Usher – Birthday lyrics

Zaytoven

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Tonight you gon’ party, tear down the city
You got a section
Your sister, your cousin, your bestie with it
You birthday flexing
Pop champagne, ain’t no sips, straight from the bottle
Yeah, that’s it
Night just started, gone and make a wish
Maybe later you’ll get that birthday dick
Baby you so special (So special)
That birthday suit you wearing looks so sexual
She got a body like a bottle ’cause she bought it
Did it in Miami ’cause she knew she could afford it
Birthday sex test drive that model

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

How many girls gone be poppin’ rubber bands
Up in the place, tippin’ them dancers, smackin’ ass
What the hell you sippin’ tonight
She say if it’s brown, she ain’t faithful tonight
She wanna wild out, she wild out, she wanna play
Wanna get fucked up, she wanna live for today
She wanna wild out, she wanna kiss on her friend
And that’s the kind of mood she in

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Your girl got a birthday, yeah
Your sister got a birthday, yeah
Your niece got a birthday, yeah
Your auntie got a birthday, yeah
Your mama got a birthday, yeah
Your baby mama got a birthday, yeah
Your daughter got a birthday, yeah
Is your birthday, Is your birthday

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

Young Thug – Money Turning Me On Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

Juice WRLD – Flavor Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

Drake – March 14 Lyrics

[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah

[Verse]
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met two times, two times
And both times were nothin’ like the new times
Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
It’s breakin’ my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
Always promised the family unit
I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
But this is the harsh truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more or who’s not there
Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
Now, look, I’m too proud
To let that come between me and you now
Realize I gotta think for two now
I gotta make it, I better make it
I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
I can’t forget the looks on they faces
Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
For our cheers to the next generation
But this Champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
But man, you know
I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
He probably coulda did stand-up
Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
October baby for irony sake, of course
I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

[Bridge]
God willin’, I got a good feelin’
You got a good spirit
We’ll talk more when you hear this
My G

[Outro]
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
I’m all alone, no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man