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Britney Spears - (You Drive Me) Crazy [Lyrics]
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Lyrics:
Baby, I'm so into you
You got that something, what can I do?
Baby, you spin me around, oh
The earth is moving, but I can't feel the ground
Every time you look at me
My heart is jumping, it's easy to see
Loving you means so much more
More than anything I ever felt before
You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Oh, crazy, but it feels alright
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
Oh-oh
Tell me you're so into me
That I'm the only one you will see
Tell me I'm not in the blue, oh
That I'm not wasting my feelings on you
Loving you means so much more
More than anything I ever felt before
You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Oh, crazy, but it feels alright
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
Crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Crazy, but it feels alright
Every day and every night
You drive me crazy (You drive me crazy, baby)
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Oh, crazy (You make me feel alright)
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night (Oh-oh)
You drive me crazy (You drive me crazy, baby)
Yeah, yeah
Oh, crazy, but it feels alright (You drive me)
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
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Britney Spears - (You Drive Me) Crazy [Lyrics]
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Lyrics:
Baby, I'm so into you
You got that something, what can I do?
Baby, you spin me around, oh
The earth is moving, but I can't feel the ground
Every time you look at me
My heart is jumping, it's easy to see
Loving you means so much more
More than anything I ever felt before
You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Oh, crazy, but it feels alright
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
Oh-oh
Tell me you're so into me
That I'm the only one you will see
Tell me I'm not in the blue, oh
That I'm not wasting my feelings on you
Loving you means so much more
More than anything I ever felt before
You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Oh, crazy, but it feels alright
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
Crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Crazy, but it feels alright
Every day and every night
You drive me crazy (You drive me crazy, baby)
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Oh, crazy (You make me feel alright)
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night (Oh-oh)
You drive me crazy (You drive me crazy, baby)
Yeah, yeah
Oh, crazy, but it feels alright (You drive me)
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night
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![JayDaYoungan - Interstate (Lyrics)
JayDaYoungan - Interstate (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Chorus]
She like, Baby where you at?
I told her Im on the interstate
Was like the other day I talk to Chapo, told me he was straight
He still on that bullshit, even though he locked up in the gates
(In em gates)
But they just free my brother Guap
So now its right back to the cake (Back to the K)
I be catchin plays clutchin ks know where you stay
Pussy boy you better not play
Advise dont get in my way (Get in my way)
Clutchin bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking may
Gettin cash this what make me happy rest of that shit fake
[Verse 1]
I do whatever to get paid
Yeah I get money every way (Every way)
They say Im stuck in my ways
And Im like bitch get out my face (Get out my face)
We cant link up its to late
Donât want friends they all snakes (They all snakes)
Dock the show when Im on stage
They count the back end with my bae
Since I came up, they say I changed up
Bitch you know I stay with a banga
One in the chamber (Bop, bop, bop)
Since you been tryna get your name up
You gon be famous
Bitch we gon blow yo fuckin brains up
And leave you banged up
[Pre-Chorus]
My cousin Boo tell me dont trip
He playin again go fuck his face up
Everything I say the truth
Get off my dick and get yo cake up
These niggas act like my bitch and put on thongs and wear some makeup
We always did our shit I guess thats the reason they hate us
[Chorus]
She like, Baby where you at?
I told her Im on the interstate
It was like the other day I talk to Chapo
Told me he was straight
He still on that bullshit, even though he locked up in the gates
But they just free my brother Guap dont get in my way
Clutchin bad got me wearing jackets out in fucking may
Gettin cash this what make me happy rest of that shit fake
[Verse 2]
New York in the uber Im faded
Sipping lean im in love with the taste
Keep guns like I was in the navy
My time right now shit crazy
Cant lie it feel amazing
Lil bitch wanna have my baby
I cant fuck all night gotta catch my flight so you know I aint stayin
For better days I been praying
Im never gone hold out my hand
I was lit when I pull up on dan
Smoking loud I cant hear whatchu saying (cant hear what you sayin)
My pockets stay full of them bandz (stay full of them bandz)
For my family I do what I can
[Bridge]
All that fake love thats that shit that I dont need
Shit so deep when I cry my eyes bleed
Say they fuck with me
I know they dont fuck with me
Im getting it in they been having time to sleep
[Chorus]
She like, Baby where you at?
I told her Im on the interstate
It was like the other day I talk to Chapo
Told me he was straight
He still on that bullshit, even though he locked up in the gates
But they just free my brother Guapvise dont get in my way
Clutchin bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking may
Gettin cash this what make me happy rest of that shit fake
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![Pop Smoke - Mannequin ft. Lil Tjay (Music Video)
Pop Smoke - Mannequin ft. Lil Tjay (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
TrapHouseMob (Woo, grrt)
Whats rockin, cuz? (Woo, woo, woo, bah)
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza stillâ
(Bah)
Thisâ
is a Meloâ
Beat (Bah, bah), look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Dior on myâ
body (Woo, uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin (Mannequin)
Amiri denims got them panickin (Woo)
I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta)
If my opps in a foreign (Foreign)
Then we shootin up the Phantom
Dior on my body (Uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denims got them panickin
I pour a four in my Fanta
If my opps in a foreign (Grrt)
Then we shootin up the Phantom (Bah)
[Verse 1: Lil Tjay & Pop Smoke]
Big Glock up on my hip (Woo)
That mean I dont ever slip (Woo)
Run up on me, Ima whack a nigga
Clap a nigga, skate off in the whip (Bah)
Gucci foreign, see the drip (Uh)
Fifty-five hundred the fit (Woo)
55K on my wrist (Bah)
Im tired of jackin, my money legit (Grrt)
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Trav got the Urus, Boy got the Huracan
I got the Range, and all of them paid
Im from the Floss, Im a double G
And I know bout puttin in pain
I spent fifty on my left wrist (Woo)
Another hundred on the chain (Woo)
Try to reach and we takin shots close range (Bah)
[Verse 3: Lil Tjay & Pop Smoke]
Baow, bang, hit his brain (Woo, woo)
Catch me an opp, Ima treat him and beat him and show him he lame (Grrt)
I lost my brother, shit wont be the same
Ever since then, I been goin insane (Bah)
Do it for Smelly, I do it for gang
And nina gon wet em up, show em my pain (Grrt)
[Verse 4: Pop Smoke]
Big Louboutin for the steppin
Big .38 for the weapon
And I catch a case for nothin (Nothin)
I back the Wraith for nothin (For nothin)
Gas em up, Getty (Getty)
Rock steady, rock steady (Steady)
Shots hit your belly (Woo)
Runtz pack got me deady (Woo)
[Verse 5: Lil Tjay & Pop Smoke]
Checks, Chevy
Swing at BOA, we ready
R.I.P. them fallen soldiers
Screamin free my nigga Melly (Grrt)
All this shit been in my mind
Smokin dope, Im gettin deady (Woo, woo)
Lotta pressures on my shoulders
Steady movin, but its heavy (Grrt)
I was posted by the deli
Any means to get it, early morning, I was ready (Bah)
Think I fell in love with fetti
She give super neck, I think I fell in love with Betty (Woo, woo)
Tati ate it like spaghetti
I aint even mean to say it, but Im bein petty
2020, vision steady
You know I aint finna hesi
Crossover for the cheddy
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Dior on my body (Uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin (Mannequin)
Amiri denims got them panickin (Woo)
I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta)
If my opps in a foreign (Foreign)
Then we shootin up the Phantom
Dior on my body (Uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denims got them panickin
I pour a four in my Fanta
If my opps in a foreign (Grrt)
Then we shootin up the Phantom (Bah)
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![Pop Smoke - Brother Man (Lyrics)
Pop Smoke - Brother Man (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ricos going crazy again
Uh, mmh
Ayy, ayy, ooh
This is a Melo beat
Look, uh
Its a lot of talk on my name, nigga
Woo
Uh, uh (Aint playing with these niggas)
Look, look
[Chorus]
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
[Verse 1]
Big guns, bake em (Bake em)
Run down, chase em (Chase em)
Hold em for ransom, take em (Take em)
Dropping them rakes, rake em (Rake em)
G check, check in
Kickback, Tekken
Bitch, Im a giant, Beckham
All of my niggas reckless
If I call Dread, then you dead (Woo, woo)
Cause he on what we on
Cowboy Dior
Sun out, tee on (Woo, woo)
Flea on, flea on
Yeah, I got my flea on
If you dont like me, damnit (Damnit)
Im in and out Phantoms (Phantoms)
Get mad, tantrum (Tantrum)
It can get lit like a candle (Candle)
Bust it up, Tander
Fuck all the opps, random
I know how to fight, tango
You get found in the trash, scandal
[Chorus]
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
[Verse 2]
Please dont talk out your mouth
Bet I air it, hit anyone near you
Stand tall, pussy nigga, I dare you
Clean it up, Ill have somebody take care of you
Watch him get hit while Im sitting and staring
Im with the Straights and the Apes talking Stone to Stone
Break backs, Im talking bones and bones
Hit em up then Im going, Im gone
Big Patek, yeah, cologne
Pop Smoke famous, up it, aim it
Free Melly Gz out the cages
Dangerous, dangerous
Rovers, Ranges, Demons, satan
Get straight cashin, Travy apein
Two carats, icy, saucing, waving
Caked up, caking, shake em, shake it
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I ride for my brothers and only my brothers
You understand, understand
Understand, understand
[Chorus]
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
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![Pop Smoke - Dior (Remix) ft. Gunna [Music Video]
Pop Smoke - Dior (Remix) ft. Gunna [Music Video]
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said Im never lackin, always pistol packing (This is a Meloâ
beat)
Withâ
them automatics, weâ
gon send him to heaven (Huh)
Wait,â
wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh, youâfeelinâsturdy,âhuh? (You feelinâsturdy, man)
Shake some,âhuh
Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that Im paid
Bitch, Im a thot, get me lit
I cant fuck with these niggas cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin dick
All in my comments and screamin my name
While Im in the club, throwin them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know Im wildin
If Im on the island, Im snatchin the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, Im raisin hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please dont come out your mouth, you know Im like that
Ill make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Gunna]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr (GunWunna)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
New Givenchy, new Givenchy
Hop out the Quattroporte
Walk in Fendi rockin Fendi
F print on the corduroys (Corduroys)
I pull up Aventador (Ador)
I lift up the doors ajar (Doors ajar)
These broke niggas shoppin at Ross (Ross)
We back in Dior, Dior (Dior, Dior, Christian Dior)
I got Valentino denim (Denim)
Brand new Mike Amiri denim (Denim)
And these Ricky Owens denims (Denim)
I drop the bag, they gonna hit em (Hit em)
This baddie wanna pop a Skittle (Skittle)
Im tired of niggas tellin riddles (Riddles)
Take that foreign, whippin through the ghetto (Skrrt)
ZO6 Vette slime green, ridin 911 Porsche yellow (Skrrt)
Plain Patek and an AP, they got fifty pointers in the bezel (Bezel)
Speedin, whippin like Toretto (Toretto)
Push these Pradas to the pedal (Yeah)
Make her swallow down the middle (The middle)
We some giants, niggas little
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[Outro]
Traphouse Mob
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![Paul Wall, Lilâ Keke - Break âEm Off (Lyrics)
Paul Wall, Lilâ Keke - Break âEm Off (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Now I gotta work my woodgrain wheel
Poppin trunks, poppin pills, still poppin seals
Higher than a hill with my mind on mill
Piece and chain swangin, bankroll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream
Im in that mean, green machine, clean, on 19s
Flatscreens in the headrest, swingin like a swingset
Brandywine paint wet, comin down, thats a bet
Im in the lot chasin broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush-flower, Im breakin off pedestrians
Higher than a streetlight, floatin like a parachute
Buzzin like a bumblebee, mustard-green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta mack game sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin em off, makin all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, Im rocked up, fully loaded and sloppy
Tryna hit it and quit it and walk off like Big Papi
Break em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Verse 2: Lil Keke]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
Im hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist 550 snow bunny
Bentley Continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, thats expensive taste
And them friendly ass fools we send em to MySpace
Imma break em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel drop Phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin, better cover your clothes
(Thats right)
Concrete crumblin, glass shootin lasers
Crawlin and cuttin up on 24 razors
Imma show em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin paper in the mornin, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
SwishaHouse, Young Don, capital TF
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
Already
Im higher than a satellite, crawlin like a baby
Maneuvering through the traffic like Im Tracy McGrady
Still choppin on them buttons, Im struttin and lookin fresh
Switch hittin like Berkman, this is ballin at its best
In that Minute Maid dropper with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin the hood, student loans on the tooth
The fifth wheel on the ground
And the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby Im the definition of playa
My skills is so ill when workin that wood wheel
Tippin 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Widescreen mindframe, panoramic pimpin
Im sippin on that Osama, baby, leanin like Im limpin
In that two-seater feeder, its me and a señorita
Three ounces up in the liter
And its ten up in the heater
Mackin a mamacita
Runnin game like a cheetah
Im knockin em out the park similar to Derek Jeter
Break em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
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![Chris Brown - Winner (Music Video)
Chris Brown - Winner (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Bryan-Michael Cox]
Yo, ha
It is an honor, haha
To introduce the future of R&B
His name is Chris Brown, uh
And, uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another Beat Trax joint
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Round one, I hear the ding
I walk up and shake your hand, girl, I gotta know whats up
Baby, whats your name? Can I get your number?
Cause I wanna talk about some things, yeah
Round two, it aint a thing, I was moving every way you move
Bobbing and weaving like a young boy was supposed to do
It seemed like only yesterday that we did it
Now you on me like a fitted and I just gotta say, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, woah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (World) to give it up for my girl (My girl)
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, woah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Round three, I can see me and you walking down the aisle
And I know were young, so itll be a while before we doing that
But my mama got me in training, getting ready for the day when I make somebody happy
And, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Said I was done with loving til I found someone like you (Oh)
Somebody, tell me what I was supposed to do?
You put my back against the ropes, no choice but to unfold
I gotta give it to you, baby, woah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Didnt even take ya twelve rounds)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (Oh, woah, yeah) to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Aw, yeah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (Whole world) to give it up for my girl (Oh, no, no)
[Bridge: Chris Brown & Bryan-Michael Cox]
Yo, this the part I like right here, haha
Oh, girl
Baby, I just cant believe that every time you come around
I start losing my breath, Im tripping over myself (Oh, oh)
Cause you hitting me, hitting me
Oh, girl
Baby, its so plain to see that you got the best of me
So Im throwing in the towel (Throwing in the towel)
Baby, I bow out (Yeah)
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (What we gon do right here?)
Let it breathe, ha, ha (Haha, uh)
Oh, haha
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
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