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[Verse: Trinidad James]
Issues happen just like every day
Bitches want a bigger pay
Never been a tricking type of nigga so baby girl you gone have to wait
Baby girl you going to have to wait [x2]
Wait to get your hair did
Wait to get you them titties done
Buy the bitch a brand new car
Grateful bitch want another one
I, not the nigga bitch watch how you talk to me
I’m not the nigga
If we not fucking or texting please do not bother me
My hair to long to go for that
My dick to good to go for that
They made me ask a bitch to ask a bitch who the fuck you barking at (Woof!)
All my bitches forking at
Pussy Snatcher biting back
She is known to get you for your cash
Then she get you for your cash
Trinidad a wicked man
Wikipedia next to dad
In the dictionary next to PIMP!
Encyclopedia by God!
Get that nigga out your momma crib
Go in stiffing your momma’s ribs
Giving Giving her the Boom Boom right in front of all your momma kids
She give Back to me Boom Boom Boomshakalaka on a nigga dick
Rollie screaming out how you doing
Pinky ring screaming Hallelujah
Yeezy cost a couple thousand couldn’t fit em but a nigga just had to do it
Who the fuck you think I am [x2]
A scary nigga, scary nigga
Where the fuck you think I’m from
T&T to ATL
I got the key to give em hell
Its the deacon church ring the bells
Bring my Lucci wish me well
Hope you make it, hope you fail
Hope you need em, Hope you beg
Hope you never go Wayyy up! on a nigga
Hope a nigga get Sprayyed up or they get em
Cause all these niggas snitching mane
And all the bitches too
And all these lame niggas cool now
Cause the tax scam came through
And all these bitches popping now
Cause they ass shots got em cute
I ain’t sucking with none of you niggas
I ain’t dealing with none of you bitches
Stop expecting shit, respect my shit
Disrespect my shit, I split your shit
Go to jail pay the bail
Get back out a realer nigga
And an OG tricked with Louis Gloves
Dabbing at your hoe
On my move in the living room, baby daddy at the door
Bust a nut out the back door he ain’t even know it
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Dad! Dad!)
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Damn! Dad!)

KATE EARL
Officer Lyrics

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads
Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over
Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank in his pajamas
I only got ten dollars

I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It’s been a long road and I feel awful
I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all

She has company and I’ve walked into the wrong room
So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water
A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her
My admiration forces me to leave her

She asks me to stay but I’ve outgrown her, so I’m
Back in my car and I get pulled over

I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It’s been a long road and I feel awful
I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all

With a warning I check my wipers and defog
I notice my mind is on the floor
But I must move onward

So I pick a song and I sing along
While lofty dreams dance on and on
Over a place I’ll live forever

I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It’s been a long road and I feel awful
I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that’s all, that’s all

I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It’s been a long road and everything’s awkward
I’m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all

KATHARINE MCPHEE
I Know What Boys Like Lyrics

La la la la
Hey hey hey
Where my zetas at?
Where my zetas at?
Where my, where my, where my zetas at?
Hands up now
Push it up now
Where my zetas at?
Where my zetas at?
Where my, where my, where my zetas at?
Hands up now
Push it up now

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I got what boys like
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
But I know what I want

I know what boys like
They like to mess around
I laugh and tease them
They wanna know what I’m about

I know what boys like
I tell them so what? (so what)
It doesn’t matter
You’re gonna have to be smart

Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t that hard to see
I know you’re feelin’ me
Baby, I really wantcha

Oh, oh, oh
Don’t take it personal
Been down that road before
Had to switch it up cause

I know what boys like
I know what guys want (what guys want)
I know what boys like
I got what boys like (I know what they like)
I know what boys like (boys like)
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
But I know what I want

La la la la
What they li-like, li-like, li-like

I know what boys like
Cute smiles and heels high
Attempt the “hello”
While I say “bye bye”

I know they want me
They try to fake it
But they just end up
Intimidated

Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t that hard to see
I know you’re feelin’ me
I really wantcha

Oh, oh, oh (oh yeah)
Don’t take it personal
Been down that road before
Had to switch it up cause

I know what boys like (boys like)
I know what guys want (guys want)
I know what boys like (hey)
I got what boys like (I know what they like)
I know what boys like (I know)
I know what guys want (hey)
I know what boys like (I know what they want, they want, they want)
But I know what I want

If I think you get me
I might let you
Unconditionally, yeah
I might let you
If you’re on my level
I might let you
And baby, if I think you’re special
I might let you

Hey hey hey
Where my zetas at?
Where my zetas at?
Where my, where my, where my zetas at?
Say, that’s what they want want
That’s what they want want
Where my zetas at?
Where my zetas at?
Where my, where my, where my zetas at?
Say, that’s what they want want
That’s what they want want

Now everytime I come up in the spot I’m with my zetas (yeah)
A peace out to the fellas and reverse it for the haters
Slickety slick, bam boom whack
Look at how hot my ladies are now
We ain’t messing with you fools
We ain’t playin’ with you clowns

Now this bum baby’s the one to thank
Help us rise to the top of the social ranks
The lost little bunny changes for the better
Now she’s part of the Zeta family forever

So, back, back, back it on up
Back it, back it, back, back it on up
Back, back, back it on up
Now I realize that

I know what boys like
I know what guys what (what they want)
I know what boys like (boys like)
I got what boys like (I know what they want)
I know what boy like (I know)
I know what guys want
I know what boys like (I know what they want, they want, they want)
But I know what I want

IWAN FALS
Dimana Lyrics

Sempat aku goyah, sekejap terjatuh
Di dalam arungi perjalanan
Pada kelam hari akupun bersujud
Nikmati semuanya tanpa tanya

Kucoba selami dalamnya samudera
Ikuti gelombang terjang karang
Tetap tak kudapat apa yang kumau
Hanya bimbang yang singgah dera jiwa
Cakar hati penat semakin selimuti

Dimana senyummu yang sanggup memberi rasa damai
Dimana senyummu yang hangatkan nadiku yang beku

Hampir ku tak kuat, hampir ku tak mampu
Lewati jalan kering berdebu
Dahaga meronta, letihku menggila
Namun jarak masihlah teramat jauh

Batinku terapung, bosanku melangkah
Engkau tetap saja tak bergeming
Otakku berderak, lontarkan kecewa
Tak mau percaya yang kau janjikan

Pada waktu detak jantung semakin lemah

Dimana senyummu yang sanggup memberi rasa damai
Dimana senyummu yang hangatkan nadiku yang beku

Setetes air yang kau beri kan berarti bagiku
Seulas senyum di sisa hari kan berarti bagiku

Lyrics to ‘Gunfiyah’ by Dr. Dre:

–Verse 1: Dr. Dre–
Now will there ever be a day that my niggas won’t ride for me? For me?
Nah, nah, nah
And will there ever be a day that your bitch won’t slide with me? Homie?
Nah, nah, nah
And will it ever be a day that your hands ain’t up when a nigga on stage
I been rollin’ up haze in the studio for days just to work for a wage
Now I’m on, fuckin’ paid in this mothafucka
Who got a hit just like this? And got heart and rich like this?
Never failed, 20 years and he still got grip like this
And got kids with a super hot bitch like this
You spendin’ time tryna get like this
I wrote a script like this, I’m on some shit like…
I’m at home on the track, nigga, this my shit
Try to spit my clip, you might get hit and divided

–Refrain: Dr. Dre–
Uh, kill shit, I’ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

–Chorus–
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys
Them say they waan ride, mi say, “Pussy, please”
Pussy boy never worried me
[?] hundred streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I walk with weed

–Refrain: Dr. Dre–
Uh, kill shit, I’ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

–Verse 2: Dr. Dre–
How you spell C.E.O.? D.R.E
What a nigga dream he could try to be
Uh, even though I’m from a place where
Niggas got TECs, don’t mean technology
Grew up ’round Blood niggas, real camaraderie
Plus Crip niggas on the other side of me
But I’m the only nigga that I ever tried to be
Winner never sins, you know these niggas tired of me
Not to it if you want crap shootin’ in your home
Where a nigga came from, my life changed
‘Cause a nigga made hits while my homies flipped bricks
Lot of them ain’t here, can’t complain
Tried to survive 9 to the 5
You ain’t alive if you ain’t not willin’ to die
The lower the low, the higher the high
Do or you don’t, you fall or you fly
I mean you ride or die, nigga

–Refrain: Dr. Dre–
Uh, kill shit, I’ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

–Chorus–
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys
Them say they waan ride, mi say, “Pussy, please”
Pussy boy never worried me
[?] hundred streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I walk with weed