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Lyrics Chris Brown – Questions

From the moment you was dancing in the party, pushing all on me
Giving everything, you’re giving everything tonight
And if you thought you could get away from me and get away from me
Girl, just take your time (time, time)
You’re coming home with me tonight.(questions)

Girl, I got a question for ya
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got a question for ya
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

She only love me ’cause I’m dangerous (dangerous, oh yeah)
That pum pum something like angel dust (angel dust, some’)
Girl, let me hold ya, put mi ting all around ya
Make me feel like I own ya, kill the poon like a warrior, get that pum like.

Girl, I got a question for ya (I got)
Can I get an answer? (An answer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got a question for ya (girl, I got)
Can I get an answer? (Can I get an answer?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let me hold you
Come caress my body
You got me going crazy
You turn me on, turn me on
Baby, let me love you
Versuri-lyrics.info
Put your arms around me
You got me going crazy
You turn me on, turn me on, yeah.

Girl, I got a question for ya
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Girl, I got a question for ya (oh)
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.
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Lyrics Asap Mob – Feels so good

I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
f*ck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw blauw)
We smoked out my b*tch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
f*ck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ring.(feels so good)

My diamond’s shining, yours cloudy
Diamond’s ice, play hockey
Lean got me feeling drowsy
Stripper b*tch, she work at Follies
Meet me at the hotel lobby
Air Max, running to the money
You ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me
And I’m gon’ die bout it.

(Focus) From demons, distractions, rollies, reactions, or fame
She probably collapsing her heart over ..
I’m blowing a kiss on the way
Production big, can’t fit on a stage
Too many fans to fit in the crowd
Too many bands to get them on stage
Screwin’ his band, his rhythm on stage
I say in advance so pay in advance
I’m way too advanced to figure him out
I set the bar, don’t give them a break
The bar’s too high to give it a raise
A flow like God so give him a raise
Stones I got I get ’em appraised
Draw my Glock and get him erased
Slow you, God, I give it away.

I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
F*ck out my face versuri-lyrics.info
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank.

Niggarache, new Versace
Sippin sake with my posse
Eat that p***y like hibachi
Leave it wet, that dick Dasani
Salvador Dalí her body
It’s a work of art, you copy?
Nigga, all she do pilates
I go hard, you rappers copy.

Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew.

Niggarache, new Versace
I be mobbin’ with my posse
Stretch that coochie like pilates
I’m gon’ eat it like hibachi
Play no game, no Tamagotchi
Finger froze like Liberace
f*ck that b*tch, I make her knot me
While I rep Trilluminati.

Pally Pal, butter soft, we was in them lobbies
Holla, holla, steady mobbing, only God can stop me
Dolla signs a lot of diamonds, I’m about to sign me
Cop a tommy, yeah the tommy, thousand bands like Fauni
All in the forest, hey, lookin’ for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage
Fresh with the chorus, dressed like a tourist, hey
That’s with the bomber, f*ck up some commas, hey
Glock for the drama
Do what I want, f*ck when I wanna.

Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew.

(Niggarache)
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
(Niggarache)
f*ck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw blauw)
We smoked out my b*tch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
f*ck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ringgg.
Asap Mob lyrics
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Lyrics Brockhampton – Junky

I spit my heart out, lookin’ out for my best interests
He gave me good head, peepin’ out while the windows tinted
I speak in tongues, and I arrive without a damn mention
It’s kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and
1999 the only year that I remember
I slip through the cracks without havin’ a damn temper
I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin’
I say s**t when I rap and y’all niggas barely listen
I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets ’cause I’m ashamed of being a f*ckin’ Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the f*ck she ain’t listen?
I signed a pub deal and her opinion f*ckin’ disappearin’
I’m payin’ bills for my sister and tryna f**d her business
Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?
You know, like closet niggas, masc-type
Why don’t you take that mask off? That’s the thought I had last night
Why you always rap about bein’ gay?
‘Cause not enough niggas rappin’ be gay
Where I come from niggas get called “faggot” and killed
So I’ma get head from a nigga right here
And they can come and cut my hand off and
And my legs off and
And I’ma still be a boss ’til my head go, yeahhh.(junky)

Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack inside
Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack inside
Friendly, friendly, friendly steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack, crack, crack
Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack.

I don’t trust nobody ’cause they don’t deserve it
Niggas run in your house, they know you doin’ dirty
I got my hand on an ounce so now I got money servin’
I just bought me a fifth and now I’m speedin’, swervin’
I took a eight of them shrooms and now I’m hearin’ voices
I took like two of them pills, I can’t remember nothing
I ain’t under control, I’m losing motor function
I need a intervention, I need an exorcism
I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction
It’s very scary, my momma don’t even recognise me
I’m goin’ crazy, don’t need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation, I’m on an empty stomach
So f*ck the consequences, I ain’t runnin’ from them.

Feelin’ like a goner
Put my life in locker
Hotbox in the Hummer
Hotbox in the summer
If I had the option, I would do it all again
If I had the option, I would do it all again
I just wanna feel like I did the right program
I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel I do nothing but diplomas
Love is going, bet you didn’t do it by your lonesome
So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number
They see men dream, they see men fallin’
But in my dreams, I’m smashing on a lana.

Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings
We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom’s no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows
Love her to death and soon enough I’ll give back all I borrowed
Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded
This hate-fueled love, we don’t fake it, no giving, just taking.

I took some steps to be a bigger person
I should’ve thrown ya off the highway to cause swerving
Ain’t no burden, ain’t no sermon, ain’t no motherf*ckin’ black
I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that
I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike versuri-lyrics.info
But don’t treat lady right, but they be sayin’ like “just the tip”
And, yeah, you mad ’cause she ain’t f*ck, mad ’cause she ain’t suck
Beat your a*s before you got time to say “why not?”
Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind
Time to not f*ck up, thought you were just lucked up
Where the respect? Is your a*s human?
I look you in your eyes, say “f*ck you, are you f*ckin’ stupid?”
Respect my mother, ‘spect my sister, ‘spect these women, boy
I get my 99, I don’t own one, hit the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off
Better hope the range off
Better hope my tame off
Before I blow your brains off, boy.(junky)

Uh, no hands with the stunts
Jump off the roof like I do what I want
All of my life I’ma pass with no harm
And I’m sad that my future beginning
And top my ambition
Then I’m alone in my room, I ain’t trippin’
I’m on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain’t skippin’
Turn my inspiration to a vision, that’s a given
I’m slippinnn’.(junky)
Brockhampton lyrics
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BABYFACE
Just My Luck Lyrics

So many times
You said we’d be together
What does it take
To get you close to me
So many times
You said things would get better
But time after time
You failed to convince me (ooh, baby)

And now you’re tellin’ me
It’s all in the past
How can you be sure
It’s gonna last
Say you wanna be with me
And that you’re comin’ to me right now
I want to believe (want to)
I want to believe (need to)
I almost think I can believe

Just my luck
You’ll get caught up in the rain
But that’s the last time
That you’ll come my way again
Just my luck
You’ll get caught up in the rain
But that’s the last time
That you’ll come my way again

So many times you said
That you would never
Never take your love away from me
But girl, you know sometimes
You’re like the weather
You brighten my day
And then you rain on me

HOOK

HOOK repeat to fade

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