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Lyrics: IGGY AZALEA “Fancy” (feat. Charli XCX)

[Verse 1 — Iggy Azalea:]
First thing’s first, I’m the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I’m still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I’m givin’ lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin’ worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin’ all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin’ ’88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin’, you should taste that

[Hook — Charli XCX:]
I’m so fancy
You already know
I’m in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I’m so fancy
Can’t you taste this gold?
Remember my name
‘Bout to blow

[Verse 2 — Iggy Azalea:]
I said, “Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this.”
Can’t stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, each beat did depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can’t shop in no department
To get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can’t worry ’bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I’m up in here with some change to throw

[Hook — Charli XCX:]
I’m so fancy
You already know
I’m in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I’m so fancy
Can’t you taste this gold?
Remember my name
‘Bout to blow

[Bridge — Charli XCX:]
Trash the hotel
Let’s get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don’t give a fuck
Film star, yeah I’m deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don’t get to touch
Ow…

[Verse 3 — Iggy Azalea:]
Still stuntin’, how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don’t touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
It’s just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothin’
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

[Hook — Charli XCX:]
I’m so fancy
You already know
I’m in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I’m so fancy
Can’t you taste this gold?
Remember my name
‘Bout to blow

[Outro:]
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow

Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
About to blow

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LYRICS: JASON DERULO “Wiggle” (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Hey, yo, Jason
Say somethin’ to her
Holla at her
[Laughs]
I got one question
How do you fit all that in them jeans?
[Laughs]

You know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Just a little bit of… swing

Patty cake, Patty cake
With no hands
Got me in this club making wedding plans
If I take pictures while you do your dance
I can make you famous on Instagram

Hot damn it
Your booty like two planets
Go head, and go ham sammich
Whoa, I can’t stand it

‘Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Just a little bit of… swing

Cadillac, Cadillac, pop that trunk
Let’s take a shot
Alley oops that dunk
Tired of working that 9 to 5
Oh baby let me come and change your life

Hot damn it
Your booty like two planets
Go head, and go ham sammich
Whoa, I can’t stand it

‘Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(Shake it, shake it girl)
Just a little bit of
(Little bit of, little bit of, little bit of swing!)

[Snoop Dogg:]
Shake what your mama gave you
Misbehave you
I just wanna strip you, dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you
What they do
Taste my rain drops, OK boo
Now what you will and what you want and what you may do
Completely separated,
Till I deeply penetrate it
Then I take I out, and wipe it off
Eat it, ate it, love it, hate it
Overstated, underrated, everywhere I been can
You wiggle, wiggle for the D, O, double G, again?

Come on baby
Turn around (turn around, turn around, turn around)
You’re a star girl
Take a bow (take a bow, take a bow, take a bow)
It’s just one thing that’s killing me
How’d you get that in them jeans?

You know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(Shake it, shake it girl)
Just a little bit of
(Little bit of, wiggle wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle

Now make it clap
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Now make it clap
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Make it clap
(Baby when you do it like that)
Just a little bit of
Now make it clap
No hands baby, make it clap, clap, clap
(Like swing)

Damn baby you got a bright future behind you

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Turn Down For What Lyrics Lil’ Jon

Fire up your loud
Another round of shots

Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what

Fire up your loud
Another round of shots

Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what

Fire up your loud
‘nother round of shots
Fire up your loud
‘nother round of shots
Fire up your loud
‘nother round of shots
Fire up your loud
‘nother round of shots

Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what

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Lyrics: Trey songz- na na

Put your hands in the air, the air
(Trigga)
Put your, put your hands in the air
(Mustard on the beat ho)

Ooh, na-na
Look what you done started
Ooh, na-na
Why you gotta act so naughty
Ooh, na-na
I’m ’bout to spend all this cash
Ooh, na-na
If you keep shaking that, oh

Ooh, na-na-na
Put your hands in the air if you’re loving tonight
Ooh, na-na-na
Keep your hands in the air if you’re spending the night
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say it like
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say

Baby I’m the one you like, yeah
I’m a give you what you like, yeah
Oh, yeah
I’m a give it to you right, yeah
Best time of your life, yeah, oh yeah
Baby when you ready tell the waitress get the check
Girl I know you ready I ain’t even gotta check
You been through the worst let me show you who the best
You know I’m a get you right, get them boys to the left, like

Ooh, na-na
Look what you done started
Ooh, na-na
Why you gotta act so naughty
Ooh, na-na
I’m ’bout to spend all this cash
Ooh, na-na
If you keep shaking that, oh, oh

Ooh, na-na-na
Put your hands in the air if you’re loving tonight
Ooh, na-na-na
Keep your hands in the air if you’re spending the night
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say it like
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say

You the one who’s hella bad, yeah
You the one they never had, yeah, oh, yeah
All the problems you done had, yeah
Leave them broke fellas in the past, yeah, oh, yeah
Girl you had good, but I could give you better
I’ll have you thinking ’bout forever
I’m a make you say

Ooh, na-na
Look what you done started
Ooh, na-na
Why you gotta act so naughty
Ooh, na-na
I’m ’bout to spend all this cash
Ooh, na-na
If you keep shaking that, oh, oh

Ooh, na-na-na
Put your hands in the air if you’re loving tonight
Ooh, na-na-na
Keep your hands in the air if you’re spending the night
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say it like
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say

I’m feeling lucky tonight
Everybody say
When we leave this party, you gon’ love me tonight
Everybody say
You feeling lucky tonight (tonight girl)
When we leave this party, you gon’ love me tonight

Ooh, na-na-na
Put your hands in the air if you’re loving tonight
Ooh, na-na-na
Keep your hands in the air if you’re spending the night
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say it like
Ooh, na-na now, na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Everybody say

Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh, na-na-na-na-na
Hands in the air
Na-na-na-na-na
Hands in the air
Na-na-na
Hands in the air
Na-na-na-na-na

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Lyrics: Hella Hoes- A$ap Mob

[Hook: ASAP Nast] x2
Hoes, I got hella hoes
I got hoes, I got hella hoes
I got hoes, and I’m selling dope
And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know

[Verse 1: ASAP Twelvyy]
I got a start in these streets, extra hard with these hoes
We move hard in these streets, young God, X’ing them O’s
I’m like God in these streets, got a tech in my coat
I go hard in these streets, Johnny Depp with the blow
I flip nickels and O’s, I flip powder and bass
I done shoveled the snow, I done showered with the state
See the flowers gone grow and the power gone raise
And we came through the door, here we got us a race

[Verse 2: ASAP Ferg]
All these diamonds in my teeth
I’m gone off a gallon of Hennessy
Better let your bitch go cause she’s feeling me
And Versace your ho, she fuck him and me
And I gave her the beast like I’m Timothy
Moonwalk in that pussy like Billie Jean
And I open your chest like you Janet Jackson
And I blam-blam like you Timberlake
I put him in a lake and I penetrate
Let it sit in your face like a dinner date
Then bust open your grill, let it ventilate
And my niggas is killers, what can I say?
With a crew of gorillas like 50 Cent
And they peelin’ bananas, no dinner plate
And I’m only gone rob with my syndicate
A$AP ’til I die, make it period

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky]
Uh, pretty mothafucka, pull up in this bitch like
Uh, jiggy mothafucka, hella hoes on my dick like
Uh, really with the shit, if a nigga trip, loading up the clip
Never slip, tight, never sleep, finna let it rip in this bitch
(Aight) Pistols poppin’, pussies droppin’
Niggas coppin’, bottles poppin’
Roxies choppin’, Oxycontin, word to A$AP Lotto
Live down Collins mobbin’ slow
Syrup got me throwed, mouth is full of gold
If I overdose, just let ’em know
Alright, I got hella hoes

[Hook] x2

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Lyrics: Drake 0 to 100

[Verse 1]
Fuck bein’ on some chill shit
We got 0 to 100 nigga, real quick
They be on that rap to pay the bill shit
And I don’t feel that shit, not even a little bit
Oh Lord, know yourself, know your worth, nigga
My actions been louder than my words, nigga
How you sold out, but still so down to Earth, nigga
If niggas wanna do it, we can do it on ya turf, nigga
Oh Lord, I’m the rookie and the vet
Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin’ down the set
All up in my phone, lookin’ at pictures from the other night
She gon’ be upset if she keep scrollin’ to the left, dawg
She gon’ see some shit that she don’t wanna see
She ain’t ready for it
If I ain’t the greatest then I’m headed for it
That mean I’m way up
The 6 ain’t friendly but it’s where I lay up
This shit a mothafuckin’ lay up
I been Steph Curry with the shot
Been cookin’ with the sauce, chef, curry with the pot, boy
360 with the wrist, boy
Who the fuck them niggas is, boy?
OVO, man we really with the shits, boy
Really with the shits
I should prolly sign a Hit-Boy cause I got all the hits, boy
Fuck all that “Drake you gotta chill” shit
I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit
Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bill shit
Yeah, I’m on some Raptors pay my bills shit
All up on TV, I thought it’d make me richer
Wasn’t payin’ me enough, I needed somethin’ quicker
So now I’m all in Niko’s basement puttin’ work in on the phones
Either that or drive to money mart to make the pickups
Man it’s 2008, I’m tryna paint the picture
Comeback Season in the works and now I’m thinkin’ bigger
I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night
Gotta watch that shit, don’t want to make him sicker
That’s my nigga
Oh Lord, got a whole lot to show for it
I mean we can really get it, we can go for it
I’m just here for the bucks and the billi’s, nigga
Don’t make me kill one of the GOAT’s for it
Ugh, I run this shit, they like “Go Forrest
Run Forrest, run Forrest, go Forrest”
Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us
Damn, nigga, what’s one more quote for us?
Oh Lord, who else soundin’ like this?
They ain’t make me what I am, they just found me like this
I was ready… fuck that, I’ve been ready
Since my dad used to tell me he was comin’ to the house to get me
He ain’t show up
Valuable lesson, man I had to grow up
That’s why I never ask for help
I’ll do it for you niggas and do it for myself

[Hook]
I go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, whole squad on that real shit
0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, real fuckin’ quick, nigga
0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, whole squad on that real shit
0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, real fuckin’ quick, nigga

[Part II: The Catch Up]

[Bridge]
Whole squad on that real shit
The whole squad on that real shit

[Verse 2]
The other night, Lavish Lee told me that I’m all these people listen to
She said they love me unconditional
Imagine how I feel to watch another nigga at the top
You know that if it wasn’t you, you would be dissin’ you, dawg
Damn, okay, from that perspective
I can see what you’re talkin’ ’bout, no way to soften it
Cause me, I was tryna find out where I lost ’em at
But maybe I ain’t lose ’em at all
Maybe I keep movin’ forward and they just stagnant, they ain’t movin’ at all
But when they need a favor, who do they call?
Maybe I’m searchin’ for the problems, askin’ what was said and who was involved
Too focused on people’s feedback and provin’ ’em wrong
They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it’s on
These days feel like I’m squeezin’ in ’em
Whoever wore ’em before just wasn’t thinkin’ big enough
I’m ’bout to leave ’em with ’em
Cause if I run in the game in these, man the seams are splittin’
No pun intended but they’re smellin’ defeat in the air
Headed where nobody took it, who meetin’ me there?
They tell him that he’s talkin’ crazy but he doesn’t care
Bein’ humble don’t work as well as bein’ aware
Listen up, boy, you’re better off eavesdroppin’
We already got spring 2015 poppin’
PND droppin’, Reps-up P droppin’
Majid Jordan droppin’, OB droppin’, not to mention me droppin’
Feel like we paid the refs off, man we fixed the game
Me and Noel been at it before Twitter names
Yeah, been on the move like the lease is up
And I can’t even name one person that’s keepin’ up
Damn, fuck how I was in the past tense
Ask himself, how do we match up now?
Cause I’m only 27 and I’m only gettin’ better
If I haven’t passed you yet, watch me catch up now, forreal

[Outro: James Blake] x16
Could it be the way that I’ll catch up

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Lyrics: Raekwon ft Akon – Call of duty

[Hook: Akon]
This is a renegade salute, yeah we on that
And keep what we kill, yeah we on that
We never fightin’ we just cock and go click clack
Turn that ass ‘round, bring it all back
Know you see me
I know you see me
I know you see me

[Bridge: Akon]
Everybody call me the top driver
Run it down to the end of the drive line
This is a callout, callout, callout
Are you ready for the massacre?
Somebody throwing down, down, down, down
Sirens blaring, but they can’t help you now
Sirens, can’t help you now

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Murder by numbers in Monaco
Me all fresh to death, big white thing go kinda slow
Got my elites in the suites, my stones is roughed up
Camouflage pants, my gold cheek
When we go, yo, we go together
Whatever is said, it’s still combat boots on the door
Still get a million a week, got the lions in the yard
Barbeque and breadsticks and chic
Fly generals, international, rational raps
Who kill like ten percent of these rats
My team thumpin’ in the crunches
We fucks with the hard, not anything else just hard

[Hook: Akon]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Tiger claw scar on his neck, rockin’ links
Mad Bull PTS riles and minks
Soldiers and gorillas fall fast in the paint
Protect the projects, intersections, and inks
You still prove gooses are we mooses?
Ears and eyes, mad jury on that blare like acoustics
Kill, kill, kill, kill, yeah more, while she’s dying to feel
Soldier ceremony, we gon’ go with horses
Nobody dying tonight, cause I said so
More gold chariots, fly back, we fly home
Sit back blinded in the cabin, General Bang
Hundred medals on his chest, neck and stab him

[Hook + Bridge: Akon]

[Outro: Akon]
(Revolutionary) What is it like to be helpless?
When you’re laying there hungry, yeah
Feel the pain and you’re half dead
Not a game, no contest
And no matter how strong you are
Thought that you could be
You listen to me (hey)

[Hook: Akon]