LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Start A Fire" (feat. Christina Milian)

[Christina Milian (Lil Wayne):]
(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)
(They just don't get it)
(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)
(And then she tell me)
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire
(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)
(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)
(Thelma & Lil Weezy)

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China
All we do is fuck all day, all mañana
It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her
Make her perspire sweat blood and crying
Goodness gracious, great God almighty
She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney
We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity
They just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly
And then she tell me
Lets start a fire

[Lil Wayne:]
Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire
She ridin' me like a street car named desire
Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her
Clap that ass like the choir
Oh, I run into my old thing
I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains
Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame
I threw water on that old flame, no more flames
I'm so glad I'm out the dope game
Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane
Now that pussy is my domain
I know they just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
They just don't get it
See we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire
Its me and you
Just don't get it, we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah
Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Fuck it, cause Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Fuck em', cause Mama I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Young Mula baby

LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Off Day" (feat. Flow)

[Lil Wayne:]
She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates
She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe
I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist
I get my back scratched up she get her knees scraped
Then she ride that dick, oh freeway
And now them titties sittin' nice yeah I wanna bite that
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand
Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back
Hold up, now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her
Like wobble, we tonguin', we fuckin'
We tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'

[Flow:]
I got a bitch named Vanessa, she like how I finesse her
I comfortable about her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was in to ask them
Bust a nut then hit the bathroom
Grab a towel and clean my mess up
I be swaggin' on these hoes, I ain't laughin' with these hoes
I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke
Got some OG straight from Cali
And some backwoods from the store
Got a message from the Tune
And he sent pictures of your home
And we got groupies in the hallway
Set that dick all on her body
Bet theres roaches in my ash tray
Bitches buggin' get the off spray
Girl I fuck with you the long way
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day

[Lil Wayne:]
Oh I, don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face
My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday
I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face
She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate
I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight
She ate the dick like a mini mouse eat a cheese cake
She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae
I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution
I told her I ain't know none of the stuff she been involved with
I fuck her till shes exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting
Then she get on her knees like b-b-beggin' my pardon
That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand
Pop that pussy like a price tag till' I white flag

[Flow:]
I like smokin' with my bitches so I pass the blunt to Brittney
Bitches think that I'm a hot boy, I got dope dick bitch I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Got a bitch up in the bed make it squirt then touch the TV
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch
She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it off a lip
Thats why I fuck with her the long way
Ate that pussy on the first date, give me BJ's on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day

[Lil Wayne:]
And now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it, I fuck her
We tonguin' and fuckin' and
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home that never debate
Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate
I got a big booty bitch that keep in peak shape
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
And then she surf that dick like a heatwave
And now them titties sittin' right yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand
And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass
And now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin'

LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Grindin'" (feat. Drake)

[Intro:]
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin' I promise
I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement
My girl like it rough she said "find me a diamond"
Her body be grindin',
Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin', we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors
Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga
It ain't rocket science just rockets
I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin'
I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain't crazy, I'm krazy and all of my niggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that's grindin'

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit
Grindin' for all my shit
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggas
Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas
I done seen it all my nigga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas
Cause what's the hottest shit on these corners?
That's me and all my niggas
Grind for all this shit, I ain't ever fall for that bitch
Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that bitch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch
And you know what's stashed in that bitch
These niggas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and shit
I'm sweatin' grindin' this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Ain't got time to bond with no bitch
Heard Jay-Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
The weed sticky, grind that shit
Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]
I got a new vision for all my shit
I don't know what to call that shit
I know, I'm selling all of my cars
I'm selling all of my watches
I'm selling diamonds and all of that shit
Realized I don't need that shit
I'm a different breed with this shit
I'm tryna turn M's to B's in this shit
And I ain't ever pay to be with no bitch
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here
Who running the game? And they'll tell you the truth
Man, they'll tell you
Oh look, they fuck with me now
I think they're hearin' me now
Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now"
I'm like "I think they just might be scared of me now"
But it's all good, niggas wrong every day, niggas wrong every day
Go, goin' to LA where I'm tryna get high and do a song every day
Safe, we ain't ever have to play it safe
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see I'm runnin' out of space
Mothafucka that's grindin'

[Hook]

[Bridge - Lil Wayne:]
(Grindin', grindin') Perfect timing
(Grindin', grindin')
(Grindin', grindin')
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Than peek inside the safe and say I'm running out of space
Believe that

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggas cool out
Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin'
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin'
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for

LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Gotti" (feat. The LOX)

C5, D-Block, LOX

[The LOX:]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this
I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong pour the holy water in
Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on whoever you go to war against

I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff
Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops
Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

C5

LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "D'usse"

This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit… word to God;
Hov fuck with ya boy
C5

Okay nigga I got em'
Point em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz
Then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors
You niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her
Can't pick a side off the lineup
I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth
And get earthworms on me nigga
I been did my tim

LIL' WAYNE "Believe Me" (feat. Drake)

[Hook - Drake:]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my day
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Yea, rip, rip, rip
It's been me and Young Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga
And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Lord knows I'll murder one of these niggas, yeah
Uh, His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I told her 2-23, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated
They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?
We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn... just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"
Yes right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat... believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone

(Believe me) [x3]

[Drake:] Rip, rip, nigga

Laure-Banawati lyrics

Maan Bhitra Thuprai Prasna Cha
Uttar Sabai Banawati...
Banawati Haso, Banawati Ashu,
Sayeed Bhagwan Nai Banawati Bhayera Hola
Yestai Cha Ma Baneko Haad Ra Maasu

Godhelu Saajh Ko Jhismiss Ma Haraye Maile Afno Sabai Anmol Chijbij
Thakeko Mero Asha, Pakeko Cha Kaan Sunda Sunda Kich Kich 

Aja Malai Ekanta Ma Bhakkano Chadi Runu Maan Cha
Maan Ko Ghau Nunilo Ashu Le Pakhali Dhunu Maan Cha
Sayeed Dherai Gare Paap, Aaja Sarap Ko Aago Jalera Pabitra Hunu Maan Cha

Hami Bhagwan Ko Bachha, Sanai Dekhi Sarai Kachha
"Abbui Bhoot!" Bhanera Khub Darainthiyo, Jun Thiyo Adrisya
Ahiley Bhoot Bhanda Badi Daar Lagcha Samjhera Afnai Vabisye

Hey Daiba !
Bhanthiyeu Timle Sadhaiba,
Satye Ko Jeet Huncha ... Khai Ta ?

Ma Hereko Herey Chu, Timro Niyem Napachera Chereko Cherai Chu
Yo Banawati Janjaal Ko Sansar Ma
Yo Sworga Ra Prithivi Ko Vansar Ma
Katai Dhadali Ta Vayena ?
Narga Ko Saitan, Katai Yeha Ta Aayena?

Chanchaley Mero Anga, Bholi Hune Cha Bhanga
Tessaile Aajai bujhaideu Bhagwan, Timro Niyet Charlanga

Kina Uthcha Parkhal? 
Chhuttauna Dhani, Garib, Jaat Bhat Ra Ghar Bar
KinA Uthcha Afnai Manche Mathi Tarbal?
KinA Dhalcha Darbar?
Yesari Ma Prasna Haru Janjaal Ma Fasirahechu Har Saal
Tara Uttar Sabai Banawati
Sabai Banawati...

PITBULL-back in time lyrics

Let's excuse me baby
Go, yeah you baby
Back, ooh you groovy baby
In, let's make a movie baby
Time, excuse me baby
Let's, yeah you baby
Go, ooh you groovy baby
Back in, let's make a movie baby
Time

It's Mr Worldwide, Agent A, Reporting live
From Cape Canaveral, MK, Big Syphe, let's ride

Back, back, in, in, time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You're the one

Miami equals black mask, black clothes
With a little bit of rope to tie, I flipped it
Black suits, white shirts, black glasses with a matching tie
Like Agent J or Agent K, and I wish the whole world would
Ok, I'm tryin' make a billion out of 15 cents
Understand, understood
I'm a go-getter, mover, shaker, culture, bury a boarder, record-breaker won't cha
Give credit where credit is due don't cha
Know that I don't give a number two
Y'all just halfway thoughts
Not worth the back of my mind
But to understand the future we have to go back in time

Baby, ohhh baby
[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/pitbull/global-warming/back-in-time.html]
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You're the one

I got the globe, yeah, in the palm of my hand
Wherever I spin it, that's where I land
Let's save the world
Men In Black I know you understand
Stop the movement, they can try if they want to
Ignorar lo latino, si, they can try if they want to
What Pit solves is a bit raw
Took like jigsaw and built it all
Despite a big loss, I'd bet it all
And fought blind against the world, Ray Charles
Y'all just halfway thoughts
Not worth the back of my mind
But to understand the future, we have to go back in time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You're the one

Let's excuse me baby
Go, yeah you baby
Back, ooh you groovy baby
In, let's make a movie baby
Time, excuse me baby
Let's, yeah you baby
Go, ooh you groovy baby
Back in, let's make a movie baby
Time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You're the one

Pitbull - All The Things lyrics (feat. Inna)

[Intro: Pitbull]
International sensation
INNA
And Mr. Worldwide, dale

[Verse: Pitbull]
I'm like a quarterback, I got options
But I play the point in school
Broke ankles, more than a few
Broke hearts, yea that too
20 years later, same movie, same script,
Same player, more chips,
More women, more haters
Different toilet, same shit
Why get caught up in emotions?
Why go through the same motions
In a sick way she loves to see me mad
It gets `er wetter than the ocean
She's a good girl gone bad
But bad girls don't like good guys
Now tell me if you think I'm a good guy
That's what I though, hah let's ride

[Chorus: INNA]
All the things you do, all the things you say
Playin with my heart so I can run away
All the things you did, all the things you said to me
Said to me, said
Now I'm lonely in my bed

All the things you do, all the things you say
Playin with my heart so I can run away
All the things you did, all the things you said to me
Said to me, said
Now I'm lonely in my bed

[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/pitbull/meltdown/all-the-things.html]
[Verse: Pitbull]
They had a calling, but they got soft hearts
And I know they soft spots
I meet `em, I greet `em, I train `em
And show `em all about Hard Knox
Listen:
Next thing you know [Next thing you know]
They holdin the fort down like Fort Knox
Then they fall in love and make everything seem what it's not
Damn!
These are called rules of engagement
Welcome to the world of entertainment
They don't want a man like Rayman
They want a man that's duck in the Raymonds
I know it's ironic
But the good girls love bad guys
Now tell me, do you think I'm a good guy?
That's what I though, now let's ride

[Chorus: INNA]
All the things you do, all the things you say
Playin with my heart so I can run away
All the things you did, all the things you said to me
Said to me, said
Now I'm lonely in my bed

All the things you do, all the things you say
Playin with my heart so I can run away
All the things you did, all the things you said to me
Said to me, said
Now I'm lonely in my bed

[Chorus: INNA]
All the things you do, all the things you say
Playin with my heart so I can run away
All the things you did, all the things you said to me
Said to me, said
Now I'm lonely in my bed

Pitbull - All Night lyrics (feat. David Rush)

Russia, it's a world wide
You can catch me in Russia
At a millionaire's night
Nah I ain't no russian
But I get what I like
Baby know russian
I'ma tell you what I want

Girl it's on tonight
You got me trippin off them strobe lights
You know this vodka got me feeling right
Just one more drink I take you home tonight
And we can go from the bed to the floor
From the window to the wall
No matter where we are, we can do it all night
from the bed to the floor
From the window to the wall
No matter where we are, we can do it all night

So where you wanna go baby girl, no I don't care
Any universe, any atmosphere
Clock say 1:12 so we're outta here
We can do it everywhere
She throwing up dubs screaming west side
I got a cali king you can fit just right
Pick cars depending on what's the best drive
Give you the keys, let you test drive
Top floor, with the sweet sounds great
Looking out the window over the tristate
She come mad early and leave mad late
And I ain't eating at the table, don't need no plates
Her clothes in the bedroom floor,
We're not even in the bedroom no more
I get a text message in the morn
Like daddy, go ahead and to me like that tonight
[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/pitbull/-/all-night.html]

Girl it's on tonight
You got me trippin off them strobe lights
You know this vodka got me feeling right
Just one more drink I take you home tonight
And we can go from the bed to the floor
From the window to the wall
No matter where we are, we can do it all night
from the bed to the floor
From the window to the wall
No matter where we are, we can do it all night

Baby we can go from the hallway to the backroom
Go upstairs, back down soon
My couch's soft, my floor too
We can take a day if you want too
Turn john like tv, hd, 3d
I spin you around like a cd
Baby don't make it so easy
She won't let...
She recking my place like tasmanian devil
I'm giving the base, she giving the trebble
And we turn it up, to the next level
I told her we can do it when the sun's up
Or we can get it in when the sun's down
Or maybe we can meet halfway
Either way, baby girl I'ma put it down

Girl it's on tonight
You got me trippin off them strobe lights
You know this vodka got me feeling right
Just one more drink I take you home tonight
And we can go from the bed to the floor
From the window to the wall
No matter where we are, we can do it all night
from the bed to the floor
From the window to the wall
No matter where we are, we can do it all night.

Pitbull - Ah Leke lyrics

Ah le leke leke leke leke leke...

It's Pit there, for sure
Now get down, get low
Who's got Miami all night long
That's not a question, no more
The world is my block
The globe is my home
It's a proof, in fact
But that chico got his own

I don't spit it down, gotta live it
Millions of dollars, go get it
Billions of them
Now way, watch out
I don't call, now slim it
When I blast the game
And I'm more like
"Yeah, kill it"
I'll be up all night
Go ahead and be the realist

[Refrain x3:]
All the ladies when you're ready let me let me know
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing
Where she'd said she go?

Pit showed up and broke up
[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/pitbull/globalization/ah-leke.html]
On stage with two big booties
Yo, like me, it's cool
I'm lord of Pit, Pit's suma
They count it, what school me
Y'all fools, you can't fool me
I'd never worried 'bout beef
Because my brother is 6th Avenue
I got that point out of my blood
All I know is how to lead teams
I grew up around, no kinda games from T.N.
As IPs, HCs, BOBs, LPs, VIPs
So pale, shine oh, wide low,

[Refrain x3:]
All the ladies when you're ready let me let me know
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing
Where she'd said she go?

It's that shit that defines me
MBA came find me
Even if they did I'd sell for two billion, smiling (ha ha)
Mo lokey no sirens, grew up around keys and violence
Was taught to stay silent
Now silence

[Refrain x3:]
All the ladies when you're ready let me let me know
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing
Where she'd said she go?

PITBULL - "305 Anthem' lyrics

It’s that little Chico Pitbull
This my way of letting my City know
I’ll ride for ‘em! I’ll Cry for ‘em!
Bust five for ‘em! And most of all,
FUCKING DIE FOR ‘EM!!

[Repeat 4x]
HEY 305! TILL I DIE!

[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I’ll ride for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I’ll die for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I bust heads with my muthafucking click! With my click!
If a nigga talk shit, Watch my shit go click!
Click, click, click, click!

Man, I’ve been on the grind,
1 in the head, 16 in the 9
I’m extra Man!
The game is mine, in due time
It’s all right, I’m patient Man!
I know how to play my position
I know how to play my part
I know how to play these bitches
I know how to play with they hearts
I’ve done some dumb things
But for the most,
I’ve played it smart
Who cares if you run things
Cuz I’m as live as 106 & park!
This game is nothing,
But a pool of blood with a bunch of sharks!
Only the strong survive
It’s Do or Die
Get it Right!
That’s why I roll for my peoples!
Cock back, go to war with my peoples!
Break bread with my peoples!
Man I’ll die for my peoples!
Everybody knows is truth
That’s why they respect
Everything that I do
Everywhere that I go
Every fiend, every foe
Every bitch, every hoe
Man I sold it All!
From the weed to the ‘x’
From the ‘x’ to the blow
Mark my words “ I’m next to Blow! ”
P to the I, I to the T, T to the B, B to the U, double the L!
Me I’ma sell like ice cream in Hell!
This for my peoples that’s locked up in jail
I’ma succeed, I’m never ‘gon fail!
Papo just watch!

[Chorus 2x]

Man I’m watching the game closely
Uncle Luke that man done coached me
He told me the who, what, where’s, and why’s
How to cross T’s, how to dot I’s
Little did he know he created a Monster!
PITBULL Nigga, I’m that Monster!
DB, them Chico’s is Monsters!
Lil’Jon, that Nigga is a Monster!
Everybody in the click is well equipped
Ready for Pit to take over shit!
This here is not a game…
This here is our lives…
We can’t fuck this up…
We gotta get it right…
If you wit us and you ready for war
Then let’s Ride!!!
LET’S show ‘em how we do in the south
Kick in they door, run in they house
Since them boys think they spit fire
Fuck It! Put the gun in they mouth!
Follow me now
All these bitches wanna swallow me now!
All these niggas that I don’t even know
Wanna hollah at me now
Cuz the wanna be down
But fuck’em man!
Me I turn it up a notch
To my hustlers be careful when they murdering the block!
To my killers be careful when you burning up the glock!
Last thing you wanna be is running from the cops
Pit’s ‘gon take it from da bottom to the top!
Haters can hate, but it aint ‘gon stop!
Everybody knows I’m blow just listen to the flow
This Chico got it on lock! HA!

[Chorus 2x]

[Repeat 12x]
HEY 305! TILL I DIE!

Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out Lyrics

I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard
I wish I had a better voice to sing some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme everytime I sang
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think

My name’s Blurryface and I care what you think
My name’s Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
[x2]
We’re stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when i was young
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from?
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it
I’d probably only sell one
It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes, home grown, a stone’s throw from creek we used to roam
But it’d remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter

My name’s Blurryface and I care what you think
My name’s Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out

We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they’re laughing at our face saying
“Wake up you need to make money”
Yo
[x2]

Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
[x2]

We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
Used to play pretend, wake up you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they’re laughing at our face saying
“Wake up you need to make money”
Yo

LAMHEIN LYRICS – ANMOLL MALLIK | ADAPTATION OF COLDPLAY'S PARADISE

Rezaa rezaa bikhra tera chehra teri aankhein
Saanson me mere chhupke leta hai tu saansein

Paas jo tha, door hai kyun
Itne hum majboor hain kyun
Kyun hai nahi mere naseeb mein
Dhoondein jisey shaamein meri shaamein
Laaun kahaan se wo lamhein

Lamhein lamhein
Lamhein lamhein
Lamhein lamhein
Laaun kahan se woh lamhe

Kosey kosey wo din
Shabnam shabnam si raatein
Jitna main bhulun tujhko
Yaad aaye teri baatein

Neend mein taare sone lage
Kya thhe hum kya hone lage
Yaadon ke sab sheeshe hai kyun toote
Jaane kahaan chhoote, kahaan chhoote
Jaane kahaan chhoote lamhe

Lamhein lamhein
Lamhein lamhein
Lamhein lamhein
Jaane kahan chhoote lamhein

Khaali khaali raste poochhe kadmon se mere
Kehte kahaan hai wo, jo sang chalta tha tere

Laut ke aaye phir woh pal jo
Ginti hoon pal pal har din
Thehare hai palkon pe abhi aansun
Le aa kahin se tu kahin se tu..

Na na na na… aa..

Lamhein lamhein
Lamhein lamhein
Lamhein lamhein
Jaane kahaan chhoote lamhein (x2)

Singer: Anmoll Mallik
Lyrics: Manoj Muntashir
Music Recreated by: Anu Malik
Video Directed by: Mohit Suri

JUSTIN BIEBER SORRY SONG LYRICS

You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty
You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies
I hope I don't run out of time. Could someone call a referee?
'Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness

I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice
And by once or twice I mean maybe a couple of hundred times
So let me, oh, let me redeem, oh, redeem, oh, myself tonight
'Cause I just need one more shot, second chances

Yeah
Is it too late now to say sorry?
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body, oh
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah, I know-oh-oh, that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?

I'm sorry yeah
Sorry yeah
Sorry
Yeah, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?

I'll take every single piece of the blame if you want me to
But you know that there is no innocent one in this game for two
I'll go, I'll go and then you go, you go out and spill the truth
Can we both say the words and forget this?

Yeah
Is it too late now to say sorry?
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body, oh
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah, I know-oh-oh, that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?

I'm not just trying to get you back on me (oh, no, no)
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body (your body), oh
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah, I know-oh-oh, that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?

[2x]
I'm sorry yeah
Sorry, oh
Sorry
Yeah, I know-oh-oh, that I let you down (let you down)
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?

Lil Wayne – Trouble (Mastered) Lyrics

[Leah Kunkel Sample]
Cities, streets, that’s where I learned
Play with fire, you’ll get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble… trouble

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, C three, yeah
New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle
And everybody’s ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we still people
We eat like dogs, but we still people
And even when ya lost, trouble still see you
And even if ya dead broke, we are still equal
One time for the lil people
Eat ya meal, don’t let ya meal eat you
(I run with trouble… trouble)
Street runner we crazy with dis one
I run… with… trouble

[Lil Wayne]
And just the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self
I pray to God, that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go when there’s no help?
He figured Heaven, so he went left
Ya’ll know that ain’t right
Plus, he was high as a plane on that same night
Shit, I probably been on that same flight
Shit, I probably had that same fight
I just kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin
(I run with trouble… trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was just a child
Mama love a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And took his life, and along with him, I died
And she died, we died
Then came my daughter, to my bed side
Told me daddy, don’t cry, I’m alive
I look her in the eyes, and see me with no sins
But this is how the note ends

[Lil Wayne]
Ya know, let’s kick it back
I can’t call it
(I run with trouble… trouble)
Ya know, heheh
Yeah, yeah

[Lil Wayne]
The tool, it poke out the jeans
The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything ain’t what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don’t play that game, without your team
Kill for my bread, kill for my G’s, kill for my cream
I will have that red beam on hot beam
Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one behind me
I ain’t trippin baby, money got me
Unh
(I run with trouble… trouble)
And fuck the police, fuck the feds, too
I ain’t jumpin in that jump suit
A one, I’m on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where’s yours nigga?
Too much hoarse liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much force
Too much money, never heard that before
Shit
And we stop the snitches at the door
Cut that tail off the rat, he won’t rat no more
(I run with trouble… trouble)
Shit, that’s right, get trapped fuck with my G’s
Keep shootin, ’til I burn my sleeves
Nigga please, these boys is G’s
Represent New Orleans, like a Fleur-de-lis
Shit, what you know about it, we more than thieves
We steal from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, niggas act up, my niggas act accordingly
Hey soldier, don’t war with me
You don’t want it

Love yourself Justin Bieber song lyric

For all the times that you rain on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart, oh, girl for goodness' sake
You think I'm crying on my own. Well, I ain't

And I didn't wanna write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care. I don't,
But you still hit my phone up
And, baby, I be movin' on
And I think you should be somethin' I don't wanna hold back,
Maybe you should know that

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I've been so caught up in my job,
Didn't see what's going on
But now I know,
I'm better sleeping on my own

'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to somethin'
You should go and love yourself

And when you told me that you hated my friends
The only problem was with you and not them
And every time you told me my opinion was wrong
And tried to make me forget where I came from

And I didn't wanna write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care. I don't,
But you still hit my phone up
And, baby, I be movin' on
And I think you should be somethin' I don't wanna hold back,
Maybe you should know that

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I've been so caught up in my job,
Didn't see what's going on
But now I know,
I'm better sleeping on my own

'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to somethin'
You should go and love yourself

For all the times that you made me feel small
I fell in love. Now I feel nothin' at all
And never felt so low when I was vulnerable
Was I a fool to let you break down my walls?

'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to somethin'
You should go and love yourself

'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself
And if you think (you think) that I'm (that I'm) still holdin' on (holdin' on) to somethin'
You should go and love yourself

Syndicate Lyrics - Bipul Chhetri ( सिन्डिकेट् )

भेट भयो आज हामी सिन्डिकेट्को माझ हामी
उभिएछु तिम्रो बगल मा, 

बिजि तिमी मोबाइल मा हेरेछु
खेलेको योवन,

नाम तिम्रो थाहा छैन तर मलाई पर्वाहा छैन
बोली केही रहेछौ है,

 आँखाले केही भनिरहेछौ है
बोलु त के भनेर
डर पनि लाग्छ सोचेर

तिमी जाने सिलिगुरि, म जाने सिक्किम तिर

खुसी छु है तिम्रै माझ भुले सारा संसार आज
तिमी पनि म संग नै जान भए 

कति रमाइलो
हुने थियो भन्नत
कस्तो यो मिलन हाम्रो, 

बीस मिनेट को सम्बन्ध हाम्रो

कस्तो यो मिलन हाम्रो, बीस मिनेट को सम्बन्ध हाम्रो
पाएर पनि नपाए जस्तो, चिनेर पनि न चिने जस्तो
जिन्दगी यस्तै नै हो र
आफ्नै बाटो त जानू छदै छर

तिमी जाने सिलिगुरि, म जाने सिक्किम तिर

मलाई नै हेरेको झै लाग्छ घरी घरि
(हेरे लाग्छ घरिघरि)
फर्की हेर्छु म पनि आशा सरि
(हुउ... आशा सरि)
मनमा सोच्दै म रमाउद छु
(मनमा सोच्दै म रमाउद छु)
तिमी संगै भएको कल्पना गर्छु
(कल्पना गर्छुउ...)

कस्तो धर्के पानी पर्यो, भिजेर म चुर भए
तिमी संगै ओत लागि आफ्नो गाडी पर्खिरहे
भिजेछु आज म रहर ले

सबै गाडी चद्न थाल्यो कमाण्डर को हर्न सुनी
कलिम्पोङ टु सिलिगुरि, भन तिमी कस्तो निस्ठुरी
चडेर गयो कता तिर
छाडी राख्यौ मलाई यतै तिर
तिमी जाने सिलिगुरि, म जाने सिक्किम तिर
तिमी जाने सिलिगुरि, म जाने सिक्किम तिर
तिमी जाने सिलिगुरि, म जाने सिक्किम तिर

छोराले अन्तरजातीय बिहे गर्दा बाबुआमा बहिष्कृत

फाल्गुन २७, २०७१-छोराले अन्तरजातीय विवाह गरेपछि यहाँको अश्राङ २, झिगटेका टंकबहादुर खड्का र उनकी पत्नी सीतालाई गाउँलेले सामाजिक बहिस्कार गरेका छन्।

१७ वर्षअघि विवाह गरी घर छाडेर हिँडेको छोरो गत दसैँमा घर फर्केपछि समाजको तिरस्कार सहनुपरेको खड्का दम्पतीले बताए। 'लेनदेन, मेलापात टुटाए, हुँदाहुँदै कुलदेवता पूजा पनि गर्न दिएनन्,' ६१ वषर्ीया सीताले भनिन्। आगामी शुक्रबार हुने कुलदेवता पूजाका लागि मन्दिर मर्मत गर्न जाँदा आफ्नै कुलभित्रका र  गाउँलेले 'काट्छु र मार्छु' भनेको उनले गुनासो गरिन्। मंगलबार जिल्ला प्रहरी कार्यालयमा उजुरी गर्न आएकी उनले भनिन्, 'बली चढाउन बोका ल्याउन पाउँदैनौ। ल्यायौ भने तिमीहरू बूढाबूढीलाई पनि बोकासँगै मार हान्छौँ भनेर जाइलागे।'

६२ वषर्ीय टंकबहादुर श्रीमती र विवाहित दुई छोरी लिएर उजुरी दर्ता गर्न आएका हुन्। मन्दिरका झाँक्रीको नेतृत्वमा सबै गाउँले एकजुट भएको उनले बताए। 'मेरो पक्षमा गाउँका कमिला पनि छैन,' उनले भने, '१७ वर्षसम्म अन्याय सहेँ। अत्याचार बढेपछि उजुरी गर्न आएँ।' छोराले ताप्ले गाविसकी मुना सार्कीसँग  अन्तरजातीय विवाह गरेपछि गाउँलेेको दबाबमा घर छिर्न नपाएको उनले सुनाए। 'गाउँलेले कागज गरेर छोरासँग भेटघाट गर, घरभित्र छिर्न नदिनु भने, उनीहरूले भनेजस्तै गर्दै आएँ,' उनले भने, 'कुलबाट निकाल्न खोजेपछि सहन सकिन।' ठूलो छोराको मृत्युपछि दलित विवाह गरेको कान्छोलाई घरमा बोलाएर भेटघाट  गरेको उनले बताए। 'बुहारीले अहिलेसम्म दैलोमा पाइला टेकेकी छैनन्,' टंकबहादुरले भने, 'दसैँमा छोरा बोलाएर खुवाएको भनेर घर जोख्याउन पूजा लगाउन लगाए। माघमा पूजा लगाए पनि कुलदेवता पूजामा समावेश नगराएको उनले बताए। 'मन्दिर मर्मत गर्न श्रमदान गर्न दिएनन्,' उनले भने, 'कुलमा उठाउँदै  आएको मासिक बचत पनि रोके।' खड्काका कुल पूजामा ३५ घरधुरी सहभागी हुन्छन्। छिमेकीको मृत्यु हुँदा दिन उठाएको मानाचामल पनि लिन छाडेको सीताले बताइन्। 'गाउँमा खसीबोका काट्दा पनि दिंदैनन्,' उनले भनिन्। आमाबुवालाई गाउँलेले एक्लो पारेपछि माइतीबाट आएर सघाउनुपरेको छोरी मीना थापाले  बताइन्। 'खेतीपाती गर्ने बेलामा छोरीहरू आएर काम गछौँ,' उनले भनिन्, 'हाम्रा बुवाआमालाई हेला नगर्नुस् भन्दा छोरी बेश्या भन्दै गाउँलेले बोल्न दिंदैनन्।' खडका दम्पतीका दुई छोरा र पाँच छोरी हुन्। सबै विवाह गरेर आ-आफ्ना घरघरमा छन्। दलित विवाह गरेका कान्छो कृष्णबहादुर पोखरामा बस्छन्। मन्दिरका  झाँक्री रोलबहादुर, डालकुमारी, यानबहादुर, पदमकुमारी र कृष्णबहादुर खड्काले छुवाछूत गरेको दम्पतीले बताएका छन्। उनीहरूले किटानी जाहेरी दिएका छन्। मन्दिरका पुजारी रोलबहादुरले वंशले नै निर्णय गरेर उनीहरूलाई कुल र पितृको पूजामा समावेश नगराएको बताए। 'यो हाम्रो वंशको कुरा हो,' उनले फोनमा  भने, 'मेरो इच्छाको कुरा अरूले भनेर हुँदैन।' प्रहरी निरीक्षक दीपक श्रेष्ठले छुवाछूत गरेको भनेर ठाडो निवेदन आएको बताए। उनले भने, 'जाहेरी आयो। हामी त्यो गाउँ हेर्ने चौकीसँग कुरा बुझ्दैछांै।'