Wiz Khalifa Rolling Papers-Click to view more

Biography: Wiz hails from the state of North Dakota. His first album Show and Prove was released in 2006, Show and Prove, Leading to a record deal with Warner Bros Record in "07". Wiz Khalifa songs...

Marsha Ambrosius-Click to view more

Marsha Ambrosius or Marsha is an English singer/songwriter. A former member of English Soul/R and B duo Floetry, she released her first solo album La...

Future Mixtape Astronaut Status-Click to view more

Biography: Harold Michael Simmons II (born September 17, 1988), better known by his stage name Future the Artist (also known as Future the Unknown, formerly known as Future), is an American rapper, singer-songwriter, and record producer, best known for his singles...

The Weeknd - Starboy ft. Daft Punk Lyric Text

The Weeknd - Starboy ft. Daft Punk Lyric Video, Original Video and Lyric Text

The Weeknd - Starboy ft. Daft Punk Lyric Video, Original Video and Lyric Text



I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don't see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you've done
I’m a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that's a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don't really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you've done
I’m a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin’ starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

The Weeknd - Can't Feel My Face Lyric Video, Original Video and Lyric Text

The Weeknd - Can't Feel My Face Lyric Video, Original Video and Lyric Text

The Weeknd - Can't Feel My Face Lyric Video, Original Video and Lyric Text


[Verse 1]
And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
But at least we'll both be beautiful and stay forever young
This I know, yeah, this I know

[Bridge]
She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both know we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, woo

[Hook]
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh

[Verse 2]
And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
This I know, girl, I know

[Bridge]
She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both know we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, woo

[Hook]
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh

[Bridge]
She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both know we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, woo

[Hook]
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh

Taylor Swift - Look What You Made Me Do Lyrics Video Original and Text Video

Taylor Swift - Look What You Made Me Do Lyric Video, Original Video and Lyric Text

DJ Drama | Taylor Swift - Look What You Made Me Do Lyric Video and Text |


I don't like your little games
Don't like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool
No, I don't like you

I don't like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn't cool
No, I don't like you (Oh)

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me, ooh

Oh! Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

I don't like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You asked me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast (What?!)

The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure
Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me, ooh

Oh! Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I'm sorry, but the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now
Why?
Oh, 'cause she's dead!
Oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me, ooh

Oh! Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

Oh! Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me, ooh

Oh! Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

Writer(s): Jack Antonoff, Richard Fairbrass, Taylor Swift, Fred Fairbrass, Rob Manzoli

French Montana Ft Swae Lee Unforgettable lyrics

DJ Drama | Listen to French Montana Ft Swae Lee Unforgettable Lyrics |

French Montana Ft Swae Lee Unforgettable lyrics


[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me, since I been with you
It’s not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me
Oh, was she tipsy
I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancing like GoGo, aye
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Why not?
A fucking good time, never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved your girl then I’m so, so sorry
I got to give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[Verse: French Montana]
Feelin’ like I’m fresh out, Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin’ shit you don’t even see in movies
Ride with me
Ride with me, boss
I got a hard head but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
‘Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it
[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
You are unforgettable
I wanna get you alone
Now you wanna chose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me, since I been with you
It’s not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me
Oh, was she tipsy
I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancing like GoGo, hey
But you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Why not?
A fucking good time, never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved your girl then I’m so, so sorry
I got to give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Oh oh, You ain’t enough for me
Too much for you
Alone
Baby go and grab some bad bitches, bring em home
Know the jet’s on me
I’ma curve my best for you
You know, so pick up that dress for me
You rest on me
Too much convo for 24 hours
When you stand next to 24 karats
She left her man at home
She don’t love him no more
I want your mind and your body
Don’t mind nobody
So as long – never hurt nobody
Baby girl work your body
Work your body
[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna chose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi
[Outro: Swae Lee]
Right now
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

Released as a non-album single on April 7, 2017.
Written by Karim Kharbouch, Khalif Brown, 1Mind, CP DUBB, Jaegen, and Mike WiLL Made-It.
Produced by Jaegen, 1Mind, & CP DUBB.


Funny Future The Rapper Memes

Funny Future The Rapper Memes

"Future (rapper) Memes"


When you upgrade from the trap house to the Whitehouse..


I'm still crying at someone saying 2 Chaniz is smoking one of Future's dreaklocks


My professor asked us to imagine what a happy future would look like. 1st thing that popped in my head:


"Turn to your neighbor and say neighbor? What a time to be alive."

Big Money (C4 Remix) feat. Rich Homie Quan, Skeme and Lil Uzi Vert

DJ Drama | Listen to DJ Dramas New Remix | Big Money feat. Rich Homie Quan, Skeme and Lil Uzi Vert

DJ Drama - C4 Remix




Lyrics



[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', J's runnin' out it Rich Homie baby! (DJ Drama!) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men, run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Money comin' faster, bitches gettin' thicker Watchin' over my back cause niggas get quicker Got some bubblegum and hard dick for his sister Cause food stamps is all she get from the system She like fuck them niggas but they can't do this shit for her What your issue? You make nathan off this comma Blazin' off this ganja while standin' in this circle Slangin' to your momma, while Stefan geeked on Urkel And that cul-de-sac still fool me That cul-de-sac never sleep In that cul-de-sac we movin' Ain't nothin' get past me And I stop cross, call it short stop You talk small, call it short guap I eat beef like a pork chop What you talkin' bout nigga? Cul-de-sac [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] My bitch she just be from London She ain't pronouncin' nothin' Yeah we can work on the stove top Turn a little to somethin' Met a little bitch, she lit me up And found out it was the 3rd cousin Met a little bitch, she let me up And found out it was the 3rd cousin Know a couple niggas in some fucked up situations Gettin' 40%/60%, change your occupation Got a couple riders with me, Harley Davidson Coulda had three of 'em but turned to eight of 'em Models bitches with a zero Tapin' bricks to her stomach just to add a little weight on 'em Niggas dyin' left and right like my head Know in the trap be a man for the bands Call my older brother Top, uh Grind ran on you with number nine, uh Little brother, he servin' time I just hope he don't even lose his mind I ain't the richest but I'm in line Speakin' of lines, my girl sniffin' lines Then line after line, got product like designs And you catch a dime, got six in the clip [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me Like a dead end, cul-de-sac money [Verse 3: Skeme] Hold on, dollar signs on commas, on motherfuckin' commas This cannon on me now, lil nigga you do not want this drama I need that cash, that fetti, that lucci Need my retribution or else we start shootin' Them choppers go off, make your block sound like New Years S O X gang, I do not need a new pair, hold up I done put stacks in the holes in my walls If you touch 'em with cinnamon, it's holes in your face PSA for all you pussy ass niggas who hate Get off my dick and go get the cake I got my hand on the grain and my foot on the gas I have no use for a break I feel like Michael Corleone with the graves I feel like JJ right after the bay Better watch what you say bout me Cause I keep gunners around, hoe play bout me Niggas phony, tryna act like we homies but barely know me If you don't want the money then boy you ain't around me Ain't nothin' fake about me I put killers on they feet, down to spray 'bout me We poppin' tags but them niggas pop shit We gon' pop in these mags, let the AK scream [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men, run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money

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