FELIX SNOW – Badi Boum lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t normally like to stare
But the way you move is just not fair
Everybody in the room got their eyes on you
So what you gonna do? [Chorus]
Badi, badi boum
Move the hips side to side
Badi, badi boum
[?] left to right
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
I could watch it all day, yeah
Badi, badi boum
Bring you closer to me, yeah
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
[?]
[Post-Chorus]
[?]
Put it all on me
[Verse 2]
Don’t know your name, but I want to
I don’t know you, but I got to
And blue jeans they fit you so right, yeah
Don’t wait at the light [?]
[Chorus]
Badi, badi boum
Move the hips side to side
Badi, badi boum
[?] left to right
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
I could watch it all day, yeah
Badi, badi boum
Bring you closer to me, yeah
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
[?]
[Post-Chorus]
[?]
Put it all on me
[Bridge]
Ten out of ten with the way that you dancing
I can see us on a beach in a mansion
Salt in your hair, moon in your eyes
This could be us by tonight
[Chorus]
Badi, badi boum
Move the hips side to side
Badi, badi boum
[?] left to right
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
I could watch it all day, yeah
Badi, badi boum
Bring you closer to me, yeah
Badi, badi boum
[?]
Badi, badi boum
[?]
[Outro]
[?]
Put it all on me
[?]
Put it all on me

MAGIC – Darts In The Dark lyrics

DARTS IN THE DARK LYRICS
[Verse 1]
I don’t know the way back to the place where our love lies
Blindfolded, it feels, and we’re trying to see out to the sunlight
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to love with my eyes close
But now it seems that we just keep
[Chorus]
So we just keep dancing around every day
And we just keep playing the same guessing games
And we both we’ll never go back to the start
If we just keep throwing darts in the dark
[Post-Chorus]
Darts in the dark
I don’t know the way back to your heart
I don’t know the way back to the dark
[Verse 2]
I remember you would just keep dancing, too
Find your love
‘Cause lately, darling, darkness is the moon between us
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to love with my eyes close
But now it seems that we just keep
[Chorus]
So we just keep dancing around every day
And we just keep playing the same guessing games
And we both we’ll never go back to the start
If we just keep throwing darts in the dark
[Post-Chorus]
Darts in the dark
I don’t know the way back to your heart
I don’t know the way back to the dark
[Bridge]
Throwing darts in the dark, somebody’s gonna get hurt
Throwing darts in the dark, only gonna make things worse
I might never fight the center of your heart
If I keep throwing darts in the dark, throwing darts in the dark
[Outro]
[?]
Darts in the dark
I might never fight the center of your heart
If we don’t stop, if we don’t stop shooting darts in the dark
I will never fight the center of your heart
I will never fight the center of your heart

Alkaline and Popcaan Head To Head For Another MOBO Award

This year it’s particularly interesting since this is the third straight year that Popcaan is being nominated in the category and he already won for the last two years. The award ceremony will be held in Leeds, England on November 29 and as per usual, the reggae category is getting a lot of attention. 1 on the Billboard Reggae chart earlier this year. Reggae/Dancehall veteran Damian Marley is also a hit favorite to win the award with his new album Stony Hill currently doing very well. This is the second nomination for Aidonia for a MOBO Award. Tweet
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Dancehall stars Alkaline and Popcaan are once again going head to head for another reggae MOBO Award. The 4th Genna deejay has been having a great year with a number of big hits including “Banga” and “Yeah Yea.”
“2017 has been a great year so far,” Aidonia said in a statement. This is his sixth MOBO nomination. If he wins next month, he would create history for winning the award three years straight. “It’s a joy to see that all the work we have been putting in over the years, not just this year, is slowly paying off. The project spawned a number of hits like “Majesty,” “Likes,” and “Skankin Sweet.” The 25-year-old reggae singer is among the favorites to take home the MOBO award this year. The the two dancehall stars are among three other local acts vying for the Best Reggae Act award 22nd Music of Black Origin (MOBO) Awards. We give thanks for the recognition and want to say respect the MOBO’s, the fans and everybody that played a part in making this happen.”
Chronixx debut album Chronology debut at No. The other acts nominated in the category are Aidonia, Chronixx, and Damian “Jr Gong” Marley who have all had a phenomenal year in reggae/dancehall.

Dancehall Artists Supports Ninja Man Ahead Of Murder Trial

Ninja Man has been a good man, right now Ninja Man is a good man to the community, he is a good man to people overall and he has been doing a lot of charitable work in the community, helping people to go back to school, I mean it’s a lot of things Ninja Man has been doing. Let's pray for Ninjaman at This Time? “A mi godfather dat, him real to me so me just a hope and pray fi everything go good.”
A trial date is not yet set for Ninja Man murder case. “Ninja Man a man weh bring me go studio and make me nyam food and dem ting deh, so mi affi put in my prayer,” Pamputtae said. The dancehall legend was arrested on Tuesday after a judge denied his attorney application for a stay in his decade-old murder case. “I’ve known Ninja Man for many years and he is one of the realest I’ve ever met, slash artists, coworker, everything in one. So I am just asking everybody to pray for Ninja Man right now so that the case can work out in his favor.”
Other dancehall entertainers like dancer Keiva and artist Pamputtae has been voicing their support. @ninjaman_music realest
A post shared by Michelle Downer (@dangelmusic) on Oct 18, 2017 at 12:19pm PDT High court judge, Justice Martin Gayle, issued a warrant for the artist’s arrest and ordered the trial to immediately commence in the Home Circuit Court in Kingston. Tweet
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Ninja Man is getting some support from the dancehall community following his recent arrest. Since his arrest, some of his dancehall peers have been showing him a lot of support. D’Angel, who has been friends with Ninja Man for years, posted a video on Instagram asking her fans to pray for the legend. “Let us all pray for Ninja Man at this time, he needs it, he needs all of our prayers,” D’Angel said.

Future – All Da Smoke lyrics

Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke These lyrics were added 14 hours ago. Below are the complete “All Da Smoke” lyrics by Future displayed. All Da Smoke lyrics
[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)
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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?

Future – Three lyrics

Below are the complete “Three” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 14 hours ago. (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? Three lyrics
DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? That’s-
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[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Future – No Cap lyrics

These lyrics were added 14 hours ago. No Cap lyrics
Southside on the track, yeah

[Intro: Future]
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My bitch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap
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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad bitch out the ghetto
Eating like [?]
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f*ck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf*ck the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the bitch, like I’m Michael Myers

[Verse 3: Future]
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 nigga and I’m riding in a foreign
Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored
Nigga, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, nigga, uh
Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my niggas
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential Below are the complete “No Cap” lyrics by Future displayed.

Future & Young Thug – Three Lyrics

That’s-
(Verse 2: Future)
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, ni**a, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you ni**as in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these ni**as, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f**k with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my b*tch a bad b*tch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG ni**a, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest ni**a came from Lil’ Mexico
(Outro: Future)
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head Tweet
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(Intro: Young Thug)
DY crazy
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah
(Verse 1: Young Thug & Future)
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the b*tch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’ ’em up like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf**kin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf**kin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome Heart lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp?

Future & Young Thug – No Cap Lyrics

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(Intro: Future)
Southside on the track, yeah
Ha ha
Yeah
(Verse 1: Future)
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My b*tch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B b*tch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap
(Verse 2: Young Thug)
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red b*tch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad b*tch out the ghetto
Eating like model
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f**k her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf**k the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the b*tch, like I’m Myer Michaels
(Verse 3: Future)
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 ni**a and I’m riding in a foreign
F**k a bad yellow b*tch anytime I get bored
Ni**a, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, ni**a, uh
Switch my b*tch once a week, ni**a, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my ni**as
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential

XXXTentacion Signs Deal With Capitol Records Worth $6 Million

The album sold 87,000 copies in the first week of its release, which is one of the reasons why he was offered a seven figures record deal. Cops took X into custody after the female made a frantic 911 call. XXXTentacion currently has a lot to celebrate, but his rise to stardom came with a cloud of controversies and legal troubles stemming from an alleged assault and kidnapping case of his ex-girlfriend. The 19-year-old rapper, whose real name is Jahseh Onfroy, has had a controversial career since making a name for himself in hip hop with his breakout single “Look At Me.”
The nature of the deal is not yet known, but Caroline caters to indie artists mostly and the deal is for upcoming material. He is currently on a charge of aggravated battery and that charge is more serious since the female was pregnant at the time of the incident which took place on October 8, 2016. Billboard reported that the Lauderhill, Florida rapper signed a deal with Capitol Music Group’s subsidiary Caroline worth north of $6 million. Some hip hop fans are already questioning the deal and asking whether or not new rappers like XXXTentacion are the new face of hip hop. 14. To date he has sold 313,000 equivalent album units in the United States, Nielsen Music reported. Last month, some excerpts from the police report surfaced online detailing the horror the victim endured during the alleged kidnapping and beating case. The album peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard 200 chart and is currently sitting at No. XXXTentacion has already released his debut album “17” on August 25th. Tweet
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XXXTentacion just earned himself a $6 million deal with Capitol Records. His trial date is set for December 11th following a few delays. That incident formed part of the argument from some fans as to why big-name record labels like Capital Music Group are putting their names behind him. The “Look At Me” rapper is also charged with domestic battery by strangulation, false imprisonment and witness tampering.

Ty Dolla $ign Ft. A$AP Rocky – Dawsin’s Breek (Remix) Lyrics

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(Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign)
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park (ah yeah)
(Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign)
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro
(Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign)
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
(Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign)
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park (ah yeah)
(Verse 2 – A$AP Rocky)
New belt that’s french canvas
Goyard that’s rich canvas
Showing out for the big cameras
Sonning ni**as like the kids parents
Old money like the grand parents
Show respect or get b*tch handled
Took her wigs like your grandmama
Smack a ni**a like I’m big handed
(?) a f**k on your babymama
Bigger booty she a thick bandit
Big body do big damage
New Rari do tricks in it
If she look so good throw a kid in it
Have a baby by me for the big business
(Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign)
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park (ah yeah) I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this?

Chris Brown Gets Eight Platinum Plaque For Old Singles

Three of the singles “She Ain’t You,” “Strip,” “Beautiful People,” and “Back To Sleep” gets certified platinum, while “Don’t Wake Me Up,” “Deuces,” and “Yeah 3X” are all certified two times platinum. Tweet
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Chris Brown currently has a lot to be celebrating right now with eight of his singles getting multi-platinum certifications. Breezy is surely looking to score some platinum records off this new album due on Halloween. Chris Brown is currently working on his new album Heartbreak on a Full Moon due for release on October 31st. One song “Look At Me Now” featuring Lil Wayne and Busta Rhymes which was released in 2011 was certified five times platinum by the RIAA. On October 3, the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) issued eight new platinum plaques to Chris Brown for some songs that didn’t get certified in the past even though they sold millions. This R&B crooner will be announcing his new tour in the coming weeks to support the album. For a single to be certified platinum it would need to sell one million units and in the age of music streaming, 150 streams equal to one unit sold. The album also comes with some previously released singles like “Privacy,” “Only 4 Me,” and “Paradise.”
The last album Chris Brown released is Royalty back in 2015, so this is his first major project in three years so he had a lot of time to record a lot of songs. Chris Brown previously revealed that the project will be a double-disc album which means he could very well release hard copies, as well as, digital copies on major streaming services like Apple Music and Spotify. Kelly, Verse Simmons, Ty Dolla $ign, Yo Gotti, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, and Kodak Black. The massive project comes with 45 tracks and guest features from Usher, Gucci Mane, Young Thug, Def Loaf, Lil Yachty, Jhene Aiko, R.

Rick Ross – TipToe’N Lyrics

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(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
(Verse 1)
Flowers for the b**ches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I f**k ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, “what the bumbaclot?”
My b**ch dressed to the floor, that pu**y Rastafari
Top shotta told me, “(shut it for a batty boy)”
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a ni**a name or die peacefully
I don’t f**k with sucka’ ni**as, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side
(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
(Verse 2)
The b**ches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young ni**a gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a ni**a gates
(?) in the pen, cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still f**kin’ b**ches out the magazine
Better log-on young ni**as havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, ni**a
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, ni**a
(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
(Verse 3)
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, ni**as started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them b**ches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pu**y ni**as, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas
(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

Tim McGraw – Break First lyrics

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CNCO – Mamita lyrics

These lyrics were added 16 hours ago. CNCO Below are the complete “Mamita” lyrics by CNCO displayed. Mamita lyrics
Cuando me miras asi, no sabes lo que te haria
Un poco por aca un poco por alli
Del mundo te olvidaria
No te lo guardes mami, que ganas si desconfias
En esta noche si me lo das a mi, te sacas la loteria

(coro)
Ay mamita ven que yo quiero tenerte
Cambiame la suerte
Que esto es algo urgente
Ven que ya no aguanto
Ay mamita ven que tu me gustas tanto
Y este nunca miente

Juegate la suerte siempre
Hay un factor crucial que hace que te ponga tu mejor labial
Seguro mami que tu vienes aqui, gritaras los cuatros vientos ay mamita vente
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No te lo guardes mami, que ganas si desconfias
En esta noche si me lo das a mi, te sacas la loteria

(coro)
AY mamita ven que yo quiero tenerte
Cambiame la suerte
Que esto es algo urgente
Ven que ya no aguanto
Ay mamita ven que, tu me gustas tanto
Y este nunca miente

Ven la que la noche es joven
Que te llego la hora de que un hombre como yo te valore
Tu sentiras fuego princesa, te quedaras conmigo hasta que el dia venga Muñeca

Cuando me miras asi, no sabes lo que te haria
Un poco por aca un poco por alli
Del mundo te olvidaria
No te lo guardes mami, que ganas si desconfias
En esta noche si me lo das a mi, te sacas la loteria

(coro)
Ay mamita ven que yo quiero tenerte
Cambiame la suerte
Que esto es algo urgente
Ven que ya no aguanto
Ay mamita ven que, tu me gustas tanto
Y este nunca miente

Y ay mamita
Que quienes somos?