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LORDE
Supercut Lyrics

In my head, I play a supercut of us
All the magic we gave off
All the love we had and lost

And in my head
The visions never stop
These ribbons wrap me up
But when I reach for you
There’s just a supercut

In your car, the radio up
In your car, the radio up
We keep trying to talk about us
I’m someone you maybe might love
I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch

But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us

So I fall
Into continents and cars
All the stages and the stars
I turn all of it
To just a supercut

‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart, uh

In your car, the radio up
In your car, the radio up
We keep trying to talk about us
Slow motion, I’m watching our love
I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch

But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us

‘Cause in my head
In my head, I do everything right
When you call I’ll forgive and not fight
All the moments I play in the dark
Wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

In my head, I do everything right
In my head, I do everything right

YO GOTTI
Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ f**k it up, f**k it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a f**king cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

COREY HARPER
Favorite Part Of Loving You Lyrics

Now and then we will break the rules
And half the part of this pretend is knowing
We had everything to lose
That’s my favorite part of loving you

Places where we’d rather be, anywhere but there
And you always look better in the dress you’d never wear
So true
That’s my favorite part of looking at you

And always isn’t such a long time and
These hallways take me back to good times and
Half the time you’re telling me I’m crazy and too good to be true
Yeah that’s my favorite part of loving you

Rainy days will come back but only for a minute
The songs that make you laugh were ones I left unfinished
So what’s new

Oh what’s new
What’s new with you
Oh What’s new
Yeah
What’s new with you

Because always isn’t such a long time
And these hallways take me back to good times and
Half the time you’re telling me I’m crazy and too good to be true
Yeah that’s my favorite part of loving you
Yeah
(Yeah that’s my favorite part of loving you)

Now and then we still break the rules
And half the part of my pretend is knowing
We had everything to lose
That’s my favorite part of loving you

ZERO
8 Below Zero Lyrics

(after a first verse, not on the album)
Fifth and MacDougal, crossing the street,
Last rose of summer I happen[ed] to meet
She greeted my face with the back of her hand.
I checked it for blood, made no reprimand
It’s been a long time, I said casually,
She said June 21st, 1983
In a voice with inflections heard in my dreams
A long time ago, not so long as it seems…
“I’ll buy you some coffee,” I said “Come inside.
Tell me who’s living, tell me who’s died,
Whatever happened– what was his name?”
Like all of the rest, he went back where he came.
chorus
Eight below zero, too cold to snow
Eight below zero, nowhere to go
Eight below zero, face to the wind
It must have been written I’d see you again
I asked how it happened she still remained
She laughed without humor, “I’d ask you the same.
You climbed up the ladder, stepped off the top.
You never were someone who knew when to stop.”
“I’ll stop when I’m buried,” I said in reply
And ordered two pieces of blueberry pie.
She picked out the berries, neglected the crust.
“Like you,” she said, “I never knew who to trust”
We never knew when, we never knew how,
Never got cheated, and look at us now.
You’ve got protection, your gamble paid off
But the fact you came back shows it wasn’t enough.
chorus
It’s eight below zero, too cold to snow,
Catching her drift, I made motions to go
But she stuck out her foot. My balance collapsed,
Fell to my knees with my head in her lap.
I made up my mind to leave it right there,
Rightly or wrongly, I didn’t much care.
Familiar perfume from the lap of her dress
Kingdoms have fallen defending much less.
chorus

AZEALIA BANKS
Desperado Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah, you know what it is, it’s Hot 97
My name is Peter Rosenberg, and, uh
We’re gonna get to some new music right now
This is a record called “Desperado”
Okay, by my girl, Azealia Banks
And, I’ve been waiting for Zee Banks
Waiting for Zee Banks
Waiting for Zee Banks

[Verse:]
(Desperado)
Ups and ups, seductive pup
Flux to the dip back up and strut
Ups like a whip with suck like a wind that
F**k can I get that rump and uh
Mutts in tux, deluxe and such
I be in the mirror looking lux and plush
Looks and such, seductive strut
I be aquafizzy all that passion punch
All the fashion’s munch but the fabric’s lush
You don’t get the access, none
Sun em on my axis, son
Hit em with the hazard, hun
Pin em on this satin rump
Em with the cat-red blush
Plus I got the cash in the base every spasm, son
Come get your lips in bum

Print is expensive fun

[Hook 1:]
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado

[Verse 2:]
I be pretty prissy plenty plush and stuff
You be picky pissy penny crush and crunch
Crust and dust, slumped and jumped
Goose is a cut so others not trump
Giddy up, this buck, titty tuck, no such
I be freaky fizzy in the front and up
You be very sissy lady lump b***h rump
Betty Bump this bum, brrr-a bum-bum-bun

[Hook 2:]
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo
Desperado
Hey, yo
Desperado

[Bridge:]
We’re sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed
Please, check the number, and dial again
And dial again
And dial again
And dial again

[Hook 3:]
Desperado
Desperado
Hey, yo
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo
That’s how I do my thing
Desperado
Hey, yo

[Verse 3:]
Hit em with that acid tongue
Venom in that Python Pump
Betty hunt this honey
Eat a huntress
Get amongst this one
If the freaky function fun
I could be the perfect one
Splurging on the purchase, yum
Merging on the purpose one
When the verse is fun, I’ma hearse this
Can’t-can’t rehearse this, none

[Outro:]

Desperado