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[Intro]
Bongo by the way

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You don’t trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, I’m that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but I’ma get it though
She say she ain’t that type of girl, she sendin’ pictures though
She get naked on the Snap ’cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec’ and I said, “Bring it here”
See the way that I’ma fuck you, you ain’t ever did
I’ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain’t ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I’m hopin’ you there ’cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don’t fuck with me like that
So in return I don’t fuck with ’em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But I’m only fuckin’ you, what you goin’ through?
Now you mad, textin’ in all caps
Like I just didn’t put my kids on your back

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, I
You don’t trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m so gone off your love, I’m so gone
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (aw yeah)
I’m so gone off your love and you know
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (I’m so gone)
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let’s go, ayy)
I wanna see your boobs [?] some [?]
Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?]
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin’
Ain’t a thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin’, 800 in a bag, you ain’t worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin’? (She workin’)
No climax from your man? He ain’t worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she’s mine

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Jeremih]
Hell yes
Her body talkin’ to a nigga, say less
I’m fuckin’ up her weave, need a hair net
I’ma put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestro’s
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that it’s the last stroke

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Intro]
I’ve been burning
Yes, I’ve been burning
Such a burden
This flame on my chest
No insurance to pay for the damage
Yeah, I’ve been burning up since you left

[Verse 1]
I’ve been smoking, oh
More than twenty a day
Blame it on rebellion
Don’t blame it on me
Wish I was younger
Back to the nineteenth of May
I had an open mind
Swore to never change

[Pre-Chorus]
Funny how time goes by
Had respect for myself
That river ran dry
You reached the limit
I wasn’t enough
It’s like the fire replaced all the love

[Chorus]
I’ve been burning
Yes, I’ve been burning
Such a burden
This flame on my chest
No insurance to pay for the damage
Yeah, I’ve been burning up since you left

[Verse 2]
Oh, have you ever called
I will burst straight back
Give you my forgiveness
And the shirt off my back
No friends to turn to
Yeah, I messed up that
Wish we could smoke again
Just for a day, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Funny how time goes by
Had respect for myself
That river ran dry
You reached the limit
I wasn’t enough
And it’s like the fire replaced all the love

[Chorus]
I’ve been burning
Yes, I’ve been burning
Such a burden
This flame on my chest
No insurance to pay for the damage
Yeah, I’ve been burning up since you left

[Outro]
Yeah, I’ve been burning up since you left
Oh, I’ve been burning up since you left

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide
With the beautiful, sexy, sophisticated Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
I already seen mama need a TLC
Sí, and I ain’t too proud to beg just like TLC
I got a good head on my shoulders if you know what I mean
That’s when I called her over and told her “Mami ven aqui”
¿De dónde eres, cuál es tu nombre?
¿Tienes novia, o buscas hombre?
Por favor, disculpa todas las preguntas
Que lo único que quiero es un besito en la punta, pretty, please

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren & (Pitbull)]
Said, please, mama said be polite (dame un besito, mami)
Said, please, solo quieres sanar

[Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
I’ll do anything if you say por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
Yeah, I like the way it sounds, [?]
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Ella me dijo “Número uno, mi nombre es Johanna”
¿Y de qué punta tu hablas? Punta Cana
No mama, de la punta de mi nariz
Yo me pillo un french kiss, en la punta de París
Estoy loco, y un poco suelto
Coco quemao’, y un poco fresco
Pero dame un besito en la punta, por favor
Mami, me lo merezco, pretty please

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren & (Pitbull)]
Said, please, mama said be polite (dame un besito, mami)
Said, please, solo quieres sanar

[Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
I’ll do anything if you say por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
Yeah, I like the way it sounds, [?]
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Bridge: Pitbull & (Lauren)]
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿que tú quieres?)
Mami, dame besos, rico
Mami, dame eso, sexy (mmm)
Mami, dame besos, rico (¿que tú quieres?)
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿eso?)
Mami, dame besos, rico
Mami, dame eso, sexy
Mami, dame besos, rico

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren & Ally]
Said, please, mama said be polite (Tell me, if you tell me)
Said, please, solo quieres sanar (If you want this tonight)

[Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
I’ll do anything if you say por favor (I’ll do anything)
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
Yeah, I like the way it sounds, [?]
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor
I’ll do anything if you say por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
Yeah, I like the way it sounds, [?]
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Outro: Pitbull]
Ven mamita, pa’ dártelo
Despacito, suavesito, rico
Como arroz con huevo frito
Por favor

Ty Dolla Sign with “Stare” ft. Pharrell and Wiz Khalifa.

Stare lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t

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[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Below are the complete “Don’t Sleep On Me” lyrics by Ty Dolla Sign displayed. These lyrics were added 27 minutes ago.

Don’t Sleep On Me lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, don’t creep on me
Ay, got my piece on me
Ay, and you know I’m crazy
Crazy of you
Out of my mind, ain’t no telling what I’d do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switching up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
Remember when you f*cked me in the beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only asked you once
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did her own sh*t for her, what everybody does
We was geeking off the Molly at the festival
Now I’m in the booty club, throwin’ all the ones

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[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some new juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebratin’ on curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
She’s 6’3″ when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you [?]
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jelous bitches be despising me
What does f*ck they from?
Who hidin’?
Fuck them niggas, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang [?]
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
NoDoz, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Pendants, bracelets, diamond chains, got you going off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to f*ck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket, cost me 54 hunnid
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I f*ck with him
You workin’, I seen you, I’m next, you hear
Don’t sleep on me, that’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do