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[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

I buy my own things, I pay my own bills
These diamond rings, my automobiles
Everything I got, I bought it
Boys can’t buy my love, buy my love, yeah
I do what I want, say what you say
I work real hard every day.(woman)

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmmmm, yeahhh.

Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac
Girls in the front, boys in the back
Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun.

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmm, yeah.

Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this sh*t, baby, I write this sh*t)
I write my sh*t versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(Don’t touch my weave, baby)
‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
I run this sh*t, baby, I run this sh*t
(‘Cause I run this sh*t, baby, I run this sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this sh*t, baby, I write this sh*t).

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmm, yeahhh.

Vybz Kartel and Don Andre drop a summer dancehall banger “Whine Yuh Waist Suh” last week and we already have the visuals.

With all these music videos being released, Gazanation fans are only growing more hungry for the deejay’s release from prison. “Mi love it when yo whine yo waist so / Mi love it when yo move yo hips so / Whine like a calypso, yo whine like the gal them from Puerto Rico / Mi love it when yo jiggle in it so / Mi love it when yo move yo hips so,” Vybz Kartel deejay over an infectious dancehall beat.

The cut was directed by Niculai Constantinescu and features Don Andre spitting rhymes while some banging females show off their moves around him. The video features some old clips from Vybz Kartel music video “Go Go Wine.”

ARLO GUTHRIE
When A Soldier Makes It Home Lyrics

words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Halfway around the world tonight
In a strange and foreign land
A soldier packs his memories
As he leaves Afghanistan
And back home they don’t know too much
There’s just no way to tell
I guess you had to be there
For to know that war was hell

Chorus:
And there won’t be any victory parades
For those that’s coming back
They’ll fly them in at midnight
And unload the body sacks
And the living will be walking down
A long and lonely road
Because nobody seems to care these days
When a soldier makes it home

They’ll say it wasn’t easy
Just another job well done
As the government in Kabul falls
To the sounds of rebel guns
And the faces of the comrades
Being blown out of the sky
Leaves you bitter with the feeling
That they didn’t have to die

Chorus

Halfway around the world tonight
In a strange and foreign land
A soldier unpacks memories
That he saved from Vietnam
Back home they didn’t know too much
There was just no way to tell
I guess you had to be there
For to know that war was hell

And there wasn’t any big parades
For those that made it back
They flew them in at midnight
And unloaded all the sacks
And the living were left walking down
A long and lonely road
Because nobody seemed to care back then
When a soldier made it home

The night is coming quickly
And the stars are on their way
As I stare into the evening
Looking for the words to say
That I saw the lonely soldier
Just a boy that’s far from home
And I saw that I was just like him
While upon this earth I roam

And there may not be any big parades
If I ever make it back
As I come home under cover
Through a world that can’t keep track
Of the heroes who have fallen
Let alone the ones who won’t
Which is why nobody seems to care
When a soldier makes it home

ALABAMA
All American Lyrics

All Americans

There’s a strip mall round the corner, Lease signs in every window.
And fear in almost all my neighbors’ eyes.
There’s a disconnect between the politicians and the people
We know half the time their gonna lie.
Aren’t we all on the same side?

There’s no us and there’s no them were all out there on a limb.
There’s no Kings and there’s no Queens just a pot of melted dreams
What makes us so quick to fight no one wants to compromise
Sometimes its all so hard to understand. Aren’t we all Americans?

We can’t agree on nothing even as our country’s hanging in the balance by a thread.
There’s bonuses for bosses and bankers hiding losses while our leaders
close their eyes and turn their heads,
aren’t we all on the same side.

What if my sons class was closing down, by brothers house the bank sold out, My father’s farm we could not save. My mother lost her job today
My wife just said tuitions more another year we can’t afford so my Daughters dropping out of school if this was me what would I do?

There’s no us and there’s no them were all out there on a limb.
There’s no Kings and there’s no Queens just a pot of melted dreams
What makes us so quick to fight no one wants to compromise for some time its all so hard to understand. Get back to being neighbors and friends, Aren’t we all Americans.