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BEBE REXHA
Comfortable Lyrics

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful?
I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

TROY AVE
Everything Lyrics (feat. Pusha T)

Uh
Dope boy swag to the max on ’em
Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on ’em
Money ain’t a thing but a quick meet
Nigga murder ain’t a thing but a hip reach
BK nigga and I’ve been what’s up
Word to my mother I don’t give a f**k
Like a fronting ho
I ain’t fronting though
I ain’t gotta make a call I just dump and go
Fast lane living shit I’m in the streets
And you can feel that when I get a beat
D-town raps you can see my sheet
I’ve been toting gats since I had the peach
Fuzz lit, thug shit
New York City crack house drug shit
That’s what the f**k I’m representing
30 cash for the cross what the f**k am I repenting nigga?

Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín
I’m all good wearing heavy bling
Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything.

Uh
Dope boy swag to the max on ’em
Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on ’em

Money ain’t a thing but a quick meet
Nigga murder ain’t a thing but a hip reach
BK nigga and I’ve been what’s up
Word to my mother I don’t give a f**k
Like a fronting ho
I ain’t fronting though
I ain’t gotta make a call I just dump and go
Fast lane living shit I’m in the streets
And you can feel that when I get a beat
D-town raps you can see my sheet
I’ve been toting gats since I had the peach
Fuzz lit, thug shit
New York City crack house drug shit
That’s what the f**k I’m representing
30 cash for the cross what the f**k am I repenting nigga?

Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín

I’m all good wearing heavy bling
Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything.

Niggas who ain’t selling no records look defeated

No shades on in the club, clothes repeated
Since ’02 I told you I ain’t need it
Billie Jean step on the square tell you to Beat It
Bricks in my backpack, scale and the black mac
Niggas don’t talk on the phone, they can tap that
Unwrap raw, ice a tall mix
Once it shrink, wrap, mummify bricks
100 thousand dollar car minimums
And they’re candy color coated like an m&m
Came with the bleach blonde bitch who love’s eminem
And a tan on her skin like a Timberland
Everything nigga I got everything
Money cash hoes that’s my everything
Niggas talking like they heavy slang
We get it straight from the Medellín.

Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín
I’m all good wearing heavy bling
Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything.

BING CROSBY
Temptation Lyrics

You came I was alone
I should have known
Your temptations

You smile gloring me on
My heart was gone
Your temptations

It would be thrilling
If you were willing
If you can never be

If you be on your born to be kissed
I can’t resist your temptations
And I am yours here is my heart

Take it and say we’ll never part
I’m just a slave only a slave for
Your temptations

For your born to be kissed
I can’t resist your temptations
And I am yours, here is my heart

Take it and say we’ll never part
I’m just a slave only a slave for
Your temptations

SZA
The Weekend Lyrics

You say you got a girl
And now you want me
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin’ is wreckless
Of knowin’ you’re selfish
Knowin’ I’m desperate
Gettin’ all in your love
Fallin’ all over love, like
Do it to last, last
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin’ home?
Is you out with her?
I don’t care long as you here by 10: 30
No later than, drop them drawers
Give me what I want

My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Her, that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You’ll take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

I gotta say I’m in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean I’m saying what kind of deal is two days?
I need me at least ’bout four of them
More of them, more of you on me
On us, just tell me you want me, yeah
Monday and I’ll be at your door
Ready to take her place
Ready to give you
What you’ve been missin’ on weekdays
What you’ve been waitin’ for
10: 30, no later than
Drop them drawers, I know what you want

My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Her, that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You’ll take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas

HOCICO
3… 2… 1… Lyrics

See my lips and read them 3… 2… 1…
They say these are the last sounds my mouth will say

Look around and count down 3… 2… 1…
Explode
There’s no way to avoid it
We’ll blow up

Everything will die when you hear the sound

You contaminate me
The countdown starts here
We’re living in dreams
‘Cause the end’s near
You contaminate me
Keep your hands off me
We’re living in dreams
Because the end’s near

The end of time’s here
Count down and cry
Give your mom a goodbye kiss
A one you will always miss

You contaminate me
The countdown starts here
We’re living in dreams
‘Cause the end’s near
You contaminate me
Keep your hands off me
We’re living in dreams
Because the end’s near

You contaminate me
The countdown starts here
We’re living in dreams
‘Cause the end’s near
You contaminate me
Keep your hands off me
We’re living in dreams
Because the end’s near