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Brandon Dicamillo lyrics - Various Songs

But Why's It So Cold

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Its Christmas We're Talkin' ‘Bout! (Short Pause) No! Beware! Ill Cover You In Fast Eddies underwear Wow Ill eat your mammies panties and tell your mom to come to me and come to my prom its in outer space that's where my sleigh can fly to goodbye! Excuse you Can I come back and say the rest of it? Its Christmas kids and you're gonna love it! Gravy dripping all over me Christmas is good... But only when I come to your house and you've been good Christmas comes to everyone in every neighborhood Whoa yeah Christmas In Fact You see Christmas layin' on its back.... Get Back To Work Bitch! With me on top and don't you ever ever pull the lever that says stop Jimmy Pop: Santa cooked your Christmas In his hobbit hole Bam: But why's it so cold? X4 ---------------------------------------------------- Yeah you know.... It is what it is so... Whoa! I took a big ol' dump in a pringles can.. Now I'm wipin' off my ass forget about my hand pumped up ready to do it I get in my sled my sack filled with fluid Im bringin joy to my elves.. Don't put it by me pleasures I wont deny their heiney My Armpits will sweat when I see that long-haired elf coming out of his Corvette Even though its old and its got a little scratch It don't matter I just love to lick his patch.. On his chest You'll Catch me red-handed Douglas! I'm the Christmas Bandit! Top-soil plant Don't you love the taste of a beaver when it hesitates ---------------(chorus)--------------------------- with this christmas you're going dutch Bam: But whys it so cold Get me outta this now! Bam: But Whys it so cold Let me...rub your back Bam: But Why's it so cold You're gonna make a lot of money kid! Bam: But why's it so cold? I'll invest every bit of love I got! Bam: but why's it so cold? I got a toolbox! Bam: But why's it so cold? It makes no sense! Bam: But Why's It so cold? Fill you up... With pleasurous nutrients like a worm has! ---------(chorus)--------------- Weiner...Ho Ho Ho Bam: But Why's It so Cold? X5 Bam: And it all happened at the company christmas party? *snorts* Oh Yeah!

Used To Know Remix

AKON "Konkrete Jungle"
I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, care down I'm made of fire, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my pick top 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop What the fuck? Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back God damn I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, care down I'm made of fire, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my pick top 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Money money money man I got DC's, crockodiles On both feet, Kai Peters Livin' life, screwed up Jump lane for 100 meters You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies But that's bullshit, I'm too fly My heart cold, I don't feel Nothin' in it, it paralyzed Deep and under, I cut 'er off She know how to treat a boss I move pounds like Boston George Get high before I was record Mark Jacobs on my face Gator heads on my waist Makin' more, B-O-T I pop the trunk but there's lil space Goin' in on everything Head first, divin' for it You playin' games, changin' numbers And I ain't got time for it Drop the top, I need head room Flat screens in my bathroom I got a red hoe with long weave With Money Man on her tattoos But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba You can look, never let him touch it Think about it all day – Mothafucka Run over niggas, road kill Need room to breathe like fishy gills Give them to you? What's the use Give them away, goodwill High heels, TG's Got that ass movin' in 3D The riding cure everything's so Breezy Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi ... heart cold Third eye, heart froze Armpits, tagged toes Beauty and the beast, don't love hoes That shit, I don't like it Do anything for a Klondike Ice-cream but my ice clean And my cake feels, bon appetite Devious, French too Bitch cost, whole thang Twenty cake in my bustier 38 in my villa rang Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat

2 Da Good Tymz

Big Daddy Kane "Veteranz Day"
Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change Let's take a trip down memory lane With the game talker, native New Yorker Gators on my feet, formerly British walker Yes love, that's how it was before When you was funky fresh or down by law Parlay with your crew at the corner store Carrying a boom box ‘til your arms were sore We be wildin' on the corner free stylin' Or politickin' ‘bout doe we see piling Or either girls we be getting with, how we be hitting it Lying bout skins that we didn't get Slow moving at paces through the rat races The Jordache look and fat laces Making moves any type of way I remember it like yesterday, hey Chorus Here's to you That's how it was before When you was funky fresh or down by law Way back in the days how we used to do Thank you for the good times y'all Repeat Verse 2 Déjà vu, things ain't nothing new Shorties make me think how we used to do When you couldn't be sleeping, if you plan on keeping Hold of your sheepskin, heads do be peeping Think it can't happen to you, now could it Came to school wearing Puma's went home barefooted And on the weekends when everybody click To slide to the deuce to check Karate flicks Come back around the way after dark So the crew could embark on the jam in the park What would happen that night, was to scrap in a fight Only way to break it up was playing Rappers Delight And as I sit back watching you Shorties out there doing what you got to do I feel for you being sincere Cause where you trying to go I already been there, yeah Chorus Verse 3 Ain't nothing but love I got to give I don't playa hate cause we all got to live That negative lifestyle I prohibit Good life I got to live it, bubbly I got to sip it Now I'll admit that I sort of be flashing But yet and still I do it in an orderly fashion Bring on the honeys and watch me mack these, stack cheese Go on with your bad self, Black Caes Just when the game got the stakes set high Straight from Bed Stuy, the return of the Jedi With a jewel cause I'm tired of seeing Charges being brought up, on brothers getting caught up Now it's about time we connect, organize and collect A new wold order's in effect I send this out to the shorties in the hood I wanna see you all live good Chorus Chorus

Cold Blooded

JOJO
Yeah, yeah, oh, whoa Sorry, sorry, love Sorry, sorry, love Sorry, sorry, love, love, love, love Wait, I know we hit it off on a good note But now you're gettin' a little too comfortable Now let me put you on the game (I give love a bad name) Wait, before you go and pull off the handcuffs I'm not your prisoner, don't try to lock me up That'll be your worst mistake (The biggest you'll ever make) Sometimes what you want, it ain't what you get I say I want love, and I take it back I guess I just don't know how to act I'm so-o-o-rry Sometimes what you give, it ain't what you get 'Cause I gave my heart and I ain't seen it back Now revenge is running through my veins, yeah Better unlock the chains Or else, baby, I'm a break away I'm sorry but I can't change it, I was born this way I was born this way Caught me cold blooded Put the blame on me Charge me to the first degree Sorry but a love gene's missing in my DNA Caught me cold blooded Yeah, ye-yeah, yeah, yeah caught me cold blooded Stop, you're gonna make me put up a roadblock Taking the life of me down to the last drop You gotta give me room to breathe Or I will become the enemy Boy your girl's gotta do what you gotta do So if you let me keep it moving we'll keep it cool Don't try to change me babe That'll push me away Sometimes what you want, it ain't what you get I say I want love, and I take it back I guess I just don't know how to act I'm so-o-o-rry Sometimes what you give, it ain't what you get 'Cause I gave my heart and I ain't seen it back Now revenge is running through my veins Better unlock the chains Or else, baby, I'm a break away I'm sorry but I can't change it I was born this way Caught me cold blooded Put the blame on me Charge me to the first degree Sorry but a love gene's missing in my DNA Caught me cold blooded Yeah, ye-yeah, yeah, yeah caught me cold blooded Yeah, ye-yeah, yeah, yeah caught me cold blooded Hear me out Know you think I'm a monster But my heart's been locked up Wanna keep me here; You gotta let me come up for air, yeah Let me come up for air Can't be what you want me to be 'Cause my love's just cold blooded Better unlock the chains Or else, baby, I'm a break away I'm sorry but I can't (yeah) change it, I was born this way Caught me cold blooded Put the blame on me (ohhhhhhhhhh) Charge me to the first degree Sorry but a love gene's missing in my DNA Caught me cold blooded Yeah, ye-yeah, yeah, yeah caught me cold blooded [echo]

Love In America

JTX
Top down it's raining out Yeah, I got the music loud Meet me underneath the iHop sign Off of work I got your text Let me be your cigarette We'll do it like Madonna in 85 Tonight the drinks on me We'll watch the stars go blue Ain't gonna get no sleep Buttons on your Levi's about to come loose Hey kids, here we go Heavy Metal, Disco Put your hands up This is love in America Malibu to Broadway Dance away the heartache Blow the world a kiss This is love in America A a Yeah your dreams are gonna come true A a Yeah tonight it's just me and you Hey kids, here we go Sex, hugs, rock n' roll Fill your cup up This is love in America On the street, feel the beat Bass kickin' Bruce Lee Come on every girl just grab a boy Cherry vodka snow cone Make a movie on your phone Kiss the kid born and raised in South Detroit Tonight the drinks on me We'll watch the stars go blue Ain't gonna get no sleep Buttons on your Levi's about to come loose Hey kids, here we go Heavy Metal, Disco Put your hands up This is love in America Malibu to Broadway Dance away the heartache Blow the world a kiss This is love in America A a Yeah your dreams are gonna come true A a Yeah tonight it's just me and you Hey kids, here we go Sex, hugs, rock n' roll Fill your cup up This is love in America Let's go! Come on shake your money maker Let go! Let me be your honey taker Let's go! Come on shake your money maker Let go! This is love in America Hey kids, here we go Heavy Metal, Disco Put your hands up This is love in America Malibu to Broadway Dance away the heartache Blow the world a kiss This is love in America A a Yeah your dreams are gonna come true A a Yeah tonight it's just me and you Hey kids, here we go Sex, hugs, rock n' roll Fill your cup up This is love in America America [x3]

100 Sheisty's

Harlem World "The Movement"
[Featuring Drag On] [Loon] Yo what would make a scared man pull a trigga The same thing that's make a scared man act bigga The same thing that'd make me grab my tec and empty quicker Adrenaline rush On the hush You'd die fuckin wit us Vacant lot is my home and the team that I trust So dont talk about them things if yo things dont bust I knew a guy like you his name was Phillepe Had me on 3 way With the D.A. Tryin to find out where we stay So on my 24th b-day I'm locked up in V.A. He dont know my guns turn commotion To slow motion Then from slow motion To no motion Run up in the place he hip-hoppin Spit shots in Clip droppin If I get caught, get Cochran And give Pedro, my pesos So he dont snitch while i lay low For 'bout a week or 2 Come back like peek-a-boo You see me I see you And if you talk, you'll be in ICU [Cardan] Yo I know you know a lot of brothas that's sheisty, Like I know a hundred brothas that's real, But I think it's time you know how we chill. Chorus: I'd been a hundred places, and nothin excites me, Hit an hundred ho's and none of them wifey. For every thousand that love me, A hundred dont like me, So how you wit a hundred cats, and none of the sheisty? [Drag-On] We the niggas wit the homicides That's got the niggas the most dramatized On how actually sat there and watched they mama die But dont worry about it, you second Wish I could get her first Cuz she's the one who gave birth, And we can't have no-more dirt in the earth I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights But I'm usin a switch, and throw you in a ditch Ya body don't fit, cuz niggas could still see ya dicks So ya really wanna take that risk Then un-ball ya fists Cuz i'm always a step ahead of ya'll You ball ya fists, I cock back Take this nigga I got that And that's what it's gonna mop at This gun is from a foreign land I don't know why i got it in my hand And I'm gonna get off every penny I dont care if its automatic or semi If I payed 300 flat That means I'm gonna send a hundred cats back With 300 attack But it dont hafta be an attack I'm gonna get the gas, and get em all in 1 house, and run out And sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on it And come back to a pile of ash Chorus [Meeno] Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty a hundred quicker We strap up inside the 18-wheeler A drug dealer, with cold cash, but so as To get a stash would be no task With no mask, love to get you hot and blast, than fast My infared beam is on ya ass My team is on ya ass Plottin schemin on ya ass That bitch you came wit stayed scremin on that ass For 3 and a ass Cuz nigga we love the cash Harlem World niggas got g's in the stash No questions asked, time to tell Heaven or hell You dont wanna be the nigga who be catchin the shell Meeno, and I be the team to prevail So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be held MuthaFucka!!!! Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end] Chorus til fade

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