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[Intro]
(Body) Body (wanna feel) Wanna feel my body, baby?
(Such a thrill) Such a thrill, my body yeah-yeah
(Wanna touch) Wanna touch my body, baby?
(It’s too much) It’s too much, my body yeah-yeah
(Check it out my) Check it out my body, body
(Don’t you doubt) Don’t you doubt my body, body
(Talkin’ bout my) Talkin’ bout my body, body
(Check it out my) Check it out my body

[Verse 1]
Every man wants to be a macho, macho man
To have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
Work outs in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
Ready to get down with, anyone he can

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
I’ve got to be Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! Ow!
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be a macho!

[Bridge 1]
(Body) Body, (it’s so hot, my) it’s so hot, my body, baby
(Love to pop my) love to pop my body, yeah-yeah
(Love to please my) love to please my body, baby
(Don’t you tease my) don’t you tease my body, yeah
(You’ll adore my) you’ll adore my body, baby
(Come explore my) come explore my body, yeah-yeah
(Made by God, my) made by God, my body, baby
(It’s so good, my) Hey!

[Verse 2]
You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
His western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he’s a king
Call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
He likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be a macho man
I’ve got to be a Macho, macho man, yeah
I’ve got to be a macho!
Alright!
Macho, macho man, yeah-yeah
I’ve got to be a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho!
Alright!

[Bridge 2]
Ugh! Macho..baby!
Body, body, body (wanna feel my) body
Body, body, body (gonna thrill my) body
Body, body, body (don’t-cha stop my) body
Body, body, body (it’s so hot my) body

[Verse 3]
Every man ought to be a macho macho man
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand
Have their own life style and ideals
Possess the strength and confidence, life’s a steal
You can best believe that he’s a macho man
He’s a special person in anybody’s land

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (dig the hair on my chest)
Macho, macho man (see my big thick moustache)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)
Macho, macho man (dig my muscles!)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho!
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! HEY!

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[Verse 1]
Hallelujah, I’m a freak, I’m a freak, hallelujah
Every day of the week, I’ma do ya like I want ya
I’m a Nile crocodile, a piranha

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my God, she got the power
Oh, look at her, she got the power
So, so, so

[Chorus]
Don’t fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I’m nasty, I’m evil
Must be something in the water or that I’m my mother’s daughter
Don’t fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I’m nasty, I’m evil
Must be something in the water or that I’m my mother’s daughter

[Post-Chorus]
So, back up, back up, back up, back up, boy, ooh
Back up, back up, back up, back up, boy, ooh

[Verse 2]
Hallelujah, I’m a witch, I’m a witch, hallelujah
Swish swish, I’m a three-point shooter, I blow through ya
Like a hot wind out in the bayou, ya

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my God, she got the power
Well, look at her, she got the power

[Chorus]
Don’t fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I’m nasty, I’m evil
Must be something in the water or that I’m my mother’s daughter
Don’t fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I’m nasty, I’m evil
Must be something in the water or that I’m my mother’s daughter

[Post-Chorus]
So, back up, back up, back up, back up, boy, ooh
Back up, back up, back up, back up, boy, ooh
Back up, back up, back up, back up, boy, ooh
Back up, back up, back up, back up, boy, ooh

[Bridge]
My mama always told me that I’d make it
That I’d make it, so I made it
I put my back into and my heart in it
So I did it, yeah, I did it
My mama always told me that I’d make it
That I’d make it, so I made it
I put my back into and my heart in it
So I did it, yeah, I did it

[Chorus]
Don’t fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I’m nasty, I’m evil
Must be something in the water or that I’m my mother’s daughter

[Outro]
Don’t fuck with my freedom
Oh my God, oh my God
Don’t fuck with my freedom
Oh my God, oh my God
Don’t fuck with my freedom
Oh my God, oh my God
Don’t fuck with my freedom
Oh my God, oh my God
Swish swish, motherfucker (Ow)

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[Intro: RuPaul]
Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you look like you done already done had yours
You better go take your country-ass indoors
And put some damn clothes on
‘Cause don’t nobody need to be seeing all of that
The library is officially open

[Verse 1: RuPaul]
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Verse 2: Miley Cyrus]
Ayy, go stupid, go dumb
Come and get it ’cause I know you want some
Nashville, Tennessee where I’m from
Since I was three, I’ve been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus]
Nasty, I’m so nasty, nasty
I’m nasty, I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Verse 3: RuPaul]
Ride, shine, clock said pussy time
Bust my pussy nut while I’m fingering your butt
Do I suck dick? You ain’t seen shit
Throw a C-note, watch you slide down my throat
Yeah, my pussy fine, I pop it ’cause it’s mine
I don’t give a fuck if they call me a slut
What I do with a dick, elect me president
Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’m so nasty, I’m nasty (Nasty)
I’m nasty, I’m nasty

[Verse 4: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that’s a must
But I want the whole pie, so leave the crust
I’m the moon, I’m the stars, I’m a Maserati
I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi
I got a new song on the radio, and it goes five
(Four, three, two, one)
That’s right, it’s a number one
And I can’t take you with me as a carry on
I already got my luggage, it’s Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got carried on
From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that’s what you can call me
Queen, I’ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I’m the life of the party
Don’t worry ’bout me, go and get yourself a hobby
(Sweet pussy of mine)
I’m so nasty
(Sweet pussy of mine)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash money) I’m so nasty
(Get it, get it, got it good)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Ru, turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m nasty
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Outro: Miley Cyrus]
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)

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[Verse 1]
Lights are down, but you’re shining like you always do
Every day, I’m reminded of the miracle of you

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re too good for coincidence
And too perfect for an accident
And I’m not sure where Heaven is
But every night, I get a glimpse

[Chorus]
And I know I’m blessed
Watching you spin in that dress
Making my heart beat out my chest
I can’t count the times I’ve heard
People say I’m lucky, but lucky ain’t the word
Oh, I’m blessed
And all I ain’t got is my breath
You stole it the first time we meet
You’re more than I deserve
People say I’m lucky, but lucky ain’t the word
Oh, I’m

[Verse 2]
I keep checking you for halos
Swear you’re an angel in the skies
You poke my mind from every angle, and I
Can see Heaven in your eyes

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re too good for coincidence
And too perfect for an accident
And I’m not sure where Heaven is
But every night, I get a glimpse

[Chorus]
And I know I’m blessed (Blessed)
Watching you spin in that dress (Dress)
Making my heart beat out my chest
I can’t count the times I’ve heard
People say I’m lucky, but lucky ain’t the word
Oh, I’m blessed (Blessed)
And all I ain’t got is my breath (Breath)
You stole it the first time we met
You’re more than I deserve
People say I’m lucky, but lucky ain’t the word
Oh, I’m

[Bridge]
Baby, you’re the kind of girl that I’ve always prayed for
And I swear by my dying breath that I will be faithful
Oh, baby
‘Cause I’m on my knees (I’m on my knees)
Whoa, you make me believe

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m blessed (Blessed)
Watching you spin in that dress (Dress)
Making my heart beat out my chest
I can’t count the times I’ve heard
People say I’m lucky, but lucky ain’t the word
Oh, I’m blessed (Blessed)
And all I ain’t got is my breath (Breath)
You stole it the first time we met
You’re more than I deserve
People say I’m lucky, but lucky ain’t the word
Oh, I’m blessed

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[Intro: Skepta]
Practice hours
Go on then
What you mean, what you mean?
Yeah

[Chorus: Skepta]
Yeah, we did young and stupid
Now I do grown and sexy
I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag’s empty
No need to pretend
I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no skeng
Talk about gangster, I was like, “When?”
Brudda, you love lie
Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride
Tough guy
Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
You’re just lyin’ to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind

[Verse 1: Shorty]
These guys tell lies
Say that they bust guns, they ain’t got nines
Say that they shot drugs, they ain’t got pies
Do it for the ‘Gram, man, I ain’t got time
Everybody knows that I’m five foot five
But don’t come around here when your likkle man talk, I’ll punch man down to my size, yeah
I make a man think twice, I make a man go look for advice
You don’t wanna come around here with your chest all high
‘Cause the mandem’ll switch off your lights
Bare tings in your head like lice
Eediat, now you can’t sleep at night
You see this road ting comes at a price

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Most came cool with a serious face
That’s ’cause I came from a serious place
To be able to pull off this outfit
With the trainers, you gotta have serious pace (Yeah)
Got money on my brain, it’s a serious chase
Co-D on remand, that’s a serious case (Mad)
So when man wanna act like Tyson
I’m like what, fam? Am I supposed to be frightened? (Dead)
Say you bust gun, we don’t believe you
You don’t pray, TBH, you need to
Say that he’s a badboy, I was like me too
Shoot from up ‘cross the road when I see you (Sky)
Fuck your war story, I’ve been there when the beef get gory (Facts)
I’m from the UK just like Devlin, but I’m a yardman like Cory

[Interlude: Skepta]
Tryna be gangster
Tryna be gangster, your cartel are not up to the time
Tryna be gangster
Tryna be gangster, pattern up, better get back on the grind

[Verse 3: Jammer]
It’s all an act and movie (Yeah)
See through them, but they can’t see through me (Nope)
Man wanna act like gangsters, when I see man
Manna move like groupies
These man are happy inside
But when I see man, they start moving booky (Booky)
Friday night, when I smoke like booky (brucky)
Don’t get nicked by the feds on duty
Might pop corn cah my team’s unruly
Bare badmana move Shy like Snoochie (Snoochie)
Them man there better follow my orders
Run a man down like Sloth in Goonies (Hey, you guys)
I send a man hot shots just like shoot it, shoot it
Them man are sleeping, snoozing, snoozing
Us man are winning, not losing

[Verse 4: Jme]
Somebody tell these ediats with two hundred pound belts and shiny trainers (Please)
Stop tryna imitate guys on road, you cannot buy G status (Trust)
Give a shit what garms you cop (No), don’t give a shit what crap you drop (What?)
Waste of money and time, please stop (Trust)
You cannot buy gangster from shop
Bare logos, bare designers
You lot are looking like F1 drivers (Trust)
Even tryna chat like man
Hate when I hear pricks misuse slang
Man are tryna get out the hood but, you were never there so you’re tryna get in (What?)
Backwards ting (What?), cool
Make sure your hood’s up when it starts raining (Serious)

[Chorus: Skepta]
Yeah, we did young and stupid
Now I do grown and sexy
I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag’s empty
No need to pretend
I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no skeng
Talk about gangster, I was like, “When?”
Brudda, you love lie
Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride
Tough guy
Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
You’re just lyin’ to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind