Kesha - Pretty Lady Lyrics

Pretty Lady Lyrics by Kesha

Shake that ass girl
Filling up my glasses
Staring at your assets
Nat those long-lashes

It aint so nasty

The room comes alive
When you all arrive
Boys and girls mesmerized

It aint so nasty

You look so good
You look so good
Big hair, nice rack, high heels, sweet ass
Boy you’re such a pretty lady
Fake nails, red lips, shaking those lips
Boy you’re such a pretty lady

Lady lloyd and detox, champaign on the e-rocks
Watch all the je-jaws drop

You look so fancy

Underground princesses
Who’s dressed up the bestest?
Pushed up, perky presteses

Oh you look so fancy
You’re so glamorous, so fucking fabolous

Big hair, nice rack, high heels, sweet ass
Boy you’re such a pretty lady
Fake nails, red lips, shaking those lips
Boy you’re such a pretty lady

[Lady lloyd and detox]

You guys wanna party?
How much will it cost us?
Come on girl
Lets go get our hips done together in Mexico
You wanna fuck around?
Oh my god you can’t take my beauty hahahaha
Jealous
Ooo shut the fuck up, I’m a real woman

Big hair, nice rack, high heels, sweet ass
Boy you’re such a pretty lady
Fake nails, red lips, shaking those lips
Boy you’re such a pretty lady

Big hair, nice rack, high heels, sweet ass
Boy you’re such a pretty lady
Fake nails, red lips, shaking those lips
Boy you’re such a pretty lady
Shake that ass girl

(Lady lloyd]
I’m a real woman

Azealia Banks - Jumanji Lyrics

Jumanji Lyrics by Azealia Banks

This is the Jima JIma
Go anthem banana
Get the you got the question
That answer for lama, mama

I’m bad-ba-bada bad-ba-bada
Put your bets up
Choice I give
Said the cin-cin
It’s feathers and leathers
A-b A-B the two letters
It’s about my brand two dead lip
I plan to blame all them hammers
Go on live out the limo
Li-ni-ni-ni, Li-ni-ni-ni
Leave all my photos and pictures
Inside the fake candid cameras
With all these critics and scandals
Manhattan inside the gigantic
Rule bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
Rule bitch all day, uptown, Broadway

That can and can and continue
Your anti-nanas and cameras
They all jamming the jam
Come join and put you hands up

Let’s go briefing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers I bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them

That cutie, cutie
Than beauty
Then juicy, juicy
Who truly tattooed
Who’s is your fruity tutty
And boobie, don’t make me remove your coofy
I’ll do it cause it’s my duty

Crazy ain’t kinda spooky
You move this stuff at the GUcci
Rule bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
Rule bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
All of my bitches brooji
Designer vagina Gucci
These niggas all kins groupies
They flying, ain’t trying to scoop me

Ruffing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers I bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them

Ruffing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers I bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them

Get that, split that
Make ‘em spend that
Whip that, flip that
Make them chips fly

Real bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
Real bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
Get that, split that
Make ‘em spend that
Whip that, flip that
Make them chips fly

Julie Roberts - Sweet Carolina Lyrics

Sweet Carolina Lyrics by Julie Roberts

You raise me up high
And taught me how to fly
And I’m who I am because of you
Where ever I go
You’re part of my soul
And you’re the heart of what I do

Carolina, sweet Carolina
Yeah I’m proud of where I’m from
Carolina, sweet Carolina
The only place that I call home

Friends are dancing at
Williams-Brice Stadium
And blackened gardens all you see
Pride and ambition
And game pie traditions
We’re all one big family

Carolina, sweet Carolina
Yeah I’m proud of where I’m from
Carolina, sweet Carolina
The only place that I call home

You’ll always be there for me
I’ll always be there for you
And that’s a promise

Carolina, sweet Carolina
Yeah I’m proud of where I’m from
Carolina, sweet Carolina
The only place that I call home

Carolina, sweet Carolina
Yeah I’m proud of where I’m from
Carolina, sweet Carolina
The only place that I call home

DJ Drama Ft. Future & Drake - We In This Bitch (Remix) Lyrics

We In This Bitch (Remix) Lyrics by DJ Drama Ft. Future & Drake

Drake and Future are in this b*tch once again. Together they remix Dj Drama’s “We In This B*tch” from Quality Street Music. Both Drake and Future provide new verses.

Ok you know you been on my mind
A-town I miss you and ole girl will come late
And bring all her tips through
Break up the weed while I brake down my issues
Get paper she blows that
The next day you know that
Daydream at night time I think to much
Then I hit the night club till it's day time
And I drink to much

Not time for no good girl
They hold on and they clinge to much
I just wanna hood bitch that tells me that I sing too much
Ahhhh yeah shout out the women playing your position
I be movin' through my city like a politician
Hope you don't judge me
Cuz me and you are all not different
You made me this way, you made me famous
You all assisted

New noggas tryna shine
I didn't condone it
But im back in this bitch
Reliving the moment
I'm about to have it popping off again
Drama bout to make it rain on mary poppins
And her friends

We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it

Water water all around damn my diamonds is shinnin'
Money raining on your bitch and future changin' the climate
All I hang around is millionaires and a bunch of cons
Turn up turn up turn up it's like I burped a bunch of suns
Ha from NY back to Atlanta they put my life style on camera
Ain't ttrippin' I'm cockin' hammers addicted to makin' movies

I like'em when the boojy anytime
I step out when I come through it's I ain't rappin' to you
I'm into trappin' with words
And I ain't braggin' to you when I say I'm fly as a bird
That girl don't speak no engo' but she know all my lingo
She know a robin when she see one and she know a C-Note
I got a hatian girl speak creole and a Spanish girl from Rio

When you put'em in a room together make a perfect combo
They bout' that life I'm bout' that life yes we is yes we is
The money bitches and cars come with the life that I live
It shoulda' been a designer party all this designer 'round me
Pick a name anything money could buy with diamond chains
Diamond rings murcelagos valenciagos we toast it up to the life nigga this ours

We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it