Report: Bad Bunny canceled his 2020 AMAs performance after positive COVID-19 test

Report: Bad Bunny canceled his 2020 AMAs performance after positive COVID-19 test
He appeared remotely to present Becky G with the award for Favorite Female Latin Artist.

By Jordan Darville

November 23, 2020

Bad Bunny canceled his previously scheduled performance at last night’s 2020 American Music Awards after testing positive for COVID-19, according to a report in Pitchfork.

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The Puerto Rican artist was scheduled to perform his new single “Dákiti” with Jhay Cortez. While he did not take the stage, Bunny still appeared remotely to announce Becky G as the winner of the Favorite Female Latin Artist prize. Bad Bunny won two prizes himself, Favorite Male Latin Artist and Favorite Latin Album for YHLQMDLG.

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The FADER has reached out to Bad Bunny’s representatives for more information.

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Bad Bunny cast in season three of Narcos: Mexico

Bad Bunny cast in season three of Narcos: Mexico
Bad Bunny will make his debut acting role as an upper society kid who joins the ’Narco Juniors’ gang.

By Shaad D'Souza

November 11, 2020

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Bad Bunny has already released two extremely great albums this year — March’s YHLQMDLG and its companion album, May’s LAS QUE NO IBAN A SALIR — but the Puerto Rican megastar isn’t done yet. Today, Netflix has announced that Bad Bunny, born Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, will play a member of the ‘Narco Juniors’ gang in the forthcoming third season of Narcos: Mexico, its hugely popular spin-off of the series Narcos. As Pitchfork notes, this season of the show is set in the 1990s, and Ocasio is set to play Arturo “Kitty” Paez, a “rich, well-connected kid from upper society who fell in with the cartel life for the money, drugs, and violence.” Netflix has not announced when season three of Narcos: Mexico will drop.

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Los Originales De San Juan – El Cara De Chango Lyrics

“Y ahi le va viejillo guango… !
Aqui le canta su padre hijo del cocho… !
Y aguante el chorizo viejillo hediondo… !
Y aqui el que canta es tu padre guey… !

Ando bien encabronado
La culpa la tiene un chango
Tiene mucho parcido
Con los que traigo colgando

Anda hablando babosadas
Y eso no me esta gustando

Yo no lo queria creer
Que este chango me retara
Ya se paso de la raya
Hizo que me encabronara

Siempre soy mejor que tu
Pinche viejo sancas miadas

Cien por ciento Jaliciense
Siempre lo voy a gritar
Mexicano hasta la madre
Con eso no hay mas que hablar

Yo le canto a quien yo quiera
Pinche viejillo punal

Pa’ que veas que no soy gacho
Yo quiero hacerte un favor
En un circo muy famoso
Conosco bien un senor

A ver si te da trabajo
De changuito cantador

“Y ora viejillo hediondo… Ya deje de presumir
Lo pendejo no sea guey… !… “

Yo na canto porque se
Ni porque mi voz sea buena
Pero el que muere de envidia
Que la raza nos prefiera

Asi no se hacen las cosas
No me ande con chingaderas

Mejor para tu carreta
Chango de circo corriente
Quieres medirte conmigo
Me vas a pelar los dientes

Sabes muy bien que soy tu padre
Y tu solo eres ojete

Si quieres llegar muy lejos
Caminen lo mio primero
Que viva toda mi raza
Que viva mexico entero

De ardor mueren los quemados
Pinche changuito culero

Pete Seeger – Living In The Country Lyrics

(Traditional)

You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us
It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band

The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there’s a 92 year old woman
Who wrote a song, which some of you may know
She plays it, who knows it?

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

When I’m dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I’ve gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

Pedro Infante – Dios Si Existe Lyrics

Voy a cantarles
El cantar de los cantares
La bella estrofa de este
Pueblo del señor

Estas cruzada con tu
Grito en el espacio
Dios si existe lo
Juraste con ardor

Pueblo de Mexico
En tu seno te cobija
Dando una muestra
De tu enseña y tu valor

Y con la sangre de
Los buenos mexicanos
Si es necesario
Apagaremos el clamor

Oh pueblo mio
Con tus propios ideales
Sigue adelante
Enseñando la verdad

Cuida a tus hijos
Que no caigan en desgracia
Dandole oido a la mentira
Y falsedad

Mexico entero
Que afirmaste tu creencia
Y considera venturoso
El porvenir

Es la fe que hay en tu pueblo
Es arraigada que constituye
Tu grandeza en el vivir
Haciendo un canto interminable
Que se ensancha con esta frase
Que escribimos con amor

Dios si existe
Pues es la verdad suprema
Y a los que duden
Les otorgue su perdon

Jesse Jagz – Awake Lyrics

Oh girl you satisfy me, you satisfy me
Oh girl you satisfy me, you satisfy me
As far as I see, oh girl you satisfy me
Roll it roll it roll it with me girl
Hold it girl control it with me yeah
Roll it in slow motion to me girl
When I’m lonely, will you roll it with me yeah
Come roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me

[Verse 1]
Destiny calls nigga, here we go
Surround the walls of Jericho
Your whole life feel like a mary-go
It’s round and round but very slow
I come from a town where it nearly snows
But yet you never know
My niggas what the hell we blow
Is near below so in principle I’m invincible
And I’ve been asking lately if the past will take me
Down this river like a basket baby
Will she ask to take me or assassinate me?
Cause I’m bat-shit crazy, asking baby
Basket baby, gotta get out of this casket baby
I’m asking lady, can master save me?
I’ve been tryna get back to mombasa
Taraba baby, Zaria baby
I was built from the house of Tara baby
Allah made me, grown in the Sahara baby
Every night was water and cassava baby
Destiny calls nigga, here we go
Climb over the boarder of Mexico
I guess you know who’s the next to blow
How I get this flow like Texaco
And no matter what they do they can’t affect it no
And the youth dem-ah never been respected no
It’s the professional yo, intellectual snow
DJs respect and select it yo

[Hook]
Roll it roll it roll it with me girl
Hold it girl control it with me yeah
Roll it in slow motion to me girl
When I’m lonely, will you roll it with me yeah
Come roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me

[Verse 2]
Destiny calls, in unism
Climb over the walls of Jerusalem
Confusing em, the music is moving em
It’s new to em, It’s like a hallucinogen
Basket baby, tryna get out of this casket baby
Asking lady will she ask to take me or assassinate me
Or she’ll castigate me cause I’m bat-shit crazy
Destiny calls, nigga here we wait
Over the walls of Babylon’s aluminum gates
Solution awaits, how many moon revolutions
Will it take for the revolution to awake
Basket baby, I’ve been asking lately
Asking baby can master save me
Cause, I’ve been tryna get back to mombasa baby
Destiny calls in unism
Climb over the walls of Jerusalem
Choose you sin, choose a gin, masseuse her skin
Lose or win, I never seen a loser win
The shoes are in, it’s too small to [?] her skin
Out the sky is a parachute [?]
[?]
Don’t you know you a built bulletproof within
I know the truth would stand, you were built to stand
My troopers land like superman
Cape on his back, major attack made on a mic
Name on a track and the angel is back
And you can never blame where you at
Many make moves many more came too react
Name on a plaque, fame is a trap
Jade on my back, this is how I made it to rap

[Outro]
Come satisfy me
Come roll for it me (early in the morning)
Control it with me (another break another dawning)
Come roll it with me, girl come roll it with me
Early in the morning (roll it with me)
Another break another dawning (control it with me)
Roll it me, come roll it with me
Girl come roll it with me
Come lift me up, lift me up, champion
Lift me up, lift me up, come lift me up
Lift me up…

Forever Came Calling – If Bukowski Could See Me Now Lyrics

Let’s get reckless like the ocean ‘cause I’m careless like the sea
I watched you walk inside this crowded room, trying to drink the void in you
We’re all searching for something intangible, breaking moons apart to let the ocean know

You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
Sitting tongue out and spinning, traded true love for a ring
Walk the shores of Mexico and finally calmed her seas

You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
So crack my heart, and let you finish those lines
‘cause the actors that we play are taking on our lives

Of all the things she swore she ever meant, still in my head it’s “the difference.”
I guess you were just smarter than the gate to drug use and awkward sex
My best friends will be the death of me, but I gotta say it’s the only way to be
Did your best to try and find change, nickel and dimed but pennies ain’t got nothing to say

She crashes those waves, she is dead weight
Did you ever find change?

Vargskelethor – Dia De Muertos Lyrics

Esto musica es una mierda

f**k christmas
That’s right
Yeah
Heres a holiday
That’s better

Mexico
Day of the dead

Chinga de puta madre cabron

Day of the dead
I wish we celebrated that
Dia de los muertos
Why can’t we have that
Oh yeah
Ugh
Swedish midsummer
Sucks ass

Tonto del culo

Day of the dead
I wish we celebrated that
Dia de los muertos
Este restaurante esta de la chingada

GLOCK Lyrics and Video Song – Dilpreet Dhillon | Parmish Verma | Jinde Meriye

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Hoo…

Ho kaaleya raahan da kayi raahi aakh de
Maut chandri da kayi maahi aakh de
Ho kayi aakhi jaande bhuchal munde nu
Sehar tere jatt nu tabhaai aakh de

Aai maut de vi nahio munda pairi girda
Shehar goreya de vigdeya jatt firda
Naam unjh Mexico takk bolda
Boldi bandook munda ghatt bolda

oh ta agg da barola
Poora khabra ch raula
Auunda gun da karaunda thakk thakk turreya

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho shera aale jigra tere kabbe yaar da
Firda street’aa vich gunde maarda
Ho bhad’de aule vairi jaag de
Tere jatt nu aa dhakk champion aakh de

Bethe maawan kole darde jawaak sun layi
Hunde 9mm de khadaak sunn layi
Ho giddara de wagh waang jhund ch ni rehnda
Kalla firda muchha nu dinda batt tureya

Munda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya

Ow shehar tere de raj aa ni
O itthe masla ni koi votan da
Maahda calculator
Sadde hisab ni launda note’aa da
Ho likhde aan
Te khulla hi gaune aan
Khulle hi kharche ne
Te khulle hi kamaune aa
Kyun, paidi hai phir dhakk champion!

Germ – Bodybag Lyrics

[Intro]
Another nigga body bagged (Huh)
Another nigga body bagged (Ay)

[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick (Bad shit)

[Verse]
Movin like the president
Thought dat was evident
I’m feelin type heaven sent, nah I’m just arrogant
Flooded pussy bitch be wet
Done dived in wit no vest
I’m gone flex Pablo talk dat check
Medellin elect
Ice tray da game gulf of Mexico call up da plug
Steppin in deez Valentinos 3flip f**k it, f**k em up
You can’t live like us
Better tighten up
Pull up military rover truck pullin Chernobyl stunts
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary

[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick

Los Cuates De Sinaloa – El Botas Blancas Lyrics

Ya no soy el ayudante
Hoy soy jefe de las plazas
Ya no son pacas de a kilo
Las converti en toneladas
Un tiempo fui campesino
Ahora soy ” EL BOTAS BLANCAS”
Ese rancho de la palma
Si vieras como te extraño
De una pricion de durango
Se les fugo un lisenciado
Tambien le llaman “EL TIO”
Jefe de jefes mentado
El dinero da poder
Como ya todos lo saben
“JUAREZ” eres mi terreno
Donde es mas verde el zacate
Por todo mexico entero
Tengo apoyo en todas partes
Hay una fiesta en la sierra
Me esta tocando la banda
Que toquen puros corridos
Y que nos cante el tal “CHAKA”
Saludos para mi hermano
El de la fija mirada
Yo todavia soy el bueno
Mi cuerno para el que brinque
Por todito culiacan
Los cartelones lo dicen
Mensajes para el gobierno
Nomas para que se ubiquen
Este negocio es maldito
Hay que saber aguantar
La mafia nunca perdona
Nos tenemos que adaptar
Pero pase lo que pase
“Saludos pa Culiacan”

Kip Moore – She’s Mine Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Love, I’ve been looking for a while
Been  close a couple times
Man,  she’s hard to find
And towns everywhere along the map
Well, I’ve traveled there and back
And  I wonder where she’s at

[Chorus]
Yeah,  maybe she’s in Dallas
Cheering for the Cowboys
Maybe  laying low down in Mexico
I know she loves the sunshine
Yeah, maybe she’s in Vegas
At a table dealing Blackjack
Hey,  if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Verse 3]
Life, it’s a crazy ride, isn’t it?
And I’m loving every minute
But it’d be better with her in it, yeah

[Chorus 2]
Maybe she’s living in a small town
And she’s taught to fear the Bible
But she’s got a couple friends that she runs around with
Dancin’ with the Devil
Maybe she’s sittin’ in a café
In a lonely crowded city
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Bridge]
Tell her I’m comin’, I’m runnin’
Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
That I want her, I love her
And I just can’t wait to meet her someday

[Chorus]
Hell, maybe she’s a hippie
Hangin’ on the west coast
With flowers in her hair, prob’ly doesn’t care
‘Bout nothin’ but a good time
Maybe she’s living up in New York
Working down on Wall Street
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Outro]
Yeah, tell her she’s mine
Tell her she’s mine
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers – Switchblade Lyrics

Went down to Mexico on the Fourth of July
I got a tattoo of a moth and a butterfly
Had a little time to burn, a little money to spend
And so I bought a switchblade for each of my friends

Pablo and Dan had a plan said
“We’re gonna get rich
Put the double cross
On a double crossin’ narco-snitch
Just a dirty little two-man job
But it’s a sure-fire win
And brother when we cut him down
We gonna cut you in.”

Yeah dumb and drunk as I was
You know I’d do it all again
Back when I bought a switchblade
For each of my friends

They were sharp enough to stab
Another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

They said, “Amigo don’tcha worry
Now we gonna disappear
Couple of months” they said
Now it’s been almost a year
I know that if you want that kind of money
Man you gotta stay brave
Federales are pullin’ bodies out of shallow graves

Yeah dumb and drunk as I was
You know I’d do it all again
Back when I bought a switchblade
For each of my friends

They were sharp enough to stab
Another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

Later in the fall, I got the call, “Boy won’tcha come down
Maybe put a name with a few unlucky faces we found.”
Now no matter what I do, can’t get my heart to mend
Somebody buried a switchblade in each of my friends

Yeah dumb and drunk as we was
You know I’d do it all again
Before I buried a switchblade
With each of my friends

They were sharp enough to stab another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

Yeah, they were sharp enough to stab another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

Young M.A – My Hitta Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon’ ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You’re my lil’ hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like…)
You not gon’ be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon’ bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let’s go, baby, I fuckin’ love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I’ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don’t trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I’m usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don’t have a boo ’cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that’s only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we fuckin’ up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it’s my b-day
But it’s just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)
Ooh, that’s a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I’m tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I’m sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it’s in fashion
Ooh, she said I’m nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (Ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I’m the vaccine
Blowin’ bags, poppin’ tags, we a tag team
And we fuckin’ up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin’ bags tippin’ over in the back seat
Coffee on the sheets, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn’t have me, even if she didn’t have me

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like season, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that’s common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it’s an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won’t ever let her go (No)
She my little lightnin’ bug (That’s right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (Uh huh), can’t ever tell her no
She my lil’ spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don’t follow other rappers, that’s that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, “It’s a wrap”, like on some foil shit (It’s a wrap)
‘Cause this Glock will get to steamin’, on some boil shit (Grrr)
‘Cause I’m a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta

Young Thug – Mannequin Challenge Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(You good, T-Minus?)
Uh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just did a week in jail and I caught me three new bitches (No cap)
Before you knew Dapper Don, bitch, I was Grandpa Grippin’ (On God)
I had a million dollars stashed away in a spot on the westside (Woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (Yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (Yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I’m puttin’ diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin’ noodles on the stove (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Off of the Perc’ and the Xan’ again, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in the sky like I’m Anakin, yeah (Yeah)
Doube G on me like mannequin, yeah (Yeah)
Make ’em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (Yeah)
Me and slime dealin’ and dash (Yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (Yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucked her, say hola, screamin’ in Spanish (Yeah)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny (Chk-chk, grra)
You and your Jack sound like you Randy (Grra)
I told that bitch to go swallow my kids
I don’t even wanna have no family (Yeah)
It’s me and Thugger, we rulin’ the planet, yeah
We goin’ harder than granite
Money old enough to fuck up your granny, yeah
I may go fuck on your granny

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

Kevin Abstract – Mississippi Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Verse 2]
In the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left ’em, uh
My feelings go when your feelings show
That’s the stuff that always come and bless you now
Now you’re pushin’ my lovin’, now you’re pushin’ my love
Tell me what you gotta do to try to keep it (next bar)
Tell me what I gotta do to try to keep it (ne-ne-ne-next bar)
Tell me all the ones you know to have you down since ’95
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Pre-Chorus]
Big wedding, this brother basketball so late in the park with them
My feelings don’t mean nothing whenever we arguing
I’m drunk in the backseat, tryna figure out how I can get out this bitch
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Outro]
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so much, I build nigga
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so, I play it so

Future – Gettin’ It In Lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

Pitbull – Ocean To Ocean Lyrics

They tried to get rid of me
But from ocean to ocean
They are gonna have to deal with me

Ayooooo!

I been overlooked, slept on
Stepped on, left for dead
Always against all eyez like Pac said
I’m the living Great Gatsby
But these boys will watch you quick and disappear like Banksy
From ocean to ocean, sea to sea
I’m something that you gotta see

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I practice what I preach but I ain’t gon’ lie
Still got love for these streets, 305 till I die
Still got love for these beats, that’s why I spit this fire
You can catch me on a beach, specially on the islands
Took over my city, now it’s time for the world
I live it, they rap it, there’s a difference, girl
Getting paid more than athletes, man, life is sweet
GM, owner status, Papo, watch me

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I got the world on my shoulders, still quick on my feet
Now I say, sleep is the cousin of death, so I don’t sleep
These boys act like they hard, but we know that they sweet
They wouldn’t bust a grape at a food fight, Papo please
Went from rapping with them boys with a mouth full of gold
To hanging with Slim Jr. down in Mexico
Take it with a grain of salt and a pound of gold
The game is to be sold, and not told, let’s go

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Goldfinger – Tijuana Sunrise lyrics

[Verse 1]
Blacked out again down in Mexico,
Jose Cuervo got me again.
Wasted again with El Diablo,
Alcohol my only friend.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smash the bottles on the reef,
Wash the dirt off of my feet,
That was the summer of my life.

[Chorus]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

[Verse 2]
I fell in love down in Mexico,
She took me for everything I had.
Woke up in jail in Rosarito, federales took it all,
I’m out of cash about to crash.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smash the bottles on the reef,
Wash the dirt off of my feet,
That was the summer of my life.

[Chorus]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

[Outro]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

The Dream Box Mechanics – Tarantino lyrics

Verse 1:
I was fever held
Sick as a dog near dead
Sprawled out and only friends
With my couch

When something made me
Turn my head
And it vaguely
Reminded me of Mexico

(Of Mexico…)

Post-Verse:

Dust blown down criminal roads
Buck shot, cold killers and knives
Brought to you tonight
By
Mr. Tarantino!

Bridge:

(A round of applause!)
C’mon and give it up!
Lets give it up again!
C’mon now give it up
Let’s give it up again
For Mr. Tarantino…

Outro-Chorus-Hook:

The stoke of Midnight
Fell to my remote
As I counted all of the stars
That ain’t going to heaven

Tonight…

(Let’s give it up for Mr. Tarantino)

Chief Keef – Couldn’t Take It Lyrics

Leave the door open baby, I get cakey
Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety
Mama always told never let a nigga play me
Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it
What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby
[?]
Cooling with the paper, balling in a major
Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that
Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at?
‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it
[?]
I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s
Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty
Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty
I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty
[?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter

I heard them fuck niggas was plotting on the low
From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low
I know everything before the thot did know
Pull up on your block poppin’ shit, Crisco
I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field

I can buy anything I want
Anything I want and then more
I ain’t never been to Mexico
But I’m smoking on Texaco
Remember pulling up in Volvos
Now I get 90 for 4 shows
Doing cars for the shows
Put it in the water, let’s flow
This ice comes from the North Pole
This don’t stop for my hoe
Man I got the fucking pack
And I got the muthafucking sack
It’s a lot of snakes in the grass

BROCKHAMPTON – BUMP lyrics

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that bump, bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh, what’s up?
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
We gon’ ride, ride, ride down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
We gon’ ride white lines all the way to Mexico
Merlyn! Merlyn!

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’ve been trappin’ out my momma house, dope boy
Money keep the water and the lights on, spray it like it’s Lysol
Your bitch don’t like the dark so we fuckin’ with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on, you the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery, I guess I’m hood rich
Chillin’ at the gallo, smokin’ Blacks with my hood bitch
You ain’t what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram, now tell me who you fuck with

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me operate
I ain’t here to talk now, nigga, we ain’t gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can’t moderate
I’ve been fiendin’ time to put these demons on display
‘Cause they don’t understand, I don’t give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
BROCKHAMPTON the clan, bitch, I ain’t your man
Like they’re stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch, I ain’t your friend, I ain’t havin’ kids
‘Cause I know that if I’m gon’ bring ’em in the world
My little spawns of Satan just might take off with your fucking girl

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

Young Thug – Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

Lil Durk – Just Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
Ye ye
Pussy homosexual
Gang gang in this muffucka turning up in this one time
You know Moneybag on the beat
Muffuckin brooks you feel me

[Verse]
Pussy homosexual
Cookie ain’t original
Love my niggas x and o’s
Smokin’ gas, testin’ coke
Found the plug in Mexico
All my diamonds eskimo
Off the perk I text the most
Rob the nigga flex the most
Flex like international
Grab her ass and squeeze her thoat
Bitches like to fuck wit coke
Trenches I’m they only hope
Treat my like a fuckin goat
Shooter I cannot get poked
Pussy he don wan no smoke
Nut he a actually blow
Turn you to a casserole
Chiraq gotta ride with gats
Molly weed perks and x
Gotta keep yo niggas close
Never know who next to go
You broke what you slackin’ for?
Killas they get cracked the most
Bronem got my back the most
System hate them backs for sure
Shortys they be coo coo gang
They don ever ask to blow
Bitch watch jackin for
My lil bitch is sexual
Nope, I can’t save a hoe
Bro, whachu save her for?
Drug, I could take the whole
Traffic, I could take a pole
No, drugs take it no
They a take your soul
Bitch just play your role
Nobody know
Homie invasion
If nobody home
Gotta felony, if its body home
Got my guns wit me
Ain’t no body [?]
And I’m hard body
Even though my body hard
I don know what Nuski say to me it’s probably God
Lil bro he shootin’ lil bro he a asshole
Killin and a snitch ass him Donnie Brasco
How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle
Lost [?] to cancer many I wish she battled
Caught that nigga lackin’ man I wish we got him
Glad we didn’t get him look up sight the camera
My bitch got grill, she from Alabama
Ans that bitch a savage she ain’t got no manners
She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer
Told her he got get a [?] and get her off the cameras
Bitch love drugs, I just gave her xannies
She don’t swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty
I just need my cheese I just need my fetty
[?] I might get some becky
All black Glock, just to match the Dickies
And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki
Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin’ tricky
If it feel like I can’t trust you then its up and blickin’
And I’m vegetarian, fuck some chicken
And you ain’t your scariest, you duckin’ niggas

[Outro]
Ion fuck wit niggas
Especially them sucker niggas
You know what I’m sayin’
Speakin’ facts man man 1000
1K

Kent Jones – Merengue

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

Kent Jones – Merengue lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

Chamillionaire Responds To Critics For Helping Deported Man’s Family

Chamillionaire has responded to critics who came at him for helping a deported man’s family.

The Texas rapper offered some finacial assistant to the family of Jorge Garcia. Garcia was recently deported to Mexico after living in the United States for most of his life. He has a wife and kids who he left behind and they are in need of financial assistance and that’s where the rapper stepped in. Social media has become a place to attack individuals these days and Chamillionaire got a taste of that backlash this week.

You would think that what he did was a good cause and one hundred percent I think he should have been getting praise for it, but some folks are accusing him of helping an outsider. The Houston native has since posted a video responding to the backlash. “A lot of people are hitting me saying, ‘I’m proud of you for wanting to help an immigrant family in their time of need’ but I a lot of people are hitting saying, ‘I don’t understand why a black man would want to help Mexicans’ and nonsense like, ‘They don’t do nothing for us black people need to help black people’” Chamillionaire said.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m from Texas. I know a lot of y’all have been led to believe the toxic narrative that Mexicans are doing this and Mexicans are doing that like they aren’t valuable contributors to our economy,” the “Ridin’ (Dirty)” rapper added.

TSR STAFF: Talia O. @theclosetratchet _______________________________________ Rapper #Chamillionaire has been quietly working to connect with the family of #JorgeGarcia. Thanks to the Trump administration's crackdown on immigration, he was recently deported back to Mexico after living in the U.S. for thirty years with no criminal record. Jorge has also spent close to $125,000 on legal costs in efforts to get himself legalized since 2005 to no avail. _______________________________________ The man's story gained traction thanks to Detroit Free Press reporter Niraj Warikoo. Chamillionaire wanted to reach out to the Garcia family so that he could assist with their finances in Jorge's absence. Unfortunately the rapper has received backlash for "not helping his own." He took to Instagram last night where he reminded people that he is a product of immigrants and criticized them for trying to diminish the role of immigrants in the United States. _______________________________________ "A lot of people are hitting me saying, 'I'm proud of you for wanting to help an immigrant family in their time of need,' but I a lot of people are hitting saying, 'I don't understand why a Black man would want to help Mexicans' and nonsense like, 'They don't do nothing for us! Black people need to help Black people!'" Chamillionaire began. _______________________________________ "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm from Texas. I know a lot of y'all have been led to believe the toxic narrative that Mexicans are doing this and Mexicans are doing that like they aren't valuable contributors to our economy and our society." The rapper went on to tell some little known facts about how his biggest record "Ridin' (Dirty)" was launched to success with the help of close—(View more at TheShadeRoom.Com!) ?: @chamillionaire

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Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Lana Del Rey – Last Girl On Earth Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby has a broken heart
She can’t belong to only one
Until another girl is found
I don’t pay for anything
My cigarettes or diamonds rings
My feet don’t even touch the ground

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Chariots of gold, I ride with Jay-Z, Jared Leto
I’m a superpower, now they call me the tornado.
I got roses in my hair, I belly dance, and do the tango
Sometimes I get lonely
Everybody told me no

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Verse 2]
Cleopatra used to rule
But she got nothing on me now
‘Cause I’m the last girl on earth
I turn the television on
They only play my favorite song
Since I’m the last girl on Earth

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Chariots of gold, I’m sitting, sipping cherry cola
Caesar said he’d fall in love with me if I was older
I own all of Mexico and I got my own roller-coaster
Sometimes I get lonely, millions can hold me now

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Bridge]
I stay up late at night, try not to think about it
Pretend I’m happy, willing all the word without love
I get so tired being on display somehow
Sometimes I get lonely, but millions all know me now

[Chorus – Variation]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
There’s no such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

Iggy Azalea – Good Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember like 10 years ago
I wanted my name up in bold
I wanted my name up in lights
I wanted to rock every show
I used to take pics in the mirror
I had to get ready for Vogue
And now I’m way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
Than I ever could’ve dreamed before
They pray for the damn on my love
But I still don’t give a fuck
We live in a world full of judgement
And they love to judge us
I think they love to discuss me
‘Cause their life is disgusting
I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
You can not tell me nothing
Na-nothing

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I’m at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

[Verse 2]
Top floor [?]
Eating dinner looking at the view
So high, see all of you
Each and every one who wanna see me lose
You looking at me but I’m looking through you
You tweeting crazy to me, what’s it to you?
Fall in line, this is danger for who?
Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
I’m just out here fucking living
Cut ’em off they’re forbidden
Trade the sides, they was tripping
They like ”Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!”
I go to sleep and y’all forgotten
Sorry boo, you’re not forgiven
Bring me breakfast while I’m swimming
I’m just out here fucking living

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I am at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good