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Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)
[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)
[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar chicks up the grown way
[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ Lyrics

What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? [Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on m’fuckin’ me
Swear to God, put in on my ‘Gram for a grade
I go and park two months, hit her face
[?], like you wan’ a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a [?] in my Mountain Dew
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? [Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? [Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my [?] Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’mma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I get him, I’mma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope Lyrics

[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
Yuh, yuh
Lil Purpp, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh
Brrrrt
Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh
Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh
(Ronny J listen up)
[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh)
I just had a stroke
Yeah, your baby daddy broke
Legit pay no ho child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walk in the club and I flex like ooh
Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe
Niggas ain’t even, I don’t see you
Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
I just smoke my dope (what)
Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, brrrt)
Came to the party in a boat (yuh)
Chains on my neck make me choke (yeah)
Balmain on my jeans (yuh)
Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp)
She gon’ swallow kids (huh, yeah)
That’s a Kid’s Cuisine, yeah
[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn)
Mama told me no (ooh, no)
I feel like El Chapo (yuh)
Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (what)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 4: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp still sell crack (ooh)
His mom still move packs (uh)
Fuckin’ up the racks up at Sak’s (uh)
In the trap, still movin’ dime sacks (uh)
Poppin’ hella Molly and X (uh, yuh)
Fuckin’ on your bitch and your ex (what)
She rubbin’ on my dick like a pet (uh)
Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
[?] in this mufucka
Lil Pump, what’s up? I started right where you at, nigga
50 million later, ya hear me? Whoa
Maybach Music
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate though
Get whacked in the front seat
Face down when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Advance break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bang
Lil Pump, ooh, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louie sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yuh
I think I’m whippin’ up whitney
I’m whippin’ up whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yuh
[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hard, got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beer, we got that
And I got water on me like flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I want the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like 10 chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the Coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

Lil Pump – Iced Out Lyrics

I got the remote control
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) 2-17 on the track! [Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like a [?] (yellow like a [?])
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn you on? Lil Pump, Lil Pump! [Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh?

Lil Pump – Back Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
217 on the track, man
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ sho, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m into trappin’, I’m shippin’ out hella packs
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Bitch said the crash is the 80, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)
[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rode
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ [?]
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Lil Pump – Foreign Lyrics

Huh
Bitch, come suck my dick, ooh
I don’t ask her questions, I’m the youngest flexin’
Lil Pump a blessin’, I could teach you lessons
Pull up to a party, oou, and I’m off a molly, damn
I’ma prolly’ fuck yo’ daughter cause she hella thottie
Swervin’ Maserati’s, bitches in the lobby
Bitch, I’m choppin’ up a brick like I know karate
[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
I ride foreign cars, ouu
I ride foreign cars, ouu
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ouu
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar [Intro]
Oou, yeah, huh, oou
Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ouu
[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
I ride foreign cars, ouu
I ride foreign cars, ouu
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ouu
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
[Verse 1]
Pull up to the strip, ooh
Bust down on my wrist, ooh
What’s yo’ birthday wish?

Lil Pump – At The Door Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Lil Pump
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
This is CBB
[Chorus]
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
[Verse 1]
I got junkies at the door
I could serve you 244
I could serve you couple Xans
I could feed your bitch some coke
Yeah, my uzi automatic, make your grandma do a backflip
Yeah, that .45 do that magic
Yeah, my wrist do that gymnastics
Got a blood sign on my wrist
It look like I took a piss
So you cannot tell me shit
Make your auntie do a flip
Yeah, I’m drinkin’ Molly water
While I’m fuckin’ on your daughter
Bitch, I’m bustin’ at your father
Call me Lil Pump Vince Carter
[Chorus]
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
[Outro]
I be drip, I be drip, I be drip
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door

Rich Chigga – Chaos Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, happy birthday to me
I’m 18 now
And women can legally have sex with me
Now shut up
[Chorus]
I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro
Sittin’ on my lap’, but she just tryna be my friend, though
Bumping on the ex, so when about to call my XO
Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow
[Verse 1]
You can’t get rid of me
I ain’t going nowhere
And I’m always multiplying like I always fornicate
Cake, cake up on this belt, the day I landed in the States
Two on one, take all day
And I’m just spittin’ out the maze (maze)
She like sippin’ outta a mason jar
She ain’t hippy, she gon’ suffer some granola bars
Let the freakie got me curious like I’m on Mars
Saying, I forgot my roots, Goddamn, you went too far
[Bridge]
Aye, then you went too far
Got these people all around me, man, they treat me like a star
Dressed like I don’t give a damn, but I’ll be ballin’ like LaVar
Got to wait about three years, until I could go to the bar
[Verse 2]
Damn, make all my own shit
I get all the profits
If you actin’ lazy, then do not expect your props, bitch
Movin’ with the tactics, got girls on all my fabrics
Go ham on the mic, just like I’m sitting in the cockpit, aye
Used to hate the camera, now your boy’s a natural
Now your boy is on the road two months and I’mma get the dough
Try to put me in a box
I’ll go always break the lock
Call me D-Wayne, ’cause she licking on my Johnson like The Rock
Oh my God, man, his voice so deep
I thought he was 21 plus
Why he be so clean? Wanna let him spank on my bump
He just turned 18
But for him, I catch a case, damn (holding up)
[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, that was the sound of you, bitch
And everybody, that heard, what I did
I don’t like being so ignorant, but you gonna make me go back to my bullshit again
[Chorus]
I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro
Sittin’ on my lap’, but she just tryna be my friend, though
Bumping on the ex, so when about to call my XO
Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow

Kodak Black – I N U Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Goin’ up top catchin’ plays like I’m Victor Cruz nigga
And I’m catchin’ picks, I’m catchin’ yours too nigga
You ain’t Drew Brees nigga, that’s a flu flicker
[Verse]
My nigga still be stealin’ cars, he love that stuff nigga
He done brought me a brand new car, I told him “Nigga get me a rental”
Like how the hell I’ma tell him chill, that shit ain’t cool nigga
‘Cause I used to do it with him and I maneuver in ’em
Damn right we hit the scene together, I hit the news with him
But I hit news by myself before I hit the news with him
I ain’t tellin’ you how I’ma play it, I ain’t tellin’ you how I move nigga
Hell yeah that’s what I do, but that ain’t what I do nigga
I don’t even feel like nigga tellin’ ya kids to stay in school
‘Cause I always did the opposite, nigga I ain’t stay in school
Maybe if they told me not to go, I probably would’ve stayed in school
Codeine and orange soda, that’s my formula, Ion want baby food
I don’t eat baby food, I don’t eat baby food
Put a “O” in front of the Range Rover, that’s a orange coop
That’s a strange coupe, that’s a orange Range Rover coupe
That’s a o-range rover, that’s a fruit
Y’all so cute, get her, she for you, she a swoop
On a boot, 1800 Tequila, I’m litty like Peter Boo
Peter Boo thought she for him, she for me, she for you
No, SG is not a crew, we a team, not a crew
This shit deeper to me than you, you can’t even see no we and you
You creep just like them people too, that’s why it ain’t no me and you
I go peep the truth, see Pooh, he could shoot on the roof, he peekaboo
I say my vowels for the dollar bill, I “A-E-I-O-U”
First thing first is I-O-U, I’ma spray first if I owe you
My nigga in prison goin’ crazy, keep on askin’ me ’bout his lady
I ain’t finna be out here watchin’ her page, I ain’t finna be out here stalkin’ yo lady
And my brother ’bout to have a baby, ’bout to be a uncle and I’m a baby
Paranoid, I’m livin’ dangerous, paranoid, I’m overthinkin’
Wrap the car up just to spray it, put it up then candy paint it
I’m a baby with a baby, I done killed so much-a babies
I done kidnapped, I done whipped so much-a babies
If the neighbors hear me, they gon’ call the police
Child neglect, call the DCF on me
Child abuse, I’m in the kitchen droppin’ a 14
All that night I was ridin’ ’round the city to this slow beat
If the neighbors hear me, they gon’ call the police
DCF called child neglect on me
Water whippin’ in the kitchen, I’m droppin’ a 14
Got that glizzy, ridin’ ’round the city to this slow beat
[Outro]
I done lost my mind all night, when I grind I don’t get no sleep
You goddamn right once they let me out, I’m in yo’ hoe cheeks
I think these niggas lactose intolerant, they don’t get no cheese

CHARLIE PUTH – How Long lyrics

(You gotta go tell me now)
You been acting so shady (shady)
I’ve been feeling it lately, baby You been acting so shady (shady)
I’ve been feeling it lately, baby
[Post-Chorus]
How long has this been going on, baby? You been acting so shady (shady)
I’ve been feeling it lately, baby
[Outro]
How long has this been going on? How long has this been going on? You been creeping up on me (on me)
While you calling me baby (baby)
How long has this been going on? Can’t you break my head and not my heart
I was drunk, I was gone
But don’t make it right
But promise there were no feelings involved
[Pre-Chorus]
She said “Boy, tell me honestly
Was it real or just for show?”
She said “Save your apologies”
Baby, I just gotta know”
[Chorus]
How long has this been going on? You been creeping up on me (on me)
While you calling me baby (baby)
How long has this been going on? You been acting so shady (shady)
I’ve been feeling lately, baby
[Verse 2]
I’ll admit (admit)
It’s my fault (my fault)
But you gotta believe me
When I say it only happened once
I tried and I tried
But you’ll never see that
You’re the only I wanna love, ooh yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
She said “Boy, tell me honestly (honestly)
Was it real or just for show?”
She said “Save your apologies (apologies)”
Baby, I just gotta know”
[Chorus]
How long has this been going on? yeah”
She said “Save your apologies
Baby, I just gotta know”
[Chorus]
How long has this been going on? You been creeping up on me
How long has this been going on, baby? Alright
Ooh, yeah
[Verse 1]
I’ll admit, I was wrong
What else can I say, girl? You been creeping up on me
While you calling me baby
How long has this been going on? You gotta go tell me now
[Bridges]
She said “Boy, tell me honestly
Was it real or just for show?

WWII veteran pens stories for future generations

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Veteran David Curry hopes his memoir will inspire future generations. (ABC Mid North Coast: Gabrielle Lyons)
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(ABC Mid North Coast: Gabrielle Lyons) “The group I belonged to were all about the same age, some even a year or two younger,” he said. (Supplied: David Curry)
In May of 1945, Mr Curry’s unit landed on Tarakan, a Japanese-held island. “All I know about my grandparents is what was written on my mother’s birth or death certificate,” he said. “Fathers are so flat out earning a living and chastising the children, they don’t have the time or want to pass on the stories of your grandfathers.”It got me to thinking, we all owe it to our grandchildren to pass on our stories.”

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From yoga to golf, and even dabbling in drawing, Mr Curry is always searching for the next challenge. (ABC Mid North Coast: Gabrielle Lyons)
Fit as a fiddle for his 91st birthdayMr Curry found the mental strength to write his life story by working on his physical wellbeing.Twice-weekly pilates sessions have made a remarkable difference to the 90-year-old, who was struggling to stay mobile before taking up yoga.Senior physiotherapist at Port Macquarie Physio Pilates Kathy Lawrence said Mr Curry had been an inspiration to other elderly patients. (ABC Mid North Coast: Gabrielle Lyons)
War through the eyes of a teenagerMr Curry’s memoir Born Lucky shares stories of his tough life living through The Great Depression, and stories of war through the eyes of a 15-year-old. Photo:
Mr Curry enlisted in the army as a 15-year-old boy, and says many others were younger than himself. “Dave’s been attending physio pilates for six years now. No-one could accuse World War II veteran David Curry of rushing to put pen to paper.More than 90 years in the making, his self-published memoir was launched in Port Macquarie.Mr Curry never had a relationship with his grandparents, his family cut communication after his Irish parents married into different religions.This was the inspiration behind his memoir. “I have hit three hole-in-ones,” he said.”I was really pleased with myself when I hit the hardest par three on the Port Macquarie course. Achieving that was a feather in my cap.”

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Six years ago Mr Curry struggled to walk to his car; now he commits to two pilates sessions a week. One of Mr Curry’s earliest duties was to map the fortifications in the beach area, as his memoir tells, this process walked him onto enemy lines.”As I wandered from bunker to bunker I heard the rumble of the fighting in the distance,” he said. Photo:
Hiding out from Japanese soldiers is just one of the stories penned in David Curry’s memoir. “On reaching the far edge of the area I had to cover, about to turn around, I noticed a trail leading off and wondered where it went.”I saw a house high above the grass, the side was heavily marked with bullet holes, there were a pile of papers underneath … they looked interesting so I wanted to see them.”Next thing I knew, there were three sets of Japanese soldiers’ boots in my line of vision.”The mosquitoes had no trouble finding me, I just let them bite me. Surrounded by tall grass, any attempt to brush them or kill them could have alerted anyone nearby.”I stayed there all night, I didn’t have the password to get back into the camp at night.”Mr Curry said on reflection he may have been overreacting, but his senses were on high alert. When we first got Dave he was quite debilitated and run down … now he’s actively playing golf,” she said.”When Dave first came in he wasn’t very capable of doing that many exercises and certainly didn’t go for an hour, but as we gradually increased the strength of the exercises and increased his endurance he now can do an hour’s exercise.”Mr Curry has been playing golf for 60 years.

Meet the 6yo farming lambs for pocket money

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Dogs listen without judgment A nationwide program that sees children read aloud to dogs helps build their confidence and improve their literacy. “I said to them, ‘I’m going to buy a few cows, do you want some?’, and they said yes, so I bought them a cow each.”They sold the cows at market just under a year later, with the girls each making $860 profit. Finance expert Scott Pape from Barefoot Investor agreed, saying that if you wanted your child to be financially literate, “don’t expect the school to do it for you”.”There’s really no systematic lessons of financial literacy in the core curriculum,” he told ABC Radio Melbourne’s Rafael Epstein. “If one of her sheep happens to have something happen to it, well, she’ll have to understand that it’s not always going to make money — sometimes you lose.”

How do you teach your children financial responsibility? Mr Pape also cautioned against giving children money for doing household chores.”My view is kids should actually have to do jobs just for being part of the family, so you should unpack the dishwasher and then you’re allowed to eat.”But they should also be doing other jobs that they get paid for, and you pay them as soon as they do the job so they understand … Emily Ball is a sheep farmer.The six-year-old from Melbourne’s Yarra Valley now owns 25 of her family’s 300 sheep.The first-grader’s small agribusiness is an example of what one expert says is the best way to teach children about finance.But not all Emily’s livestock are for business purposes — she has one pet sheep, Dora, who comes up to her in the paddock for a pat.”Her hair feels all curly and weird.”Farming for fun and profitEmily’s father Daniel said his daughter’s farming business started when she and her sister Sophie raided their piggy bank to buy some calves. that link between work and pay.”Children ‘want responsibility’

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Emily enjoys working in the paddocks with her dad and dogs Wispa and Denny. Sophie decided to bank her money, but Emily asked her father if she could buy some sheep with the proceeds. Let us know in the comments. “If they sell at $100 each they’ll make $1,500, so she’ll have covered her outlay and made $1,000 profit.”Mr Ball said he was not going to cover Emily for any losses. Photo:
Emily’s first 10 sheep, which are marked with an E, have had 15 lambs between them. Don’t pay children for chores, expert saysMr Ball said he was motivated to teach his two children about business because “schools don’t generally cover it”.”They don’t teach you how to invest and make money,” he said. (ABC Radio Melbourne: Simon Leo Brown)
“She’s now spent $500 buying the 10 ewes off me,” Mr Ball said.Those 10 sheep have since had 15 lambs. (ABC Radio Melbourne: Simon Leo Brown)
Mr Pape said while some parents despaired that their children had no interest in learning about money management, he believed “every kid wants to have some responsibility and learn and grow”.He said the best way to teach children financial responsibility was to get your own books in order.”The number one way to have financially fit kids is to be financially fit yourself, because whether we like it or not our kids are modelling our behaviours,” he said.For Emily, the best part about her budding livestock business is the chance to be out working in the paddock.”I love working my dogs Denny and Wispa,” she said, adding that she liked that they did what she told them.

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Home compost pickup trial to allow meat, dairy in green waste bins

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City gardens to benefitCurrently the contents of the city’s green bins is processed in a facility shared with other councils and a compost that can be used in agriculture is produced.It is hoped the trial will deliver a superior product. “That’s why we are implementing a trial before we go wider, to identify any issues before we roll out en masse,” he said.”I don’t think it’s going to be a big change, but I think as humans we try to resist change. “We are trying to make it as easy as possible,” Mr Wacher said.”We are implementing an education program and we are also going to be doing bin tagging and just informing residents of how to put the right things in the right bin.”

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It is hoped the program will create higher quality compost for council parks. Join the discussion in the comments. “Sixty per cent of the waste we generate is actually organic, so we are hoping to see an increase in waste diverted from landfill,” Mr Wacher said.To make it easier for trial participants to separate organic food waste from other rubbish, the city has supplied them with small kitchen bins complete with compostable liners. “A lot of people are excited about doing more for the environment.” “This will close the loop a bit and produce better quality compost and will be used in our parks,” Mr Wacher said. 60 per cent of all waste organicThe city hopes the trial will lead to far less household waste being sent to landfill.It will also allow people who don’t wish to have a home compost bin to be more environmentally friendly. “But we’ve had a series of community information nights in Melville and some pretty positive responses. “It’s going to contain all the organics generated in the household,” Steve Wacher, manager of resource recovery and waste at the City of Melville, told ABC Radio Perth.”You can put all your fruit and vegetables, meat and bones, seafood, bread, dairy, tea and coffee in that bin as well as weeds, plants, tree prunings, small branches, dog poo, kitty litter.”

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Rather than going to landfill, food scraps will be turned into compost. A select group of Perth residents will soon be able to throw meat, dairy products, coffee grounds, dog poo and kitty litter into their green waste bins.The City of Melville, in Perth’s southern suburbs, is trialling the organic recycling program with 7,000 residents.From next week they will be allowed to put all organic waste from their homes into green-lidded bins, which ordinarily only take garden waste like leaves, lawn clippings and small branches. If the trial goes well, the council will consider offering the service to all residents.