8ball & Mjg – Just Like Candy Lyrics

8BALL & MJGJust Like Candy Lyrics
(Chorus)
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[MJG]
I’m creepin low in a flip, flop drop
Top Stang, leanin to the left, gold dadens on them thang
I’m the MJG, pimp tight
Put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right
In a pina, butta, guts is a must
Drivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em up
Paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
With my gas tank full, drank a boor
Fall up in the park after dark try to pull
Me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty
Nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties
As the sun goes down, I’m gettin dirty
Fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry
In my 77 Chevy, ass tight
Pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night
(Chorus)
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[Eightball]
10 o’clock in the morning, his A got up
Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
Comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
Havin starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat
You can tell by the way the girls act across the street
Hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin
4 o’clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
Fall in full of them green trees
Hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
Fools all in the way with that econo-spray
Need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas
Pressure got me beamed, I’m talkin on the phone
Tellin Penny that’s the way to do it, baby represent ya home
(Chorus)
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[MJG]
Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
And in the summertime we got the whole block blind
Some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game
Lying sayin he goin get the same thang
If you ain’t ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain’t hittin
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
Got niggaz ridin round lookin like a junk yard
You need to pull a check, wheeler check, wheeler check
Stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
See most of these new paint jobs they don’t do
But if it ain’t candy then the job ain’t true
[Eightball]
Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
It ain’t candy if it didn’t cost a couple of G’s
On your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel on the grill like them playaz do in Texas
My folks gettin sideways in Vallejo
Ballaz in Memphis slammin shut the Cadillac doors
Full of ink so blinked I could fly
To a world where you have to roll candy or you die
Descending, my mind goes back into reality
To some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
Custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain
Big Ball tellin you it’s all about the candy mane
(Chorus) x5
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)

Gwar – The Bonus Plan Lyrics

GWARThe Bonus Plan Lyrics
Tabarnac
Ma Petite Crack
J’ai vu Toi
Tu sens bien
Je Ment Vien Pret de Toi Pour Te Sentire Pret De
Moi Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule
Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule
Roullante Ma gang
De Morte on sans collise
Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule
Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule
Tes Amis Vont
Cherchez loin
Moi pi ma gang on ve te punire
Ta Tete sur Les mure du bus
On n’a tapez du code moris

Stan Bush – Your Time Lyrics

STAN BUSHYour Time Lyrics
You’ve waited your whole life
Giving all you have inside
But this one chance to realize your dream
Believing in yourself
‘Cause you see there’s no one else
No, you can’t stop this feeling
That it’s your destiny
Giving it your all
Whether you stand or fall
Is there in your heart, oh
Gotta hold on, just be strong
If you want to reach for something higher
Something worth fighting for, yeah
There’s a moment in your life
When your star begins to shine
This will be your time
When they tried to pull you down
Victory’s the only sound
You hear it in the strength you found within
When it seems you just can’t give any more
Remember what you came here for
Way down in your soul
You know you’re gonna find the will to win
Run like the eagle flies
Feeding the fire in your eyes
Let it begin, yeah
Gotta hold on, just be strong
If you want to reach for something higher
Something worth fighting for, yeah
There’s a moment in your life
When your star begins to shine
This will be your time
In your search for truth you’ll find
The questions, they go on and on and
You’ll never lose your way
When you know who you are
And when the final hour has come
You’re on the rise, you’ve just begun
You’re always giving it your best
Never dreamed you’d go this far
Gotta hold on, just be strong
If you want to reach for something higher
Something worth fighting for, yeah
There’s a moment in your life
When your star begins to shine
This will be your time
This will be your time
This will be your time

Pascal Obispo – Tu Compliques Tout Lyrics

Tu compliques tout
Même si tu n’y es pour rien
Tu es absente malgré tout
Je peux t’expliquer tout
Chaque fois j’ai l’impression
Qu’tu disparais pour de bon
Et ça me rend fou. PASCAL OBISPOTu Compliques Tout Lyrics
Quatre murs qui ruissellent
Je brûle et je sommeille, oh , oh
Ton absence a tendance
A prendre de l’importance
C’est clair, quand j’y pense
Evanescente, ça te ressemble
La différence, c’est ton indifférence
L’evanescence que je ressens
Me descend le coeur
Mais comment faire? Si tu compliques tout
Chaque fois que je ne suis plus loin
Toi tu t’éloignes de nous
Tu compliques tout
L’ennui c’est l’impression
Qu’tu disparais pour de bon
Et ça me rend fou
Tu glisses et je me noie
Entre mes doigts je broie, oh, oh
Mon amour quelques fois
Je te touche des yeux
Y’a qu’dans mes rêves que je te sens mieux
Evanescente, ton omniprésente
Indifférence, c’est ta différence
Et ma défaillance plus qu’indescente
Si renversante, mais comment faire?

One word – Deadly Zoo lyrics

Lyrics Deadly Zoo – One word
Somebody call the fire marshal
I’m gonna send this place on fire
Why I let them into my heart
This man is such a liar.(one word)
And if he says one word, one wooord
I’m gonna set this place on fire
And if he says one wooord, one wooord
I’m gonna set this place on fire
Somebody call the fire marshal
They gonna wanna set this place on fire
Versuri-lyrics.info
You know she let me into her heart
And now she thinks that I’m a liar
And if I say one wooord, one wooord
They all gonna set this place on fire
And if I say one wooord, one wooord
She’s gonna set the place on fireee. Deadly Zoo lyrics
Video word

Ressacado – Mitico Dj feat. Dani Russo letra

Ali Bábá, vamos começar
Levanta o drink agora
Eu quero ver geral virar
Vai. Mitico Dj letras
Video Mitico Dj Tava curtindo um baile
Do nada eu apaguei
Também fui batizada
Pelo drink que tomei
Versuri-lyrics.info
Tá tudo girando
A dor de cabeça não sai
Do nada eu acordei
Com vocês lá em Dubai. Arebaba bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum. Ali Bábá, vamos começar
Levanta o drink agora
Eu quero ver geral virar
Vaiii. Letra Mitico Dj – Ressacado
Tava curtindo um baile
Do nada eu apaguei
Eu tô desconfiado
Do drink que eu tomei
Tá tudo girando,
A dor de cabeça não sai
Do nada eu acordei
Numa mansão em Dubai.(ressacado)
Tô ressacadooo pai
Tô ressacadooo pai. Tô ressacada pai
Tô ressacada pai. Ô peraê, peraê
E essas minas aê mano, não vão rebolar a bunda não?

Girl Friday

But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.**
–Pre-Chorus–
She’s got things to do everyday of the week
While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek
I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked
I’m a hard place
And she’s a rock, she’s a rock
–Chorus–
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)*
–Verse 2–
*I think we fell in love outside a wingstop
Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top
You’re looking like something I could deal with
Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with
Either way I got to put you on the calendar
Take you on a tour so someone call my manager
Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella
Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish
So we at the concert at the frat house
Drink with live music ’til we passed out
Everybody rocking with the big boss
Let’s roll another joint soon as class out
Said this year we wanna do it bigger
So you came and got the right
On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties
Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities*
–Chorus–
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)*
She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)*
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)*
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(Boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woo, woo)*
**Okay.**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a *(Boss)* Lyrics to ‘Girl Friday’ by Capital Cities:

–Intro–
She’s a *(ohh)*
She’s a *(yeah)*
She’s a *(hah)*
She’s a *(woo)*
She’s a *(aha)*
She’s a *(hoh)*
*Boss*
–Chorus–
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
–Verse 1–
**Hello?**
You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend
**Oh, hi!**
Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going
**Okay.**
How about a movie? Baby, tell me that you’re free then
**I’m sorry.

Fuck Boy

Lyrics to ‘Fuck Boy’ by Trina:

Six in the morning, nigga at my door
I’m tryna figure out what he out that for
Last time i seen him he was talking shit
Found out his new girl can’t suck no dick
Hit the intercom I ain’t let him in
Pussy nigga lucky I ain’t fuck his friends
Prolly thought at bitch, Would be down and out
Till he seen my riding round in that chromed out Benz
South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all the ice
You don’t want no problems with them boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My bitch been said it
That’s why I should’ve let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell
Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My momma even said it
Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY
You never heard me asking niggas for shit
You be on the gram asking niggas for pics
Can’t believe I let you waste all my time
Now this fuck boy on my voicemail crying
Running round town with your bum ass hoe
But I’m the blueprint that’s why you at my door
She my number one fan that’s what makes it sweet
Bitch’ll do anything for a fucking retweet
South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all that ice
You don’t want no problems with the boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My bitch been said it
That’s why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell
Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My momma even said it
Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY
South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all that ice
You don’t want no problems with the boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
The bitch been said it
That’s why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell
Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy
My momma even said it
Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY

Mama

Lyrics to ‘Mama’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Ain’t Love

Lyrics to ‘Ain’t Love’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

You Got Me

Lyrics to ‘You Got Me’ by Trina:

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Damn

Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly! Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Lyrics to ‘Damn’ by Trina:

–Intro: Tory Lanez–
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
Fargo
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen it, I was like look…
Uh, wait, okay
–Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina–
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken wings and seasoned fries
Too much clinking, she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now? –Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina–
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty
–Verse 1: Tory Lanez–
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front
‘Cause horty, you be doin’ somethin’ to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah
G4 pilot, flyin’ private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a
–Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina–
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hoppin’ off a jet
On my celly, no R. Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I! Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty
–Verse 2: Trina–
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pullin’ up in somethin’ tinted, you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfuckin’ wall
Who the flyest of them all?

Ride Clean

Lyrics to ‘Ride Clean’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Situation

Lyrics to ‘Situation’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Can I Live

Lyrics to ‘Can I Live’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Put It Down

Lyrics to ‘Put It Down’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

New Thang

Lyrics to ‘New Thang’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Get Money

Lyrics to ‘Get Money’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

DJ Khaled Intro

Lyrics to ‘DJ Khaled Intro’ by Trina:

Lyrics Will Be Update Soon!!!

Transition

It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta
–Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star Lyrics to ‘Transition’ by Snoop Dogg:

–Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
–Verse: Snoop Dogg–
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?