desire, willin’ and able
So if ya ready for me, let’s go

When the rhythm make it vibrate
Tell me how much can you take
When the rhythm make it vibrate
Tell me how much can you take, take, take
Tell me how much can you take, take, take of

My love, my love
My love, my love
Not a heart on Earth can beat (My love)
My love, my love
My love (My love), my love (My love)
My love (My love), my love (My love)
Not a heart on Earth can beat
My love, my love

Ta-ki-ti-ti-ti, ti-ki-ti-ti
Ta-ki-ti-ti-ti, ti-ki-ti-ti
My love
Ta-ki-ti-ti-ti, ti-ki-ti-ti
Ta-ki-ti-ti-ti, ti-ki-ti-ti
My love
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고등학생 커플 사이 숨은 가짜 고등학생 커플 찾기 (feat.안효섭,전여빈) | PIXID

고등학생 커플 사이 숨은 가짜 고등학생 커플 찾기 (feat.안효섭,전여빈) | PIXID Letra Pixid 고등학생 커플 사이 숨은 가짜 고등학생 커플 찾기 (feat.안효섭,전여빈) | PIXID
이 세계에선 우리도 고등학생?!
고등학생 커플로 타임슬립한 배우 안효섭,전여빈!
풋풋한 찐 고등학생커플 사이에서
과연 잘 숨어있을 수 있을까..?

#pixid #전여빈 #안효섭
#고딩커플 #넷플릭스 #너의시간속으로
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Stray Kids -『Social Path (feat. LiSA)』 Fan Featuring Guide

Stray Kids 『Social Path (feat. LiSA)』 Fan Featuring Guide Letra Stray Kids Japan Lyrics YouTube Stray Kids 『Social Path (feat. LiSA)』 Fan Featuring Guide

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Buju Banton – AGELESS TIME Lyrics

Buju Banton – AGELESS TIME ( Lyrics) Letra Buju Banton Buju Banton – AGELESS TIME Lyrics
And it make you think about all this darkness
around us
And you ask right now for clarity
Shine your light

Freedoms being forfeited and movements dormant
You question existence from your mind four corners
You would if you could or u might turn this darkness into light
Grandstanding outstanding the promo the branding back masking
Hiding what you really wanna say the pain and the anguish
The soul that’s now tarnished seek only light from source far way
Ageless time could you remind this simple child
Of the way things was when all was all wrap up in love

Ageless time please remind this simple child
Of the way things was when everything
Was wrap up in love

Financial depression, legal oppression
Government overreach
All cloaked in black with a sinister plot
They practice what they don’t preach
Workers under paid screw your minimum wages
Everyone needs an increase
They have destroyed life now what they seek

Oh ageless time
Kindly remind me of the way
Things used to be. Let the world see.
Don’t ever let me worry don’t let me repeat yeah
Of the way things was
Ageless time
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BLOODIE, Sugarhill Ddot – HANDS DOWN Lyrics

BLOODIE, Sugarhill Ddot – HANDS DOWN ( Lyrics ) Letra BLOODIE BLOODIE, Sugarhill Ddot – HANDS DOWN (Lyrics)
Intro
Grah-grah
Grrah, grah-grah
(Yo Lucas Ya Heard)
Y’all know the vibes, it’s that lil Ddot nigga ya heard
Y’all know the fucking vibes man
(Ayo EliWTF)

Chorus
Hands down, If I don’t got the knocks (grrah) (grrah-grrah boom)
I bet he get beat out his sneaks
Like, broad day (grrah)
Lil crash, he lucky (grrah-grrah)
I ain’t put him right to sleep (on bro)
Fuck all the rapping, I {?} all the action (grah)
I stay in the field and I’m toting my ratchet (grrah-grrah boom)
Call up Bloodie, you know that’s the makk
But if I catch a GT, Imma clap em (grrah)
Like, I don’t know why they talking on Notti
Like when we spin through they block (on bro)
It’s a homi
Talk on Dot, ya ass geting killed
Better ask for {?} for that name it get real (worda my motha nigga)
Like, two v’s when we spinning through drew (grrrr)
Can’t forget lil Kurt got shot in his tooth (ahhh-ahhh)
Like, (ahhh, ahhh) and the last got hit in his shouldеrs (ahhh)
So, fuck it, just roll up a boulder (ahhhh) (matt savv)
Verse 1: Bloodie
Like bro he could diе (grrah, look)
Like, so don’t trip when you slide (AP AP)
Bro thought he was sipping, he was drinking that tie (ahh)
Bro one shot after shot, tryna hang out the –
Ahhhh-haaaaa
So, 88k (grrah)
Like let’s go blitz if he smoking on Kay
Bro throwing shot after shot tryna knock off a –
Bro a shot after shot tryna knock off a face
Ahhhhh
But it’s still free move (gang) (like)
But he better move (ahhhhh)
Like free Banga, we know what you do
He was on thotties and thotties (grrah)
He was shaking the room (grrah-grrah boom)

Verse 2: Sugarhill Ddot
Grrah, grrah bang
Like, and I see my target (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, he can run cause this shit not the hardest (ahhhh)
Like, ski’d up tryna catch me a shaper
She wanna link cause I’m going retarded (worda my motha nigga)

Verse 3: Bloodie
(grrah, like)
They know the vibes with us
Like he was dissing on Notti
Had to get on that bus
Like, always keep one of them tucked (grrah)
He was dissing on Dot, I start wavin my gun
Like, see to see bro you know that it’s us (ahhh)
He was running, when I start put him in this blunt (ahhhhh)
(grrah, grrah) (ahhh-ahhhhhh)
Like, don’t get no {?} if he don’t got no hits
Glass, shatter all over the strip (grrah, look)
He ducking, moving faster than his bitch (ahhhhh)
We gon up on his block, I don’t care bout no kids (grrah)
(grrah) I’m tryna catch me who this (grrah)
Like, now he just dead in this spliff (grah-grah)
Verse 4: Sugarhill Ddot
Frankie dead (ahhh)
I don’t know why they mention my dead (grah-grah boom)
When I spin to the s, fill em up with led
Like, don’t forget that lil smelly is dead (grah-grah boom)
(smellyyyyy)

Chorus
Hands down, If I don’t got the knocks (grrah)
I bet he get beat out his sneaks (grrah-grrah boom)
Like, broad day (grrah)
Lil crash, he lucky I ain’t put him right to sleep (on bro)
Fuck all the rapping, I {?} all the action
I stay in the field (grrah) and I’m toting my ratchet (grrah boom)
Call up Bloodie, you know that’s the makk
But if I catch a GT, Imma clap em (like) (grrah, grrah) (like) (like)

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Sean Paul – Bedroom Tactics Lyrics

Sean Paul – Bedroom Tactics | Lyrics Lyrics Letra SeanPaulVEVO Sean Paul – Bedroom Tactics | Lyrics Lyrics
Intro:
Bounce pon di ting, you dung pon di ting
Gyal you nuh play, not at all
Wine pon it ting, grind pon di ting
Gyal you nuh play, not at all
So me want you bounce pon di ting
You dung pon di ting
Gyal you nuh play, not at all
Wine pon it ting, grind pon di ting
Gyal you nuh play, not at all
Verse 1
Gyal your body bad, badess chick
Dancehall impress, majestic
Mad yuh shape sexy
Fling it up, make me give it and trick
Sexy flex gyal make we practice
Me a try get this make we shot this
Now I got my prophylactic it haffi use inna bedroom tactics

Me a you choose inna bedroom tactics
Gyal go get loose inna bedroom tactics
No

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Peezy, Money Man, Larry June – Fashion Week Lyrics

Peezy, Money Man, Larry June – Fashion Week ( Lyrics ) Letra PeezyVEVO Peezy, Money Man, Larry June – Fashion Week ( Lyrics )
Nah, for real
Psh, I still fuck with Master P, you know? (C-Murder)
Facts (Yeah, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Yeah, ghetto (R.I.P to the real)
Psh, psh

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Forreal)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week

Double cup shorty RIP to DJ Screw (RIP)
Drink promethazine, no this ain’t no Absolut (This ain’t no Absolut)
Yeah fresh as hell expensive threads down to my shoe
Wockhardt got a nigga teeth hurt
Now it’s hard to chew (What else?)
I can’t lie I love Ricky and Louis, it’s hard to choose (Forreal)
Me and Goyard got a relationship that’s my boo
200 miles ph that’s what it say on the dash, I’m on the move
200k large what I pay for this kit, I got the proof
You niggas fake as hell, tellin’ kids stories like Dr. Suess (Mhm)
Bitches fuckin’ for that cheese on the low, they prostitutes
I’m in that brand new AMG 63, ain’t buy the coupe
Louis jersey on my back like I came out the locker room
Go

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Forreal)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week

Yeah uh
Made a couple hunnid in Paris on fashion week (Man)
Came back slid through the block so casually (Aye, aye, aye)
Expensive ass jacket it’s mink from overseas (Overseas)
Casual white tee, my J’s from ’03 (Numbers)
Knock the little, from Philly took her to eat
She really couldn’t handle it, shh, I’m too P
I ain’t into trickin’ n’ shit, it’s not me (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t the regular Porsche I spent 3 (Three)
Today I might do the plat’ Rolly to match Peezy (Peezy)
I was sellin’ P’s in ’07, playin’ that Jeezy (Man)
Got to make sure I’m on toes, it get greasy
Stock 21 in the pole, it’s not easy (What’s happening?)

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Numbers)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week

Trappin’ in Bottega I just sold some P’s and fast
Hoes see me in person they lose their breathe and start collapse
Runway garments everywhere I go I’m the main attraction
Custom made FN, I turn the nigga into a cadaver
They gone bury my in these Cubans, I’ma be icy in my afterlife
Took her shoppin’ in London, we go splurge and catch private flights
Dior give me gifts on my birthday they show appreciation
Peezy gave me a 4 of that Wock, he got me inebriated
Only fuck with bad bitches with careers, who bout they business
Every Goyard bag in my closet is filled up with a ticket
Balmain just collabed with Moncler, I’m havin’ all the pieces
Chanel and Louis V for my kin I buy it for my nieces

Gold presidential on my wrist like my name is Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Can’t wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Forreal)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week
Yeah
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Real Boston Richey – Bubba Man Lyrics

Real Boston Richey – Bubba Man ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Bubba Man ( Lyrics Lyrics)

Taliban
You know me
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Can’t say I’m the man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I don’t love a bitch, I only got love for the Chinaman
Emilio Pucci scarf wrapped ‘round my head just like a Taliban
I told my youngin I’ma keep his pockets full, just keep that cutter sprayin’
I told that bitch, “This shit here on the floor, I ain’t your other man
And your pussy good, but I’ma keep on cheatin’, you don’t understand
All these choices that I got, why the fuck I’ma be your man?
You don’t understand, bitch, I’ma pay to fuck on you and your friend”
I keep on buyin’ these whips, Geo say, “You need to go buy some land”
I was just trappin’ Bubba, none of this rappin’ shit wasn’t even my plans
Posted up in the dugout, out there trappin’ nicks of weed and sand
I got that type of money that make a faithful bitch go leave her man
I got that type of money, I fuck her raw, she want me to leave it in
She wouldn’t get an abortion, had to shoot a bitch a couple grand
I treat my bitches right, fuck ‘em good and then I tuck ‘em in
I don’t gotta drop a song again, I’m still gettin’ them Bubbas in

Huh, the Bubba man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I don’t gotta make a song again, I’m gettin’ them Bubbas in
Huh, the Bubba man, nigga, I’m the Bubba man
I don’t love a bitch, but I got love for the Chinaman
Bubba man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I can’t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends
Bubba man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin’

I need a ‘vert, the sun was comin’ in
If you trappin’ Bubba and you from Florida, then you bumpin’ this
Hit that dope, I whip up Fiji water, the fiends love this shit
Pay my young nigga to swing that cutter, I got handymen
I be on that pimpin’ shit ‘cause, baby, I’m a ladies’ man
Niggas can’t even afford to buy a Benz, how you gon’ spin a bin?
They do what I say so, Boston, he that fuckin’ man
Huh, give me Peso, bitch, I need a hundred bands

Huh, the Bubba man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I don’t gotta make a song again, I’m gettin’ them Bubbas in
Huh, the Bubba man, nigga, I’m the Bubba man
I don’t love a bitch, but I got love for the Chinaman
Bubba man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I can’t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends
Bubba man, bitch, I’m the Bubba man
I could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin’

Uh, I don’t hang with shooters, nigga, I’d rather hang with my Bubba friends

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