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Usher – What Happened To U Lyrics

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From the beginning knew what I was kidding
But I was with it and I’ll admit that
she was clear that once I got it .. with me
as if for me to let it go
from my time I got money
but money no buy time
I got a head some to let behind
no one is yours just sign as is out of light
and in no time

Pre Chorus:
Money, clothes, fancy cars big oh cribs platinum moon the walls
seven Grammies, sold out concerts day I’m up and working hard
private jets to friends many women nothing had a ball

Chorus:
You can say I made it but I’m faded
’cause I miss you can we go back
but our issue is time we can get back
happen to you, come back
’cause I miss you can I go back
what happened to u, ohh you
and maybe that you ohh
what I wanted free as I wanted

Do what I wanted freak as a hundred
I still only mine, mind on the money
had whatever, whenever hot black forever
black young and clever
when you give it all, you give it all
love to be the only reason to look baby
and what you do to all you can’t turn it all
for picture me complaining when all this

[Pre Chorus:]
[Chorus:]

What sense does it make to have everything
and nothing at the same time
where are you
I need you
I’m looking for you
girl come and share

[Pre Chorus:]
[Chorus:]

Wherever you are girl
wherever you are, still the same old you
wherever you are girl, wherever you are



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Lady Gaga – Jndad Lyrics

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We don’t care what people say
We know the truth
Enough is enough with this horse ****
I am not a freak
I was born with my free gun
Don’t tell me I’m less than my freedom

I’m a bitch
I’m a loser baby maybe I should quit
I’m a jerk
Wish I had the money but I can’t find work
I’m a brat
I’m a selfish punk I really should be smacked
My parents tried
Until they got divorced ’cause I ruined their lives

I’m a bad kid
And I will survive
Oh I’m a bad kid
Don’t know wrong from right
I’m a bad kid
And this is my life
One of the bad kids
Don’t know wrong from right

Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby

I’m a twit
Degenerate young rebel and I’m proud of it
Pump your fist
If you would rather mess up than put up with this
I’m a nerd
I chew gun and smoke in your face
I’m absurd
I’m so bad but I don’t give a damn
I love it when you’re mad
When you’re mad, when you’re mad

I’m a bad kid
And I will survive
Oh I’m a bad kid
Don’t know wrong from right
I’m a bad kid
And this is my life
One of the bad kids
Don’t know wrong from right

Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby

I’m not that typical baby
I’m a bad kid
Like my mom and dad made me
I’m not that cool and you hate me
I’m a bad kid that’s the way that they made me

I’m a bad kid I’m disastrous
Give me your money
Or I’ll hold my breath
I’m a bad kid
And I’ll survive
One of the bad kids
Don’t know wrong from right

Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby

A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby



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Travis Porter - You Don’t Know Bout It Lyrics

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[Pre-hook]
Tell me what ya know bout dis, tell me what ya know bout dat
Tell me what ya know bout Phipps, tell me what ya know bout Saks
These niggas ain’t got no check, them boys ain’t holdin no sack
Them niggas dont know bout dis, them boys dont know bout that

[Hook]
Hey…
You dont know bout it (x3)
Tell me what ya know bout that
You dont kno nothing (x3)
Tell me what ya know about that

[Strap verse]
Young nigga you dont know about this, young nigga you dont know about that
Spend a couple racks at Saks, do a track get it right back
Nigga you dont know nothing bout nothing, that gas I put in my blunt
Smoke a zip, take a sip , pull up, nigga I’m stuntin
Hop out, looking like money, y’all broke niggas just too funny
Can’t even count up six hundred, that’s a shame you a god damn dummy
Boy you know you ain’t holden no stacks, boy you know you ain’t holden no strap
Boy you know you ain’t been in no trap, everybody know Strap

[Pre-hook]
Tell me what ya know bout dis, tell me what ya know bout dat
Tell me what ya know bout Phipps, tell me what ya know bout Saks
These niggas ain’t got no check, them boys ain’t holdin no sack
Them niggas dont know bout dis, them boys dont know bout that

[Hook]
Hey…
You dont know bout it (x3)
Tell me what ya know bout that
You dont kno nothing (x3)
Tell me what ya know about that

[Ali verse]
Exspensive jordans and belts, I get my gucci from Phipps
Exclusive tires on the whip , they say I’m feelin myself
I’m all in the vip, I give the waitress a tip
Then I withdraw a hundred thousand and spend it all on myself
My bitch is thicker than milk , but they short as my sleeves
I’ve got bitches in Africa, I be all over-seas
Ain’t no twenties in my pocket, all I keep is some g’s
I’m a young nigga gettin it boy, who f-ckin with Li

[Pre-hook]
Tell me what ya know bout dis, tell me what ya know bout dat
Tell me what ya know bout Phipps, tell me what ya know bout Saks
These niggas ain’t got no check, them boys ain’t holdin no sack
Them niggas dont know bout dis, them boys dont know bout that

[Hook]
Hey…
You dont know bout it (x3)
Tell me what ya know bout that
You dont kno nothing (x3)
Tell me what ya know about that

[Quez verse]
Every car I’m in I’m in the back seat,
And I just tell them where to go just like a taxi
And I keep goons if you niggas try attack me,
And they just pull they pistols out, you niggas run like a track meet
But I’m always working, you can catch me Phipps plaza splurgin
So much shit, it filled up the excursion
Tried to take my bitch, too bad she said she was a virgin
Meanwhile I’m with yo bitch behind the curtain, what you know bout that

[Pre-hook]
Tell me what ya know bout dis, tell me what ya know bout dat
Tell me what ya know bout Phipps, tell me what ya know bout Saks
These niggas ain’t got no check, them boys ain’t holdin no sack
Them niggas dont know bout dis, them boys dont know bout that

[Hook]
Hey…
You dont know bout it (x3)
Tell me what ya know bout that
You dont kno nothing (x3)
Tell me what ya know about that



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Matisyahu - Sunshine Lyrics MP3


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Matisyahu - Sunshine Lyrics

keep on moving till the first rays of dawn
keeping it on till the day is done
morning till the night time blaze is on
all along i keep singing my song
i said, this phase is always
sometimes i get so crazed
but just know that i’ll always stay
cause you’re my light through the haze

it’s time for a champion
soothe the soul of the land
mend the heart from the sea and the sand
until the sun comes up again

it’s time for a champion
soothe the soul of the land
mend the heart from the sea and the sand
until the sun comes up again

reach for the sky
keep your eye on the prize
forever in my mind
be my golden sunshine
it’s raining in your mind
so push them clouds aside
forever by my side
you’re my golden sunshine

when the sun set i let myself down
found the ground beneath my feet gone
no more words were there to speak
on that day my song was born
never meant to leave you all alone
said i’d be your shelter from the storm
now your clothes have all been torn
kingdom sacked attacked and dethroned

it’s time for a champion
soothe the soul of the land
mend the heart from the sea and the sand
until the sun comes up again

it’s time for a champion
soothe the soul of the land
mend the heart from the sea and the sand
until the sun comes up again

reach for the sky
keep your eye on the prize
forever in my mind
be my golden sunshine
it’s raining in your mind
so push them clouds aside
forever by my side
you’re my golden sunshine

it’s the way of the world
you’re on your own
time to grow and be a man
want to fly high like peter pan
no more never never land
so lose your backpack filled with sand
come along and take my hand
we’ll walk together for forever

reach for the sky
keep your eye on the prize
forever in my mind
be my golden sunshine
it’s raining in your mind
so push them clouds aside
forever by my side
you’re my golden sunshine

reach for the sky
keep your eye on the prize
forever in my mind
be my golden sunshine
it’s raining in your mind
so push them clouds aside
forever by my side
you’re my golden sunshine

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
walk with me now, talk with me now, baby
bo-bo-bo-bo-bo
walk with me momma, talk with me now

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
walk with me now, talk with me now, baby
bo-bo-bo-bo-bo
walk with me momma, talk with me now


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Jim Jones - Top Of The Year Lyrics MP3


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Yeah Vampire life
it's the last supper
we on the night
is the fizz you're all welcome
huh, you ever seen the sunset rising

Top of the fist go still poppin my shit though
said a few words to alike happen this whip hoe
bitch now talk dirty to the top of my dick and blow
..talk dirty just to happen this whip hoe
drop in the strip with no top of the whip watch me
droppin like this hoe, she want the dance
my watch is a disco, 40 in my pens
I'm just watching the shit go
choppers and pistols copers on pigs
but they lock you like pin ball
I'm uptown you think I'm coping them bricks you're
droppin in the pot like I drop it in Chris goal
fry chicken wings be fry rise,
so if you get them things keep the heat by side
and point em mine they ain't on my level
top floor not a single floor on my ..
I'm f*cking with your brain, huh
I'm f*cking with your brain

if it's your brain on drugs
f*ck with me nigga be a brain on slugs

Mhm these niggas ain't wait to watch out
pull up in the ..then we pop bottle
don't know a shit of that book
but I could dance on that shit what a flap foot

You, f*ck these niggas talking like they slinging things
different airports six ..the prints
..this talk like the best..
connection when I ..24 on that bake of city

..with the bisquet, nigga I'm high as hell
got the..on top of the wild strap
real talk you fight shells, fit on climb hell
niggas get clap and cry tell
is that breath, your homie invading
..kicked all like the cops ..
and better talk ..blaxin
my niggas ..

It's nothing something that you used to
I'm riding in that six doobs
these haters knock on my grind
rise star in..like cold room I'm twisted
roof gone miss missin
no sleep I'm persistent
got 60 racks in my clothes
60 racks in my shoulds
..and I'm scoal, came off with dirty..

I got niggas on my dick like bitches
I got triggers in my hip like niggas
and I get it on the strip like niggas



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Big Sean Ft Meek Mill - Burn Lyrics MP3


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[Meek Mill]
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in PJ
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steady preject
Because we next and we flex like…

[Big Sean]
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I prayed to god that you see me
I’m on the yard getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chee ches
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t cc’d
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all niggas was slackin
Yeah, But I’m all nice new track
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed off in the pussy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch, I had one shot of Na blunt
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Diamonds lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckin’ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl,
Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a bitch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little Bitch…

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn…burn



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