MR. KAYRELL: July 2012

MR. KAYRELL: July 2012

Delta Goodrem - Dancing With A Broken Heart Lyrics

Sunday, July 29, 2012

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50 Cent - New Day (feat. Alicia Keys & Dr. Dre) Lyrics

50 Cent - New Day (feat. Alicia Keys & Dr. Dre) Lyrics

50 Cent - New Day (feat. Alicia Keys & Dr. Dre) Lyrics

[Intro]
It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger
But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let’s see ‘em try that
Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy
The working man is a tough guy

[Hook - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[Dr Dre - Verse 1]
I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me
When I was feeling like, miller light and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It’s probably why my only competition is myself
From today to the morning
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin’, uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif’ still in this bitch
We going the distance with you party people come’on

[Hook - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Aye it’s a new day, it’s a new day
World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[50 Cent]
[50 Cent - New Day (feat. Alicia Keys & Dr. Dre) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]
Now you can get your knees on the Church floor break it better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it get ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I’m on automatic pilot
Ain’t nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain’t filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride out on high, I dump to get ‘em offa me
I’m a leader, natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom
Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em
I got ‘em I cut my piece and I dot ‘em
It’s dinner time when the 9 come out
It’s off the chain off, offa the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

[Bridge]
Clocks on the wall
It’s now or never at all
I’m gonna give it my all, oh-oooh
Whether I rise or fall, oh-oooh

[50 Cent]
True story I said I’d get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, tryna stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music
Music my first love
We paper chasin’, I’m always coming in first cuz
I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya
I got to win, Em’ watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing aint an option
I’m sharp I’m on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I’m back on my A-game
I’m focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

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The Veronicas - Lolita Lyrics

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Nina Sky - Heartbeat Lyrics

Nina Sky - Heartbeat Lyrics

Nina Sky - Heartbeat Lyrics

You’re insecure
Don’t know what for
You’re turning heads when you walk through the door
Don’t need make up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough

Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you

[Chorus]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know
Oh Oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful

If only you saw what I can see
You’ll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe
You don’t know
Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful
Oh oh
That what makes you beautiful

So c-come on
You got it wrong
To prove I’m right I put it in a song
I don’t know why
You’re being shy
And turn away when I look into your eyes

Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you

[Chorus]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know
Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful
[Nina Sky - Heartbeat Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

If only you saw what I can see
You’ll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe
You don’t know
Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful
Oh oh
That’s what makes you beautiful

[Bridge]
Nana Nana Nana Nana
Nana Nana Nana Nana
Nana Nana Nana Nana

Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know
Oh Oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful

[Chorus]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know
Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful

If only you saw what I can see
You’ll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe
You don’t know
Oh Oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful
Oh oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful
Oh oh
That’s what makes you beautiful

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Driicky Graham - Snapbacks & Tattoos Lyrics

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Driicky Graham - Snapbacks & Tattoos Lyrics

Driicky Graham - Snapbacks & Tattoos Lyrics

[Hook:]
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules [x2]
Show off your hats
Show off your tatts
Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules

[Verse 1:]
Ok now snapbacks and tattoos
Rap phat I'm that dude
My backpack got cash that
I make an ass clap like tap shoes
I'm international
Y'all niggas vaginal
I pass through, fresh to death
You've now entered swag school
Ladies holding kisses
Swag as cold as sickness
Team Driicky tatted on 'em cause they're ass is so ridiculous
In the 'Mazzi, paparazzi
Man they can't control the pictures
M.O.B. tat, screaming money over bitches
My clothes and tatts they're all custom though
Something that you ain't accustom to
Don't collapse with the Huxtables
Hoes like hats they adjustable
This is for my ladies and my fellas getting gravy
But your body's marked up, like the train back in the 80s
I've been through the test
Now, Ink on my chest
Trying to triple my chest
I spit through the rest
Buy you a Mitchell & Ness
Fly and It'll fit you the best
From NY to LA
North Cackalack to Baton Rouge
All across the latitude
Everybody rockin' them

[Hook:]
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules [x2]
Show off your hats
Show off your tatts
Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules

[Verse 2:]
[Driicky Graham - Snapbacks & Tattoos Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]
In my hood they wear them snapbacks and tattoos
"Clack Clack" and snatch jewels
Pack tools, Crap shoot
And sell crack in glass tubes
Our chicks? Attitude
Hard enough to get at a dude
Tatted up, fattest butt
Suck it off, vacuum
Trips to Miami Ink
After that, Lowrider
When I say we're balling trick
I don't mean no globetrotter
Driicky is a monster, ain't a heir up in his safe
Since I murder raps, I should tatt a tear up on my face
Can't you hear this flow? It's evil
Can't be near us close to lethal
Y'all are weird
Yo I'm just here to spit 'bout piercings, clothes, and needles
Grab some cheer-up for the people
Rappers fear cause most is legal
I don't have to smoke I rap the dope considered so illegal
To all my Gs up, can I just get a witness
If you're inked up, throw your feet up
Or you're stylin' in a Mitch-Ness
Ain't leaving out my females
I'm talking 'bout that ass too
Show 'em all
Roll Call
Let them bitches know we wear them

[Hook:]
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules [x2]
Show off your hats
Show off your tatts
Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules

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Of Monsters And Men - Little Talks Lyrics

Friday, July 27, 2012

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Gym Class Heroes - The Fighter (feat. Ryan Tedder) Lyrics

Gym Class Heroes - The Fighter (feat. Ryan Tedder) Lyrics

Gym Class Heroes - The Fighter (feat. Ryan Tedder) Lyrics

Yeah!

Verse 1:
Just wakin’ up in the morning
And the beat well
Quite honest with ya,
I ain’t really sleep well
Ya ever feel like your train a thoughts been derailed?
That’s when you press on(?)

Half the population’s just waitin’ to see me fail
Yeah right, you’re better off tryina freeze hell
Some of us do it for the females
And others do it for the retails

But I do it for the kids, life through the tower head on
Everytime you fall its only making your chin strong
And I be in your quarter like mid(?), baby, til the end
Or when you hear this song from that big lady

Bridge:
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya’ll?

Chorus (Ryan Tedder):
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life til we’re dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one’s a fighter

Verse 2:
You need to block(?) the last thirty rounds
There’s no reason you should ever have your head down
Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds
Hailing from rock bottom, loserville, nothing town

Text book version of the kid going nowhere fast
And now im yelling kiss my ass,
It’s gonna take a couple right hooks a few left jabs
For you to recognize that you really ain’t got it bad
[Gym Class Heroes - The Fighter (feat. Ryan Tedder) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

Bridge:
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya’ll?

Chorus (Ryan Tedder):
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life til we’re dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one’s a fighter

Everybody put yo hands up
What we gonna do? (x7) ya’ll

If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)
And when your bones can’t take no more
Just remember what you’re here for
Cuz I know imma damn sure

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life til we’re dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one’s a fighter

Till the referee rings the bell
Till both ya eyes start to swell
Till the crowd goes home
What we gonna do kid?

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Kreayshawn - Go Hard (La.La.La) Lyrics

Kreayshawn - Go Hard (La.La.La) Lyrics

Kreayshawn - Go Hard (La.La.La) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Debbie]
Hey, bitch!
What's up?
You know I'd really like to do that
But I don't have any fucking money
Like, I don't have any fucking money

[Hook: Kreayshawn]
Hey, bitch
Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib
Steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car
Do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
We on that la la la la la la la la la la

[Verse 1: Kreayshawn]
Hey, bitch!
I see you working at the mall
At Forever 21, selling tanks and shawls
You wanna quit your job?
You need a place to go?
Girl, run your own show
But don't be on some ho shit
Bounce with something cute on
I kiss into a fog zone
I be really off
And searching for some water though
What it do, let it go
And go hard
Let me see you do it
Go hard, like real hard

[Hook: Kreayshawn]
Hey, bitch
Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib
Steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car
Do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
We on that la la la la la la la la la la

[Verse 2: Kreayshawn]
Girl, you need that new
Bottles on chill, I got that gold chain flu
Little lady on my side, show me how you ride out
Be a good one and I'll take you to my hideout
Pretty little bitch
Dripping like some water though
I be on that straw
And coming for that lo-lo
What I did
Let her go
She's back now
She went real hard until she threw her back out

[Hook: Kreayshawn]
Hey, bitch
Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib
Steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car
Do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
We on that la la la la la la la la la la
[Kreayshawn - Go Hard (La.La.La) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

[Kreayshawn]
Silly girl
Take your jacket off
Get on the floor
Go hard, go hard
G-go hard, go hard, go hard
Damn
Do do do do do it like, do it like, do it like
Let me see you go hard, go hard, go hard
G-go hard, go hard

[Hook: Kreayshawn]
Hey, bitch
Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib
Steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car
Do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
We on that a la la la la la la la la la

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Tulisa - Live It Up (feat. Tyga) Lyrics

Thursday, July 26, 2012

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Lady Gaga - Princess Die Lyrics

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The Script - Hall Of Fame (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

The Script - Hall Of Fame (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

The Script - Hall Of Fame (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

Yeah, You could be the greatest
You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest

You could beat the world
You could beat the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door

You can throw your hands up
You can be the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don’t wait for luck
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself

Standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame

You could go the distance
You could run the mile
You could walk straight through hell with a smile

You could be the hero
You could get the gold
Breaking all the records that thought never could be broke

Do it for your people
Do it for your pride
Never gonna know if you never even try

Do it for your country
Do it for you name
Cause there’s gonna be a day

When your, standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame

Be a champion, Be a champion, Be a champion, Be a champion

On the walls of the hall of fame

Be students
Be teachers
Be politicians
Be preachers

Be believers
Be leaders
Be astronauts
Be champions
Be true seekers

Be students
Be teachers
Be politicians
Be preachers

Be believers
Be leaders
Be astronauts
Be champions

Standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame

(You can be a champion)
You could be the greatest
(You can be a champion)
You can be the best
(You can be a champion)
You can be the king kong banging on your chest

(You can be a champion)
You could beat the world
(You can be a champion)
You could beat the war
(You can be a champion)
You could talk to God, go banging on his door

(You can be a champion)
You can throw your hands up
(You can be a champion)
You can be the clock
(You can be a champion)
You can move a mountain
(You can be a champion)
You can break rocks
[The Script - Hall Of Fame (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

(You can be a champion)
You can be a master
(You can be a champion)
Don’t wait for luck
(You can be a champion)
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself
(You can be a champion)

Standing in the hall of fame

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Jason Aldean - Take A Little Ride Lyrics

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Big & Rich - That’s Why I Pray Lyrics

Monday, July 23, 2012

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Thomas Rhett - Something To Do With My Hands Lyrics

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Lana Del Rey - Summertime Sadness Lyrics

Sunday, July 22, 2012

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French Montana - Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) Lyrics

French Montana - Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) Lyrics

French Montana - Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) Lyrics

[Hook]
Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that

[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

[Drake]
I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin’ with?

Work, work, work, work, bounce (x4)
What you twerkin’ with (x4)

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerk with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen the ‘gatti, that pussy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party
Let’s get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Film it, film it
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin’, ballin’, like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you could take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin’ crib
Pickin’ up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I’m Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah !
Greystone, twenty bottles that’s on me
On the couch, wildin’ out yelling free my niggas ’til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B
[French Montana - Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch! Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m fuckin with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin’
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I’m a beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my proactive shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5′5″ but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, fuck Joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s truck the world
It’s truck yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

[Hook]

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Linkin Park - Lost In The Echo Lyrics

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T.I. - Go Get It Lyrics

Saturday, July 21, 2012

T.I. - Go Get It Lyrics

T.I. - Go Get It Lyrics

[Hook]
I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I can go, get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling

[Verse 1]
[T.I. - Go Get It Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]
Eveyday I ball brown, all I wanna do is ball
Put my money over bitches, put my hustle over all
Louie down to the drawers, Luis Vuitton kicks
Got a man, how to swagger, bitch I’m stupid dumb sick
With a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I’m the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
Multimillion dollar shit
Money is the object, hot shit
Bitch I got a sawnoff on my arm
See bigger with no diamond
They just talk about they got it,
I’m the upper echelon, though
Bitch I‘m bout that action, you could go on with that convo
I have done more than you dream bout
Get your dream bitch and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough, that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I live life, up late night
Get shit fake when I take flight
I get paid, no sick days
My outfit’s so switch blade
Don’t sniff yay, but I blow dro
Bank roll on loco
Still ride with that 44
Don’t let my P-O know
Bad white bitch super thick
I’m Ice T, she Coco
She got another bitch, other bitches
Her ass fat, face so-so, no paper triail
No phone call, no emails, no photos
Just backshot, with that fat butt
And low blow headbutts in slow-mo
Purple label polo and a crew that’s what I do
Man I strive and roll my denim in my new Margiella shoes
Man, we be cool if we just parle
On Margharita Molly and the strong?
We menagin’ for a hobby
We kick it how we kick it
Know you envy how I’m living
Just can’t resist the
Get the million bout my business
Bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.

[Hook]

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Easton Corbin - Lovin’ You Is Fun Lyrics

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Pitbull - Echa Pa’lla (Manos Pa’rriba) Lyrics

Pitbull - Echa Pa’lla (Manos Pa’rriba) Lyrics

Pitbull - Echa Pa’lla (Manos Pa’rriba) Lyrics

Girl al salto, pura, papayo
Mr. Worldwide, dale!

Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say with me
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say loud
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say louder
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla

Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado

A mí que me importa el dinero
A mí que me importa la fama
Aquí lo que importa es salud, familia
El futuro, los niños y las almas
Estos atristas no son hombres
Todavía hacen pipi en la cama
Lo que son es actores
Porqué les encanta el drama
That's why I say

Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say with me
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say loud
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say louder
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla

Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
[Pitbull - Echa Pa’lla (Manos Pa’rriba) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

Es la invasión de los latinos
Todo el mundo, bienvenido!
No les gusta que siga su camino
Se han prevenido
Tremenda pinta, always hooky
Graduated even though I played hooky
Negativo, apositivo, es la verdad
Yo siempre te lo digo

Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say with me
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say loud
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla
Say louder
Echa pa'lla, todo lo malo echa pa'lla

Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado
Sube las malos pa'rriba
Dale pa'bajo, dale pa' un lado, pa'l otro lado

Todo el mundo, pa'rriba pa'rriba
Todo el mundo, pon las malos pa'rriba
Todo el mundo, pa'rriba pa'rriba
Todo el mundo, pa' gozar la vida
Todo el mundo, pa'rriba pa'rriba
Todo el mundo, pon las malos pa'rriba
Todo el mundo, pa'rriba pa'rriba
Todo el mundo, pa' gozar la vida

Sube las malos pa'rriba, pon las malos pa'rriba
Sube las malos pa'rriba, pa' gozar la vida
Sube las malos pa'rriba, pon las malos pa'rriba
Sube las malos pa'rriba, pa' gozar la vida
Sube las malos pa'rriba, pon las malos pa'rriba
Sube las malos pa'rriba, pa' gozar la vida

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Hedley - Kiss You Inside Out Lyrics

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Najwa Latif - AdaMu Lyrics

Friday, July 20, 2012

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Bloc Party - One Month Off Lyrics

Thursday, July 19, 2012

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JoJo - Demonstrate Lyrics

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Dappy - I’m Coming (Tarzan Part 2) Lyrics

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Dappy - I’m Coming (Tarzan Part 2) Lyrics

Dappy - I’m Coming (Tarzan Part 2) Lyrics

(Verse 1)

So I hate when I talk to my boy from pen and he acts like cuz’ you forgotten me!
I ain’t got time to sh*t let alone come check you blud
You know I’m her property
Right now I’m in Europe fu*king up sh*t
more than the economy
So when you land you know I got you properly

(Chorus)
I bring my people through it, everything I
do
You reckon me I pop wid’ you
Ahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa
You a snitchin’ little bitch and you love
singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa

I’m coming
I’m coming
For you
Aaaahhaa
I’m coming
I’m coming
For you

(Verse 2)
Yo, f*ck so good make a b*tch wanna find me
Wanna Rolex ring Wiley
When I was a bum, no-one really liked me
Now its time someone went a got a new job for Tinie
I’m only playing
I’m just saying I’ll sh*t so hard I’m constipated
Overworked, underrated
Now my tings poppin’ off, no gun relation
Grind all day but I ain’t roller blading
All eyes on MOI, harder baby
No love for the ex, on night no tea towel
Tell Kelly i’ve got that motivation
I beg, someone find Max online and let her know I wanna smash her from the back
Sarah Jane come give me brain and put them big red lips on my sack!
I’ll be killin’ cause I’ll be getting bred
Hard doe, number 1′s all day on the chart show
So F*CK YOU and your 90 track mixtape
That’s a million bars of arsehole
My flows are wrecked and it opens legs
Its fly than a motherf*cking jumbo jet
What a selfish b*stard, no respect
You know dapz, no regrets
I still roll through my hood and I wear my chain
F*ck a top boy Scorcher and Bashy can’t do the same
Real recognized, reaaaalll
How many albums have you sold today?
I ain’t saying nuttin’ way not Kanye
But I’m living life on the runway
If your nice, I’ll be like ‘Welcome on board my brudda, say bye to gun play’
King of the jungle, hardest can be, I dare you to let your chick party with me
Im Tarzan and im hung like a tree
Imagine if your new born pops out looking exactly like moi
Banter, but on the real get her on pampers because I’ll be on the tour bus getting pampered
I heard Simon Cowell thinks I’m a little w*nker
An i’m getting on his tits like cancer
And I don’t wanna start mentioning names
Where they all now? There bankrupt!
Joe McElderry, oh what a stand up!
Alexandra, pull your socks up!
Where you hits at? You ain’t no winner!
I feel bad cause your voice is amazing but your careers getting raped by a mason
That sh*t f*cking upsets me, cause it don’t get me, try bring them near me
Coming round with your hand out, wanting a hand out, ahhhh that’s too political
I don’t care about a Bentley, Gucci or a Fendi, mans living in a spaceship!
You got clapped by a, BANG! Your girl got mad by a BANG! That smooth criminal
I’m a product of my environment I ain’t sayin’ me and you are any different
I’m just planning an early retirement
I don’t mean sorry when I say I’m going Kingston
Every mans welcome to fly long distance
We be on the beach with Weed Man Winston!
Plus I’m the craziest ting out the United Kingdom
[Dappy - I’m Coming (Tarzan Part 2) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]

(Chorus)
I bring my people through it, everything I
do
You reckon me I pop wid’ you
Ahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa
You a snitchin’ little bitch and you love
singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa

I’m coming
I’m coming
For you
Aaaahhaa
I’m coming
I’m coming
For you

(Outro)
I ain’t even going in, I’m just f*cking around
They just weren’t
You know me
I’d rather be singing my sh*t anyway
Big up Keyz motherf*cker
POOOMBLAYYYYYYY!!!!

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Blur - Under The Westway Lyrics

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Kat Deluna - Wanna See You Dance (La La La) Lyrics

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Kimbra - Two Way Street Lyrics

Monday, July 16, 2012

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Madonna - Turn Up The Radio Lyrics

Sunday, July 15, 2012

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Noisettes - That Girl Lyrics

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Spector - Never Fade Away Lyrics

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Wolfgang Gartner - Forever (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Wolfgang Gartner - Forever (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

Wolfgang Gartner - Forever (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

On that bogalo shrimp no zip, while I... I’m gonna live (live)
R Cash White Stripes
I'm bustin' outta my cage (cage)
I won’t go out and get with trash
Rock’n’roll like Johnny Cash
My crash (whip) whiplash
Pedal to the metal
I'm pumping that gas
Party like its the last day
Burn the town leave it all in place
Tonight I’m going crazy
And now I don’t care about what you say
I will go out and do my way
Hey I will party pretty hard on the boulevard

Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

Let’s go party down till the AM
Shout out to DJ AM
We’re gonna miss you miss you playin’
You’re a super mega DJ and now
I want a moment of silence for my friend

Yeah, now let’s rock it hard
Wolfgang this beat bang
Make a motherfucker wanna gangbang
Get ignorant let my chain hang
This is what the niggas call
And now I’ma live it up
And get it until i'm giving up
I'm partying hard on the boulevard

[Wolfgang Gartner - Forever (feat. Will.I.Am) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

Make it last last last
Make it last last last
Make it last last last last last last
Make it last last last
Make it last last last
Make it last last last last last last
Make it last last last
Make it last last last

Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever
Baby let’s party all night long (long, long, long, long)
Let’s make it last forever

Baby let’s party all night long

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Aiden Grimshaw - Curtain Call Lyrics

Friday, July 13, 2012

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