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[Chorus]
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

[Verse 1]
You’d better watch out
You’d better not cry
You’d better not pout
I’m telling you why

[Chorus]
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

[Verse 2]
He’s making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice

[Chorus]
Santa Claus is comin’ to town, oh yeah
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

[Bridge]
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
(Be good for goodness sake)

[Verse 3]
Oh, you’d better watch out (Watch out)
You’d better not cry (Woo hoo)
Better not pout
I’m telling you why

[Chorus]
Oh! Santa Claus is comin’ to town, oh yeah
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town (Woo hoo)
(Woo hoo…woo hoo)
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

[Verse 4]
Little tin horns, and little toy drums
Rooty-toot-toot, and rump-a-tum-tums
Curly-haired dolls, that tootle and coo
Elephants, boats, and kiddie cars too

[Chorus]
Oh! Santa Claus is comin’ to town, oh yeah
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
One more time now
Santa Claus is comin’ to town, oh yeah
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Remix! Uh huh (oh baby)
Diplomats, holla
Cash Money, huh, nothin’

[Verse 1: Cam’ron (TQ)]
When Cam saw the (girl) look at her shoes (girl)
Look at her purse (girl) all I said was (oh girl)
Look mami I’m no good, I’m so hood
You know my potential
But for you I might change my whole schedule
We’ll go shoppin’, coppin’, sweat suit juicy
Jeans theory, I don’t sweat no hoochie
I want the (girl) so she gave me the (girl)
Now I’m screamin’ out (girl, girl, girl, girl)
Huh, holla…

[Verse 2: Birdman (TQ)]
Hey, hey
See I mink my (girl) I thank for my (girl)
Than this yo (world) cause you the Bird (girl)
Mami I whip my (girl) spend chips with my (girl)
Hit the mall then girls spend chips with my cliques
See I platinum my (girl) satin sheets my (girl)
See I Gucci my (girl) chinchilla my (my girl)
Well it’s the Birdman (girl) see ya tomorrow night (girl)
Diplomat, Roc-A-Fella, too much money for ya, yeah

[Verse 3: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Well pardon me (girl) but I’m tryin’ to slide (girl)
Get drunk and high (girl) and not just the minimal
Ma you dealin’ with some criminals
And we always wear heaters
Them wife beaters and icy white speakers
Plus, I like (girl) that only like (girl)
That don’t make ’em dike (girl) but that make ’em my (oh girl)
Ooh, I can’t believe what I said
You won’t believe what I said
Until I have to catch 3 in the bed, holla

[Verse 4: Birdman (TQ)]
I love the Miami (girl) them N-Y (girl)
Them L.A. (girl) and them New Orleans (oh girl)
See them Boston (girl) and them D type (girl)
A-T-L, pimp, let’s get money girl
I like them Benzes (girl) them Lexus (girl)
Cadillacs nice (girl) Smith & Wesson my (oh girl)
Big coupe for the (girl) Lexus dupe for the (girl)
Get a Benz with them bubble eye lens for my (girl)

[Verse 5: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Killa, Killa, Killa
What about them Chi-town (girl) and them Harlem World (girl)
And them H-Town (girl) and them Seattle (oh girl)
It’s the Birdman (girl) and the Byrd Gang (girl)
Be prepared for brain, then you can wear the chain (my girl)
A thousand grams you carryin’, B
This way I can see if you can carry a ki
I’m from the valet, carried the key to carry a V
Married a G, now you carryin’ me (don’t play yourself)
C’mon (girl) go on now (girl)
And so on, and so on, and so on now (oh girl)
Relax, relate, release just chief
And you’ll be at peace, that’s how I reached my (girl)

[Verse 6: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Well let me talk to the (girl) cause if she walk about my way dogs
I got no choice but talk to the (oh girl)
For every (girl) in the ghetto that get some change
Cop a pair of stilettos and do they hair and look special (oh girl)
I’m in love with ya gangsta
But trust me girl, you gon’ be in love with this gangsta
So I’m lookin’ for the (girl)
So I can hook up with the (girl, girl, girl, girl)
And them brains have me screamin’ out “girl!”

[Verse 7: Birdman (TQ)]
Hey, hey, hey
See I Louie my (girl) bought rims for my (girl)
Bought tires for my (girl) new lens for my (oh girl)
Cartiers for my (girl) then I braided my (girl)
6 drop-top coupe no kit on the
See I lifted my (girl) car chauffeur my (girl)
Two-seater my (girl) new Beamer my (oh girl)
And then I flip my (girl) then I dip my (girl)
Me and Cam hit the block in them (girl girl girl)

[Verse 8: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Fuck the talkin’, not too much that the Jones can say
But baby girl are you goin my way, listen (girl)
Let’s get missin’ (girl)
I’ma hit you with the keys and I’ll let you whip it
Not to be so cocky and rude
My chains are platinum, my rocks they are huge (oh girl)
So, let ya thong be showed and ya top you can lose
And come cruise in the drop with no shoes

[Verse 9: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Killa, Killa
What about boricua (girl) Dominicana (girl)
My black miss (girl) my Saks Fifth (oh girl)
My crack flip (girl) my wrap wrist (girl)
Don’t act shit, don’t take jack shit
My stylin V (girl) my island V (girl)
My seven jeans (girl) it’s a f’in’ mean world (oh girl)
But it’s the boy, that flip the (girl)
So after I flip the girls, get back at the boy, Killa (yeaaah)

[Outro: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Uh huh, it’s nothin’ man
Cash Money, Diplomats, TQ, Jim Jones (oh girl, oooh yeah)
Baby, Killa the Don… (yeaaah)
You know, you know hoe money is slow money but it’s sho’ money
Harlem, New Orleans
It’s nothin’ man, Santana, Freekey (oh girl, yeah, yeah)
Weezy I see’s you man, holla

[Outro: Birdman]
Roc-A-Fella, we get money pimp
You understand, Weezy Weezy baby
Holla at yo’ boy! You know?
Let’s get the chop cross the chips and get the bricks with them…
C’mon, let’s get money pimp
Wooo! T-Qeezy my baby!
You know? I’m lookin’ for a girl, you understand
That can break me off and give me somethin’ lovely, HOLLA!

[Intro: Charlie Puth]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1: Charlie Puth]
What you thinking?
You think that you could be better off with somebody new
(No oh, oh baby, no)
You say you’re leaving
Well if you wanna leave there ain’t nobody stopping you
(No oh, oh baby, no)

[Pre-Chorus: Charlie Puth]
I won’t beg for your love
Won’t say please
I won’t fall to the ground on my knees
You know I’ve given this everything
Baby honestly, baby honestly

[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
I lie for you baby
I die for you baby
Cry for you baby
But tell me what you’ve done for me
For you baby
And only you baby
The things I do baby
But tell me what you’ve done for me

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
I never cheated
Deleted everyone cause they made you uncomfortable
(No oh, oh baby, no)
These accusations
I can’t apologize for something that I didn’t do
(No oh, oh baby, no)

[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani & Charlie Puth]
I won’t beg for your love
Won’t say please (Oh no, won’t say please)
I won’t fall to the ground on my knees (on my knees)
You know I’ve given this everything
Baby honestly, (baby honestly), baby honestly

[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
I lie for you baby
I die for you baby
Cry for you baby
But tell me what you’ve done for me
For you baby
And only you baby
The things I do baby
But tell me what you’ve done for me

[Post-Chorus: Charlie Puth]
(Tell me what you’ve done for me)
Oh, tell me what you’ve done for me
(Tell me what you’ve done for me)
Tell me what you’ve done for me

[Bridge: Charlie Puth]
Oh—
You know I given this everything
Baby honestly
Tell me what you’ve done for me

[Chorus: Charlie Puth & Kehlani]
I lie for you baby
I die for you baby
Cry for you baby
But tell me what you’ve done for me
For you baby
And only you baby
The things I do baby
But tell me what you’ve done for me

[Outro: Charlie Puth]
(Tell me what you’ve done for me)
But tell me what you’ve done for me
(Tell me what you’ve done for me)
But tell me what you’ve done for me

[Intro: CNCO, Icon Music]
Oahh, oahh
I-I-Icon, Icon, Icon
Mhmm

[Pre-coro]
Bonita hoy te veo a las tres
No te imaginas lo que siento
Voy a tenerte más cerca
Quédate, baby, quiero verte
¿Por qué no te quedas hasta mañana?
Si cuando te vas queda encendida la llama
Quédate, baby, quiero verte

[Coro]
Nena que bonita te ves
Cuándo a mí tú me miras, bebé
¿Por qué no te invito otra vez?
Para darte un beso como ayer

Nena que bonita te ves
Cuándo a mí tú me miras, bebé
¿Por qué no te invito otra vez?
Para darte un beso como ayer

[Verso 1]
Me encanta la forma en la que te ves
Como cien problema’ bajo tu estrés
Cierra los ojos, cuenta un, dos, tres
¿Cuánto llevo esperándote?
Escuché que dijeron en la calle (-lle)
La vida siempre trae sus problema’ (yeh)
Nunca los escuches, ya tú sabe’ (ya tú sabe’)
Que hoy sólo nos pase to’a esa vaina

[Pre-coro]
Tú estás acercándote
Tienes ganas de mí, lo sé
Dime en dónde, que allí estaré
Pa’ ti, bebé, esperándote

[Coro]
Ne-ne-ne-nena que bonita te ves
Cuándo a mí tú me miras, bebé
¿Por qué no te invito otra vez?
Para darte un beso como ayer

Nena que bonita te ves
Cuándo a mí tú me miras, bebé
¿Por qué no te invito otra vez?
Para darte un beso como ayer

[Puente]
Bonita hoy te veo a las tres (a las tres)
No te imaginas lo que siento (ahh)
Voy a tenerte más cerca
Quédate, baby, quiero verte
¿Por qué no te quedas hasta mañana?
Si cuando te vas queda encendida la llama
Quédate, baby, quiero verte

[Pre-coro]
Tú estás acercándote
Tienes ganas de mí, lo sé
Dime en dónde, que allí estaré
Pa’ ti, bebé, esperándote

Tú estás acercándote
Tienes ganas de mí, lo sé
Dime en dónde, que allí estaré
Pa’ ti, bebé, esperándote

[Coro]
Nena que bonita te ves
Cuándo a mí tú me miras, bebé
¿Por qué no te invito otra vez?
Para darte un beso como ayer

Nena que bonita te ves
Cuándo a mí tú me miras, bebé
¿Por qué no te invito otra vez?
Para darte un beso como ayer

[Outro]
(Como ayer, como ayer)
Bonita, que bien te ves
Te lo dice CNCO
E’ Icon Music
Na-na, na-na
Ah-ah-ahh
Na-na, na-na
Mmm, mmm

ATP

[Verse 1: Yungen]
I pulled up in there like “Yo, nice ass”
What you doin’ ’round my sass
She said “It’s my ends” likewise
Maybe we should go for my ties
I’ma a sucker for some nice ass
(You got some nice ass)
She said “I know your type and your dead tricks
My ex got caught with some dead chicks
I had to send him off” (Wait)
I am nothing like your exes
Fussing tomorrow, I got Netflix
You’re just like this girl I once knew
So it’s gonna take a lot for me to trust you
But when I do, I live alone, you can come through
I need your friends bad, all of them can come too
(Tell ’em come)

[Chorus: Jess Glynne]
If you wanna get up next to me
You don’t have to chase me
If you wanna close, close to me
I won’t fight against it
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind
Come on, lay it up on me
There’s no need to hide, ’cause
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind

[Verse 2: Yungen]
Yea, you Cardi bad
But you got Riri swag
All them CC bags, and them Gigi tags
Yeah, you heard things
But you won’t ever see me mad
Don’t worry, I’m a easy lad
Them broke brothers, they all hatin’ me
But they the ones who pay for me
I got that crazy P
Tell that come around and wait for me (anotha one)
That’s a major key
Yeah she’s rating me
I’m the one they all fear
She’s tryna’ be ride or die of the year
Wanna know where I gone
Tell them that I gone clear
Spend a month’s rent on this [?] clear

[Chorus: Jess Glynne]
If you wanna get up next to me
You don’t have to chase me
If you wanna close, close to me
I won’t fight against it
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind
Come on, lay it up on me
There’s no need to hide, ’cause
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind

[Bridge: Jess Glynne]
I know I don’t make it too easy
Just know I’m good when you’re standing near me
So come a little bit closer
Let’s stop wasting time
Just tell me how you feel, baby
Let me read your mind

[Chorus: Jess Glynne & Yungen]
If you wanna get up next to me
You don’t have to chase me (no, you don’t)
If you wanna close, close to me (get close)
I won’t fight against it
I got it on my mind, my baby (on my mind)
I got it on my mind
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind (on my mind)
Come on, lay it up on me
There’s no need to hide, ’cause (there’s no need to hide)
I got it on my mind, my baby
I got it on my mind

Yungs
Jess Glynne
ATP