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Music – Artist on letter S – Song text
Eazy A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a ling man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Man I broke the cold im in ice mode Game face on with my chain sittin on light mode Got alot of gwap came from stayin on a paper chase Shout out to my partner Hold it down movin major weight Every city every state Soulja Boy is known Im just 18 now and im already grown And I put my team on S.O.D. sittin right This is my theme song And im rippin this beat right
Eazy A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a ling man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look (ish look)
Rippin this beat tight Is the crowd stimulated I make it look eazy you make it look complicated My name is s.beezy a.k.a. the heavy weighter Now go head I’ll see you later Now go head and shoot your lay up Catch me on the rebound, 3 pounds, we found In the studio maybe tree sound Soulja Boy tell em yea we clown And im still on top Two years later and still playin x box
Eazy A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Souljaboy tell em make this ish look peice of cake
Rock holder hollerin out im the man Folk star face beezy Soulja Boy pa chino Soulja Boy mandingo When im with your girl all alone in the casino I’ll show just how we roll One day in my life will get your mind right One day in my life will get your grind tight Im tryna tell em but they don’t wanna beleive me Soulja Boy tell em makin this ish look eazy
Eazy A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy
Eazy A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy.
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(feat. Gucci Mane & Shawty LO)
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna
[Soulja Boy:] It’s Soulja Boy Tellem, I fuck with Shawty Low, I fuck with Rocco, Gucci head to toe, Chain on chill (chill), Watch on freeze (freeze), A pound a purp got me looking like Chinese, Gucci Shades, but they still can’t hide me, Hit the club, seventeen with no ID, Damn! I changed up the format, Welcome to my crib, Leave your shoes at the doormat, Uhh, and ain’t this Beat tight, Chains say hello, Watch say goodnight, And I still look right, This is the good life, Gucci Bandanna just to make me look tight
[Chorus:] Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
[Gucci Mane:] Gucci Badanna, Call me Gucci Montel, Gucci girl with me, Gucci bag, Gucci sandles, She too hot to handle, Hot sex, burning candles, Gucci Mane a player, Gucci shopping this extravagent, Gucci Mane drive a drop top red phantom, And my bed got them super size Gucci spreads, Pull up to the hood, Stop and let them jock Gucci, Broads jock Gucci, cause Gucci, just Gucci, Yeah my boxer briefs, Equipped with double G’s, Gucci key chain, Holding on my Gucci keys, Gucci down all the time in the summer time, I’m Gucci Mane, You would think that was my clothing line, GUCCI
[Chorus:] Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey
[Shawty Lo:] Shawty Lo, I really want a Lanna, Scarf on my neck, Gucci Bandanna, N*****s talking slick, They filled with anmnem, But I don’t care, So Got damn ya, This biggest watch, Costs more than yours, I built a house, You can’t afford, It’s Stupid Big, It got an ocean view, it’s way up there, I look down on you, We flexed down here, That’s what we do, Get in our way, I flex on you, You acting monkey, We keep bannanas, Dem goons with me, Rocking bandanna,
[Chorus:] Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey
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Soulja Boy Tellem!
Hopped up out tha bed Turned ma swag on Took a look in tha mirror said wassup Yeeeeea I’m gettin money (ohh) [x2]
Turned ma swag on, And my time to turn it up Yeeeeea, yeeeea I put my team on, then ma theme song Now it’s time to turn it up Yeeeeea, yeeeea
I got a question why they hatin on me, I got a question why they hatin on me I ain’t did nothin to em, but count this money And put my team on, now my whole clic stunnin Boy wassup, yeeeea Boy wassup, yeeeea
When I was 9 years old, I put it in ma head That I’m a die for this gold (Soulja Boy tellem) Boy wassup
Hopped up out tha bed Turn ma swag on Took a look in tha mirror said wassup Yeeeeea I’m gettin money (ooh) [x2]
I’m back again, I know a lot of ya’ll thought I wasn’t coming back… Yeeeeea, yeeeea I had to prove them wrong, Got back in the studio and came up with another hit Yeeeeea, yeeeea I told the world my story, the world where I’m from SouljaboyXL.com, boy wassup Yeeeeea, yeeeea
Now everytime you see me spit Every time you hear me rhyme Everytime you see me in your state of town Say wassup Yeeeeea, yeeeea
Hopped up out tha bed Turned ma swag on Took a look in tha mirror said wassup Yeeeeea I’m gettin money (ooh).
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[Intro:] Soulja Boy Tell Em Ya know what it is man Turn my swag on man Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus: x2] Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha
[Verse 1:] Step in side da club fresh from head to toe, Hit my bird walk and den I messin with my merry-go, Wen I’m in da d-town, Dallas Wassup bro Wen I’m in da A-pull pally Wat happenin folk Wen I’m in Chicago they hollerin Now wassup joe Now I’m back to Mississippi they telling me Wassup mayne They telling me da same thing Wen I’m in new york Was good sun, just hustlin
[Chorus: x2] Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha
[Verse 2:] Aye Feelin Bezzy Wat wat they do that at Watch looking freezy Ye-yellow diomaond rain Ice grill Ice chain Ice ring Iced out If you cross S.O.D We gonna knock your lights out Step inside the set I’m to clean to get touched S.O.D. Money Gang We to mean to get mugged Hit my bird walk And got the club crunk Den I heared your girl tlk Now she hoppin in my trunk Now I’m hittin my bird walk
[Chorus: x2] Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha
[Verse 3:] S.O.U.L.J.A Bezzy Bird walked with my dance Make it look easy My dougie, I’m fresh Ya I’m clean So krispy Throwin out money Like your boy gotta frisbey Soulja boy tell em For da kids like Disney Chain 360 Make your head dizzy Every city in da club Who rollin with me Arab Jbar Miami Mizzy
[Chorus: x2] Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me hit my bird walk Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha Watch me do it Yuha.
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[Verse 1] I’m ’bout the swag, I’m ’bout the ice, I’m ’bout to cop me one tonight I don’t really care the price, cause my bankroll right Ridin on Toyota, on Pinolla, that’s just how we get it though Choppin ola, I was holdin, forty-five, listen doe Forty-five to get stashed to buy them new dickies man And a S.O.D. charm piece, man that’s fifty grand Arab tatted up and gathered up the whole guap S.O.D. gang six figures quarter million copped, cause
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I’m ’bout the cars, I’m ’bout the swag I’m ’bout the whip, I’m ’bout the rag I’m ’bout the bricks, I’m ’bout the flips I’m ’bout the chips, I’m ’bout the dips I’m ’bout the stacks.. talkin stacks.. stacks I’m ’bout the stacks.. stacks.. stacks
[Verse 2] I’m ’bout the bank, I’m ’bout to vote I’m bout the this ain’t what you thought I’m ridin clean, I got guap I’m doin me I’m on the top I’m ’bout the ice, I’m ’bout the shine I’m ’bout the work, I’m ’bout the grind I’m ’bout to get ‘em, got ‘em, see ‘em song Gettin every dollar doe When you see me pop your collar I’ma throw out every dollar Soulja Boy’s not a scholar, ? a million dollars Get ‘em S.O.D. we got ‘em, scream S.O.D. we holla Too much swag yes we ballin I’m a money baller
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Man I’m a trapaholic rapaholic hustler Down on your decimal, make me a customer S.O.D. machine don’t need no cash register All the money added up, pass me the duffle Bag full of grands, a couple bands, understand I’m the man when I land overseas in Japan I seen you wishin he’da quit it you can’t get like me A lot of rappers mad cause they can’t make no hits like me
[Chorus]
[dub version of Chorus].
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Artist: Soulja Boy Genres: Rap: Hip-Hop
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Posted by: Music in Dance, S
Artist: Sugababes Album: Change Year: 2007 Genre: Dance
Download album Change
Somewhere in the back of my mind Secretly I know you will find Way amongst the blushing and glow Teach me all the things I don’t show
Mystery’s a beautiful thing What a gift a woman can bring Never let it out just like that Let him slowly figure it out
How I can flower bloom Just over a day? And at night You’ve got to let the world change
I didn’t want to fall in love with you I didn’t want to know the things I knew It wasn’t until I look into the mirror Denial
You were like a power of nature Telephatic beautiful creature Understanding all my weakness [?]
[?] just me You were never supposed to be [?] It took so long to finally see
How I can flower bloom Just over a day? And at night You’ve got to let the world change
I didn’t want to fall in love with you I didn’t want to know the things I knew It wasn’t until I look into the mirror Denial
I didn’t want to fall in love with you I didn’t want to know the things I knew It wasn’t until I look into the mirror Denial
I see the way the pain goes like open minds for us No complicated barriers to hold us back
I didn’t want to fall in love with you I didn’t want to know the things I knew It wasn’t until I look into the mirror Denial
I didn’t want to fall in love with you I didn’t want to know the things I knew It wasn’t until I look into the mirror Denai.
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Posted by: Music in Dance, S
Swollen eyes No better to let you see them now My wasted heart Will never let you drive the demon down
When you love the devil You’ll sell your soul And it’s hard to make him go Undignified I am tonight
[CHORUS:] So give me false, hope and promise Near You’re trying to Redeem yourself for the Hundredth Time Lasoo me in if you must My dear Give me a reason to have you here Giving false, hope and lies And we still belief it This powerful love that’s comsuming me Hooked on a drug that’s still your pride It’s hard not to see So undignified
It terrefies me to think i’m not the only one You’d be suprised How much I cry when you are gone
Your angels the devil Your church is a tomb But I need to be with you I’m undignified Enough for two
[CHORUS:] So give me false, hope and promise Near You’re trying to Redeem yourself for the Hundredth Time Lasoo me in if you must My dear Give me a reason to have you here Giving false, hope and lies And we still belief it This powerful love that’s comsuming me Hooked on a drug that’s still your pride It’s hard not to see So undignified
I’m addicted to the blatnant pleasure you give That’s not how i wanna live Controlled by you
[CHORUS:] So give me false, hope and promise Near You’re trying to Redeem yourself for the Hundredth Time Lasoo me in if you must My dear Give me a reason to have you here Giving false, hope and lies And we still belief it This powerful love that’s comsuming me Hooked on a drug that’s still your pride It’s hard not to see So undignified.
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Baby show me I want you to hold me Never felt this empty before I can’t take it no more
’cause I noticed We ain’t go that closeness Like the way we got it before Baby open the door
Baby we ain’t got the time (the time) Tell me what is on your mind (your mind) Even when you’re here I’m feeling so alone We used to be so hot And now we’re [?] Tell me you can really see what’s going on
I can’t wait Tell me before it gets too late Tell me that my heart won’t break I don’t wanna let it go
Baby show me I want you to hold me Never felt this empty before I can’t take it no more
’cause I noticed We ain’t go that closeness Like the way we got it before Baby open the door
Lately all the thrill is gone (is gone) Everything I do is wrong (is wrong) You keep throwing water in the flames inside Can’t we make our life brand new (brand new) Baby trust me and you (and you) ’cause I can’t go on like this another night
I can’t wait Tell me before it gets too late Tell me that my heart won’t break I don’t wanna let it go
Baby show me I want you to hold me Never felt this empty before I can’t take it no more
’cause I noticed We ain’t go that closeness Like the way we got it before Baby open the door
I could say I hate you now But you see the real me isn’t me I can say that I can’t [?] Take my hand say you’ll turn me around
Baby show me I want you to hold me Never felt this empty before I can’t take it no more
’cause I noticed We ain’t go that closeness Like the way we got it before Baby open the door.
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3 Spoons Of Suga She likes her dress Like she’s fresh out of the magazine She struts around Getting down to the rhythm and she Is glad that she enjoys Teasing all the boys They always say That you’ll remember her name Because she’s got it She’s got it right down
And all the guys say
I need three spoons of sugar And a glass full of liquor to get over you Gimme something in my coffee Gimme thrills, take my money, can’t get over you
He don’t get stressed ‘Cause he’s best with the cut of his jeans He’s looking tight, white [?] And super fine, if you know what I mean, ohh And he clearly gets his kicks Getting messy with the chicks They always say That you’ll remember his name Because he’s got it He’s got it so, so down
And all the girls say
I need three spoons of sugar And a glass full of liquor to get over you Gimme something in my coffee Gimme thrills, take my money, can’t get over you I’m gonna need a whole lot of therapy To cure the sugar rush, I can’t get over you Gimme something in my coffee Gimme thrills, take my money, can’t get over you
Ohh, ohhh
[talky bits I can't make out]
And all the girls say
I need three spoons of sugar And a glass full of liquor to get over you Gimme something in my coffee Gimme thrills, take my money, can’t get over you I’m gonna need a whole lot of therapy To cure the sugar rush, I can’t get over you Gimme something in my coffee Gimme thrills, take my money, can’t get over you.
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