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BIG SEAN Moves lyrics

Yeah
Sex game had her ass blowing me up
Sex game had her ass texting me up
Yeah
808 Mafia
Whoa

I got the moves
I got the moves
I'm making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I'm making moves)
I got the moves (I got the moves)
I'm making moves (I'm making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (l do)
I make the city move (I do)

Look, give me the ball and I will have to pass it
I ain't passing out until I'm asthma attacking
I take a plan and then I back to back it
Hit after hit, check the batting average
I take the work, flip it, acrobatic
Got a little time and a lot of talent
Do a little talking and a lot of action
Seen the competition, hmm.. not a challenge
I lean, I move, I walk through in this bitch
Packed out but I can count on my hands
Who I'mma talk to in this bitch
Girl's from law school in this bitch
Yeah, they Paralegals, barely 21
That's very legal, but they doing shit that's probably barely legal
Awe man
It's that nigga that you probably least expected
I just had a couple dots that need connecting
Now your top 5 getting redirected
From here on out it'll be consecutive
We making moves like Tarantino, like J.J. Abrams
Moving like Channing Tatum
Moving like Jason Statham
Motherfuck the whole industry
Half of these niggas my mini-me's
I got this bitch going off more than breaking and entering
You hot for a minute, me
I make the shit that last for infinity
Hop in the booth, man that shit like a gym to me
Don't test the agility
Silly, silly, thinking that the negativity you talking could ever fuck up the tranquility
Okay, okay, okay, I'm on Rodeo for the day
If you owe me then you better pay your layaway, away
Stay away, or your ass might get K.O., kay today
Man that "pew! pew!" hit your ass from like way, oh ways, away


I got the moves
I got the moves (whoa)
I'm making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I'm making moves)
I got the moves ( I got the moves)
I'm making moves (I'm making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (I do)
I make the city move (yeah I do)

Look, I'm a don, I'm a don, I'm a don (don)
I gave my whole family jobs and I take care of my mom
808 Mafia
Me and my girl been through so much, that's my partner in crime
Touch any of the above, now you're harder to find
Gone

NINE INCH NAILS Burning Bright lyrics

I'm goin' back
Of course I am
As if I ever had a choice
Back to what I always knew I was
On the inside
Back to what I really am
Look at this pathetic place I made
With little bits of sticks and hair, and anything I found along the way
And tell yourself, you know
You're not really what you know you are, you know?
Of course you do
I think I may have even listened to you
I think I may have even listened to you
At the height of my demise

(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and
(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and
(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and
(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and

I am forgiven, I am free
I am a field on fire
I am forgiven, I am free
I am a field on fire


Oh my god I missed you, it's been so long
And I am stronger than I have ever been in my decline
I am stronger than I have ever been in my decline
Now I know, now I know, now I know for certain
Now I know for certain
Shedding any
Burn, motherfucker!
Carry the carcass and throw it on
Pull up a chair and watch
The flies come roaring out
And will surround the entire world
And blacken out the sky and every last one of you
Like a plague of locusts
Like an exit, like an end, like the end

(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and
(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and
(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and
(Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Break through the surface and

I am forgiven, I am free
I am a field on fire
I am forgiven, I am free
I am a field on fire

I am forgiven, I am free
I am a field on fire
I am forgiven, I am free
I am a field on fire

It's getting hard to know which side is the dream
I can't tell if I am dreaming anymore

YO GOTTI Castro lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I'm Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I'm Castro, yah
Kickin' bitches like I'm Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I'm in the Playoffs (in the game)
I'm in Saks goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin' AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin', they amazed
Put me on a track with 'Ye
In the kitchen rocking 'Ye's
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin', we don't do the phone
They record everythin' we say


Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off

Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They'll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin' on the top ropes
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin' in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin' round with extendo
Ridin' round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin' out the window
Niggas shootin' at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin', better lay low

Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can't finesse me, I'm the finest
AKA, it's your Highness
I don't know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin' soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin' like the '9'ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diamond
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon says nigga stop takin' my shit
Nigga, start rhymin'
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off

CHANCE THE RAPPER Merry Christmas Lil' Mama lyrics
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
All them gifts need gift wrap
Fireplace on kickback
Christmas dinner, you did that
Merry Christmas, lil' mama

Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Know you got it from your mama
Know you got it
Every day feel like Christmas, you gifted, on my mama
My Christmas song make her scream
She like the way that I sang
She don't tell me what she want
But I know just what she want, Christmas
Mistletoe with your misses
I'm all that she missin'
I'm with my fam, I'm with my blood
I swear this Bhristmas
Mama house not a soul missin'
Eatin' good got big dishes
Get along even long distance
She textin' me with the Santa pictures, I say

Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
All them gifts need gift wrap
Fireplace on kickback
Christmas dinner, you did that
Merry Christmas, lil' mama


All I want for Christmas is some pretty bitches
With some tig ole bitties, Santa is you fuckin' with me
Ayy lil' mama let me bang, bang, bang
Ayy lil' mama let me bang, bang, bang, heard you
All I want for Christmas, all, all, all I want for Christmas
Is some pretty Christmas, Christmas, for Christmas
Ayy lil' mama let me bang, bang, bang
Ayy lil' mama let me bang, bang, bang

Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Happy birthday, Jesus
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
All them gifts need gift wrap
Fireplace on kickback
Happy birthday, Jesus
Christmas dinner, you did that
Merry Christmas, lil' mama

Hap, hap, hap, hap, hap, happy birthday
Hap, hap, hap, hap, hap, happy birthday
Hap, hap, hap, hap, hap, happy birthday
It's your, it's your birthday, it's your, it's your birthday
R.I.P. Rashad, R.I.P. Rashad
R.I.P. Rashad, I said R.I.P. Ra, R.I.P. Rashad
Happy birthday, Jesus

Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Happy birthday, Jesus
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
All them gifts need gift wrap
Fireplace on kickback
Happy birthday
Christmas dinner, you did that
Merry Christmas, lil' mama

JEREMIH Chi Town Christmas lyrics

Snow's in the air
Tree everywhere
Wind from the lake
Something in the air
Christmas is here
Bring your lady, chill
Zero below
Only in the [?]
Pretty ring, I know
But she hit the phone
Just what she own
Saw her on the streets
Timbs on my feet
Best time to give
Chi-Town it is
Fam all around
Trying to run the town
Love how it smells
Bucket full of wings
Trying to give about five golden rings
Balling for the chill's
Drinks on, get your smoke on
When I break, no school zone
Footwork, yeah, get your step on on

Merry, merry christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest

Jeremih on the beat
Lighting up a tree
7 nominees
I cannot believe
Pray for '79th
Pray for '79th
For a city all the way to over East
Now I'm flying in
Where you wanna land?
Million pair again
Big frost bucks
Baby, finna hit the plaza
Grab a couple plasma's
You don't want no athsma
Hot sauce on my wings
Nights at the rink
These are a few of my fav things

Merry, merry christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest

CHANCE THE RAPPER The Tragedy lyrics

Oooh, snow is fallin'
Oooh, winter is callin'
Winter is callin' you, oooh
Oooh, snow is fallin'
Oooh, winter is callin'
Winter is callin' you, oooh, oooh

Old man, sittin' on the corner
Old man, been there four years
Old man, weepin' on the corner
Tryna find what's his
Old man weepin' in the corner
Cold again, it snowed again
Old man waitin' by the corner
Waitin' on winter again
He needs help
He needs help
He needs Heaven
He needs Heaven
Old man waitin' by the corner
Old man drinkin' by the corner
Tryna find somewhere warmer
Some place that he can get warmer tonight
Winter's coming
Winter's coming
Old man sittin' on the corner
Tryna find what's his

When I was your craving and only this mattered
This jingle bell sanctified, sugared in batter
Our heathenous appetite, ever and after
Like Christmas will save us and bathe us in rapture
Mr. Happy, Mr. Matrimony
Mr. Half-A-Block-Away-From-Stony
I love you
There's something hauntin', dauntin' 'bout your presence
Casper essence, ghost of Christmas past
Phantom of unraveling his laugh
Opera, string quartet
Curtain's up, but the whole room darkened up
I know winter was callin' you
Me baby, my baby
He Chris with the Kringle in rooms filled with ladies
They lovin' his presence, a blessin' a blessin'
I'm guessin' you happy
I'm knowin' you answered
When winter was callin' you