Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

TIM HAWKINS
Hearts In The Air Lyrics

Girl take my hand
And let all inhibitions go
You and me no regrets tonight
It’s Friday night and I’m feelin’ alright
Clap your hands to the beat now with me
I know this is what you need

This is from me to you
I wanna see you move
You’re running out of time
So get those…

Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it do it

Whooooah it’s how the teen hearts do it

Keep your feet on the ground girl
And I swear that
I’ll never let you down
You and me no regrets tonight
Girl it’s Friday night and I’m feelin’ alright
Clap your hands to the beat now with me
I know this is what you need

This is your last chance
I wanna see you dance
You’re running out of time
So get those…

Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it do it

So keep moving
Keep dancing
You know this wont last forever
In the time it takes for you to let go
This story’s over

Let all your inhibitions go and get those

Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it
Hands in the air whoa whoa
This is how we do it do it

Lyrics Lady Bee – Murder

You’re killing me
When you get too close and you pull away
You’re killing me
When you steal my breath, let me suffocate.(murder)

I know that you see it
When you trace your fingers down my neck
You’re killing me
ohohoh.

My god no
When you gonna let me take you home
I gotta know
When you gonna let me catch you alone
You gotta know
When you trace your fingers down my neck
It’s murder
Ohooohh
And you know it.

You’re to a murder
The way you working harder
You’re to a murdeeer
Ohohoho
It’s murdeeer.

It’s murdeeer.

You’re lethal
When you bite my skin, when you pull away
You’re lethal versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah you’re killing me softly everyday
And I don’t let you feel it
When you trace your fingers down my neck
You’re lethal
Ohohoho
And you know it.

You’re to a murdeeer
The way you working harder
You’re to a murdeeer
Ohohoh
It’s murderrr.
Lady Bee lyrics
Video Lady Bee

Songtexte Sadiq – F*ck den richter 2

Ersguterjunge deutscher Panzer wie ein Leopard
Schüsse auf das LKA, treffsicher wie Benzema
Sieh’ alle zittern fällt der Name Abou-Chaker-Clan
Wir haben hunger aber schlachten erst nach Ramadan
Im Handschuhfach den Ballermann
Sharmutas sind blass vor Angst
Komm’ nach Berlin und küss den Abzug eines Arabers
Schwarz meine Mastercard – Ali Bumaye
Lass die Fotzen reden, bunker’ weiter paar Mios im Safe
Bandenkriminalität, f*ck den Staat und ihr System
Wenn wir kommen fallen Schüsse wie beim Clasico – Madrid
Esse Argentino-Steak im Kennedy Hotel versuri-lyrics.info
Wenn die Gatling auf dich hälst, rennst du wie Messi Lionel
Yeah, der Richter weiss wir sind multikriminell
Es ist Frankfurt und Berlin, f*ck auf Hunde die nur bellen
Der Richter weiss wir sind multikriminell
Es ist Frankfurt und Berlin, f*ck auf Hunde die nur bellen.(f*ck den richter 2)

F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hundert Cousins, die Begleitung im Gerichtsaal
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hungern bis Iftar mit Stoff in der Dsquared
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Per Berebe im Sprinter mit brennendem Twizzla
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hashtag auf Insta, Teil Zwei oder Click Clack!

F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hundert Cousins, die Begleitung im Gerichtsaal
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hungern bis Iftar mit Stoff in der Dsquared
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Per Berebe im Sprinter mit brennendem Twizzla
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hashtag auf Insta, Teil Zwei oder Click Clack!

Lass’ die Uzi reden!
Ich zöger’ nicht mehr, ich hab’ Kugeln im Handschuhfach
Bin bereit zu erklären, wer Streit will, komm her!
Doch keiner besucht diesen Frankfurter
Der erster Rapper der einläuft, rückenfrei
Sie wollen Streit aber keiner lässt Schüsse frei
Trifft Blei, siehst du .. Mütter weinen
Piranhas meinen ein’ Haifisch macht ..
.. mach besser keine Witze
Messer an der Kehle, ..
..

F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hundert Cousins, die Begleitung im Gerichtsaal
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hungern bis Iftar mit Stoff in der Dsquared
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Per Berebe im Sprinter mit brennendem Twizzla
F*ck den Richter
F*ck F*ck den Richter
Hashtag auf Insta, Teil Zwei oder Click Clackkk.
Sadiq songtexte
Video richter

Lyrics Quality Control – Too hotty

Father God, Father God
I just wanna live life
Lamborghini, loud pipes
Remember all the trial nights
Pull up in the Poltergeist
Hundred thousand on me, yikes
Shawty was suckin’ too sloppy
She was too sloppy, I had to roll the dice
They think I’m ‘lluminati ’cause of my profits
Pull up in Poltergeist
You had a nigga that’s poppin’ b*tch you got nothin’
B*tch, you ain’t do it right
Travellin’ across the country
I been gettin’ money, say you get who a night
Coupe make a b*tch get a Kreuger fright
You was a b*tch and your crews are dykes
I was born to be what I’m goin’ to be
Raindrops on me like a storm on me (raindrops)
He look at my charm but I’m on to he
The devil keep tryna come conquer me
Smokin’ OG in a Fronto leaf
Droppin’ a deuce in the Pure Leaf tea
I don’t got time for no foolery
I’m ’bout to go drop on some jewelry
I’ma tell you lil’ niggas somethin’
Fame blowin’ all you niggas money
Maintain, gotta keep a hundred comin’
Ain’t no pain like the name with no money
I ain’t goin’ out sad for her
Learned my lesson with the last whore
Throw these b*tches off the backboard
I bet she f*ckin’ for some cash boy
She don’t gotta know I gotta landlord
She just layin’ on the land, Lord
All these niggas, they be payin’ for her
Pop a perky, that’s a Altoid
Niggas ’round you be a towel boy
My niggas ’round me, they some cowboys
I’ll bite a nigga whole style boy
Copy the flow, give it now boy!
Do not play with the K
I pull up and hop in the dirty Wraith (Ghost)
She f*ck on a nigga, I f*ck her face
I’m gettin’ this money, I’m gettin’ paid (racks)
I just bought a mansion
On the back of the banshee no panties
Where my money lil nigga, demand it
Bought a mansion, the pool got expanded
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff.(too hotty)

Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty versuri-lyrics.info
Put that lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ b*tch on some molly, she f*cked everybody
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it.

Quavo!
Choppers and shottys
Young nigga, got two bodies (bodies)
Water, faucet, drippin’ on my body (drip)
Spent 10K in Follies, niggas hatin’ watchin’ (Who?)
That’s their only option (option)
‘Cause they not gon’ rob me (Nope!)
Pound a cookie in the backstage of Jimmy Fallon
500 thousand cash backstage at Ellen wildin’
Get right wit cha’, Saint Laurent boots on Gucci saddles
Met Gala, dab capital, abracadabra
You can tell, but don’t tattle (don’t tell, no snitchin’)
Put that b*tch on a Addel’ (Adderall)
Treat that b*tch like a baby (whoo)
I give her a rattle
She spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled on the pole, yeah I paid her toll
Scotty 2 Hotty, that’s Scotty 2 Hotty
She crankin’ a worm on the pole.

Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ b*tch on some molly, she f*cked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it.

Heard it was poppin’ and stuffin’ their pocket with cottage and dressin’ all stylists (stylists)
Ain’t no OG for the knowledge, no benjis for Wallace he pull up big body
One in the chamber, they pocket watchin’, hit him right in his noggin, he droppin’ (noggin)
Scotty 2 Hotty, she f*cked everybody, can’t wife the lil’ b*tch, she a thotty (thotty)
They know we been a trendin’ topic (know that)
But now this s**t lookin’ real obvious (obvious)
We been sellin’ out them arenas but since we went platinum look at the audience (audience)
I poured a fo’, feelin’ nausea (Actavis)
Drinkin’ to help the insomnia (drink)
Migos but move like the mafia
Can’t see it, you need some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain’t ’bout money, can’t talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get up and go get it, but I heard that you had it optional (you did)
I told ’em at school, I was too popular (popular)
The teacher said it was impossible (impossible)
They takin’ the flow and ain’t givin’ us credit so I don’t have nothin’ to offer you.

Scotty too Hotty
Done put the lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty too hotty
Done put the lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty too Hotty
Put that lil’ b*tch on the molly, she f*cked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty too Hotty
Put that lil’ b*tch on some molly, she f*cked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about ittt.
Quality Control lyrics
Video hotty

Masicka drop something for his female fans “Love You” a single that was co-produced by Genahsyde Records and TMG Records.

Masicka has been having a great year in dancehall with a slew of new music in heavy rotation on dancehall airwaves locally and overseas. Earlier this year he scored a massive hit with Vybz Kartel “InfraRed” that is perhaps his biggest hit to date. On his new single “Love You,” Masicka sings about his love for his girl over a dancehall beat.

“Mi love you like how Jah Jah love earth / Me love you like how me mother love church / Me love you in a yo short shorts / Same so me love you in a your tight skirt,” Masicka deejay. Listen to the single “Love You” below.