Day: September 11, 2019

Cuban Doll – A.G.F. Lyrics

I got these hoes loose with it (Okay)
Jealous ass bitches always got somethin’ to say
And these gossipin’ ass hoes, yeah, they love to hate
The way these bitches on my clit, yeah, they might as well be gay
And you can fuck with me ’cause I don’t discriminate, bitch
[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
[Verse 2: Rubi Rose]
Ass and some titties, they tried
My page, they stalk it a lot
Bitches on nothing but cock
These hoes be sick when I drop
Top in the winter, I’m hot
Topless in thongs with thots
You can get pressed to mop
Thinkin’ you’re cute, you’re not
Bitch, is you sharin’ or what? Play this song
[Intro: Cuban Doll]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
That shit didn’t cost me a lot, he love the way that I pop
Drop it slow motion, then rock
Pick it up, twirl it, don’t stop
Do that shit, do that shit (Okay)
Move that shit, move that shit (Okay)
Who that bitch who the shit? Be honest I ain’t even have to fuck him, he was bustin’ a nut
I don’t play with niggas’ kids, this ain’t Toys “R” Us
Bitches thinkin’ they the shit ’til them hoes see us
Rose
[Chorus: Cuban Doll & Renni Rucci]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me (Hold up), he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me (Renni)
[Verse 3: Renni Rucci]
I got that lollipop, that candy shop
That shit that get these niggas hot
These pussy hug like Gucci socks
This paper make this pussy pop
You broke, you make this pussy lock
You fine, I just might get on top
Got cake on cake on cake
Get a plate, this that Betty Crock’
Bougie and bad, LaCienega
He hit from the back, it’s a cinema
Can’t fuck with no shrimp, I need ten of ’em
Fine with a nine is a minimum
He lucky I even got into him
‘Cause Rubi and Cuban killin’ ’em
They pretty and bad and I’m feelin’ ’em
Be careful, I just might be stealin’ ’em
[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
[Outro: Cuban Doll & Rubi Rose]
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Do I sound crazy saying that?

Categories: Music

R.E.M. – Radio Song Lyrics

That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup
[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen
[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks! Who are you obeying day out and day in? To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)
[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah
[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup
[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it
[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what? Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what? Play this song
[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station
[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya! Hey, hey, hey
Check it out! It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners! [Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom! Huh! What are you playing?

Categories: Music

Jason Aldean – I Don’t Drink Anymore Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
She don’t like this bar
She don’t like my friends
She thinks we party too hard
She said it’s me or them
She said I need to change my ways
Boy you got a choice to make, so
[Chorus]
I don’t drink anymore
Ever since she left
I don’t drink anymore
And I don’t drink any less
[Verse 2]
She picked a bad time
To try and slow me down
And this ain’t a good night
To try and turn me around
I still like to get crazy nothing new
Still like to have a few
[Chorus]
I don’t drink anymore
Ever since she left
I don’t drink anymore
And I don’t drink any less
[Bridge]
I didn’t want her to go
And it’s not that I don’t give a damn
I just want someone to want me
For who I am
She said I need to change my ways
Boy you got a choice to make, so
[Chorus]
I don’t drink any more
Yeah tonight you can bet
I don’t drink any more
And I don’t drink any less
I don’t drink any more
And I don’t drink any less

Categories: Music

Jason Aldean – Keeping It Small Town Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Yeah we proud of that name painted up on that water tower
And that red dirt on the bottom of our boots
This place runs 35 miles an hour
And that hard work runs in our roots
Yeah we’re all just backbone blue-collar people
Burning that Texaco black smoke diesel
[Chorus]
Yeah we’re just keeping it small town
Keeping it slow
Keep that dust stirred up on them ol’ dirt roads
Yeah we keeping them girls up in them shotgun seats
Got that good stuff waiting on the end of the week
It’s the way we were raised and we ain’t changing now
You can find us sun up to sun down yeah
Just keeping it small town
Keeping it small town
[Verse 2]
Yeah we just trying to be ’bout half good as our daddies
Still trying to make a name of our own
Find a litle firl you can roll with and ride with
And make a good life with and love her til you’re gone
[Chorus]
Yeah we’re just keeping it small town
Keeping it slow
Keep that dust stirred up on them ol’ dirt roads
Yeah we keeping them girls up in them shotgun seats
Got that good stuff waiting on the end of the week
It’s the way we were raised and we ain’t changing now
You can find us sun up to sun down yeah
Just keeping it small town
Keeping it small town
[Bridge]
Yeah we’re all just backbone blue-colllar people
Burning that Texaco black smoke diesel
[Chorus]
Yeah we’re just keeping it small town
Keeping it slow
Keep that dust stirred up on them ol’ dirt roads
Yeah we keeping them girls up in them shotgun seats
Got that good stuff waiting on the end of the week
It’s the way we were raised and we ain’t changing now
You can find us sun up to sun down yeah
Just keeping it small town
Keeping it small town

Categories: Music

Jason Aldean – We Back Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Where’s the guy in the steel toes covered in dirt
Just a rock n’ roll t-shirt headed to work
With pack of red man in his pocket
He’s kind of red man but he’s rockin’
Where’s the beat up tele and the marshall stack
Little Marshall Tucker and a six-pack
Where’s the good ol’ boys and the good ol’ days
Straight up gettin’ sideways
[Chorus]
We back, we back, we back in the speakers
Back in black getting blasted in the bleachers
It’s probably true what my momma said
I do it just like my daddy did
We back, we back, we back in the saddle
Back on stage making the whole place rattle
Back with the A-Team, train on the track
Thought we were gone but you wrong, now it’s on we back
[Verse 2]
Where’s the chick wearin’ blue jeans a little too tight
Got a grip on a koozie if it’s what she likes
Getting picked up in a pickup and kickin’ it with guys like us
[Chorus]
We back, we back, we back in the speakers
Back in black getting blasted in the bleachers
It’s probably true what my momma said
I do it just like my daddy did
We back, we back, we back in the saddle
Back on stage making the whole place rattle
Back with the A-Team, train on the track
Thought we were gone but you wrong, now it’s on we back
[Bridge]
Sun comes up and sun goes down, yeah
Everything good comes back around
[Chorus]
We back, we back, we back in the speakers
Back in black getting blasted in the bleachers
It’s probably true what my momma said
I do it just like my daddy did
We back, we back, we back in the saddle
Back on stage making the whole place rattle
Back with the A-Team, train on the track
Thought we were gone but you wrong, now it’s on we back
Thought we were gone but you wrong, now it’s on
We back
We back, we back, we back in the saddle
Back on stage making the whole place rattle
Back with the A-Team, train on the track
Thought we were gone but you wrong, now it’s on we back

Categories: Music

Fall Out Boy – Dear Future Self (Hands Up) Lyrics

[Outro: Patrick Stump]
Hands up
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune (Never mind the, yeah)
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through (Hands up)
[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]
She said this is a surprise visit
It’s my fantasy, I’m gon’ live it
Hands up, and don’t you refuse it
I wanna tattoo you on me
Just look what you created
Dear future self, I hope it’s going well
I’m drunk on cheap whiskey in an airport hotel, yeah
[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
Hands up, ready for the boom (Hands up, hands up)
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune (Talking ’bout, talking ’bout)
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom (You can hear us comin’ with the)
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
[Post-Chorus: Patrick Stump & Wyclef Jean, and Wyclef Jean]
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She’s winin’ like she losing her mind
Knock, knock, knock, knock, who is it? Play this song
[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
[Verse 1: Patrick Stump, Wyclef Jean & Both]
We prepared for the turbulence
But there’s no preparing for this
Got paid on Tuesday, but I’m still broke when the weekend ends
Another trip around the sun, it was a good run
Just mixing all of my prescriptions with my problems
Yeah, streets are full of seasons
Saw what they did to Jesus
Dude’ll kill you for no reason, and charge you for treason
I know this one for a fact
My phone, they got it on tap
‘Cause every time I’m talkin’ I can hear them in the back (Hands up)
[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She’s winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
Knock, knock, knock, knock, who is it?

Categories: Music