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ALLURE
The Shore (wanna Be Your Lady) Lyrics

[Alia]
It was a summer night by the shore
We watched the sun rise
Who could ask for more
That’s when I knew it had to be you
Then things changed
Was it to blame

[Lalisha]
The way I feel I can’t describe
Do I wanna live
Or lay down and die
It’s killing me
All the pain, the pain baby

[Chorus]
I’m feelin’ sexy, crazy, I wanna be your lady
Furious, serious, love is so misterious
Toss and turn all night
Can’t figure out why we fight
I’m feelin’ shot, why did you make me cry
City lights, pretty bright
Wonderin’ can I fly tonight
All alone by the phone
Knowin’ that our love is gone

[Akissa]
Who would of thought that I
Would give myself to someone like you
We found that special place
Nothin’ and no one could ever erase
I gave my all to you
You were my reason for living
How could you take that away

[Chorus]

[Lalisha]
Remember that summer night
As we watched the night fall
You releasing me a love
I never felt before
No child to call my mommy
No one to need me
No one to call my all
I can’t go on

[Chorus]

PACIFICADORES
Agradecer Lyrics

Só tenho agradecer de todo dia ver, esse sol nascer
só tenho agradecer de ter saúde e simplesmente poder viver

Só tenho agradecer de todo dia ver, esse sol nascer
só tenho agradecer de ter saúde e simplesmente poder viver

Esse dia de hoje se prolongue por muito mais anos que a tristeza de ontem caia no esquecimento

Esse dia de hoje se prolongue por muito mais anos que a tristeza de ontem se vá, se vá, se vá

Pensei, parei um pouco só pra agradecer por tudo na vida que Deus me deu de bom pois hoje valorizo cada amanhecer

Vi que meus inimigos foram provação a vida nos trás desafios mais esse guerreiro não nega a missão nem pilha, ideias erradas vai me mudar

Só tenho agradecer de todo dia ver, esse sol nascer
só tenho agradecer de ter saúde e simplesmente poder viver

Só tenho agradecer de todo dia ver, esse sol nascer
só tenho agradecer de ter saúde e simplesmente poder viver

Esse dia de hoje se prolongue por muito mais anos que a tristeza de ontem caia no esquecimento

Esse dia de hoje se prolongue por muito mais anos que a tristeza de ontem se vá, se vá, se vá

Agradeço ao pouco que tenho aceite você é daqui Deus disse que pouca conquista somado é pra dividir se não trás nada não soma

se não corre atrás não chega se sonha e não faz nada, vai faltar comida na boca
quero ver os mlk bem
todo ser humano nasceu com o dom
de se levantar do tropeço e ver que vencer nem sempre será bom
vejo arrogância na mente pequena
que olha pra todos de cima quando a hora chegar o fim é sempre igual
Só tenho agradecer de todo dia ver, esse sol nascer
só tenho agradecer de ter saúde e simplesmente poder viver
Só tenho agradecer de todo dia ver, esse sol nascer
só tenho agradecer de ter saúde e simplesmente poder viver
Esse dia de hoje se prolongue por muito mais anos que a tristeza de ontem caia no esquecimento
Esse dia de hoje se prolongue por muito mais anos que a tristeza de ontem se vá, se vá, se vá

KIZZ PALAZZO
Wife Material Lyrics

[Verse]
One word
Perfection
Sparks fly
Electrician
Blinders
Racehorse
Rain pours
Gale force
High stakes
Palazzo
Highlander
Hattori Hanzō
I’m Larry Flynt
Larry Hughes
Larry Bird
Howard Hughes
She got purses
You got baggage
Call the nurses
CC need a bandage
Shopping-spree cause damage
On-point like Dragić
Money talks
Retail her language
She killin’ it
She killin’ it
I’m so serious
Near-death experience
30,000 feet up
Y’all can’t even go through clearance
Liquor got me incoherent
Ex’s flagged for interference
Keep your distance
Lames and drones
Ice Princess
Game of Thrones
Bling Bling Bling
Aristocratic
Wants that ring?
Problematic

LOST FREQUENCIES
Here With You Lyrics (feat. Netsky)

When I saw you for the first time
Days were running by
We were spinning high

I was lost in every message
Collecting all your different pieces
Felt like a secret

When I saw you for the second time
Pain slowly dries
Love lost its pride
Be careful as you leave

And there’s enough of giving
And everybody hurts
And there’s enough of giving
And everybody hurts
And there’s enough of giving
And everybody hurts
And everybody hurts

When I’m here with you
When I’m here with you

When I’m here with you, I feel so confused
When I’m here with you, I
Am falling, falling, I’m crawling back up
When I’m here with you, I

When I’m here with you
When I’m here with you
When I’m here with you

21 SAVAGE
Bank Account Lyrics

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She f**king with bosses and shit (on God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no f**k ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard