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JEREMIH lyrics - Jeremih

Jumpin

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Ooooooooooooooo [Verse 1:] I'm on dance floor With my cup got a couple cuties They got big old butts we feeling naughty Tryna miss behave looking for a freak they Welling to demonstrate holding dollar bills Get them off the ground its time for me to hit Get me off the mound hit me out of here Get some belvedere or some doogy houser and have wonder year [Hook:] Now shawty dont say that you wanna the night Cause frankly we can get it in tonight You know who you is a night full of shots With Mick Schultz and Jeremih [Chorus] Now if you gone eat it ima feel you On up and if you at a party gone throw yo hands up Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin man this Party jumpin bumpin jumpin Now if its 200 degrees and it aint Coming back down Now if you really wanna you do it right now Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin Party stay jumpin don't nobody wanna leave [Verse 2:] Now you don't wanna leave And its after 3 With the heat up can nobody breath I think im gonna luck Up don't need clover leaf If you got a big donk truck back it up for me Like To the left To the right You know i need that uh huh In my life i keep a real big uh huh Appetite So wont you come in fill me for the night [Hook:] Now shawty don't say that you wanna the night Cause frankly we can get it in tonight You know who you is a night full of shots Wit Mick Schultz and Jeremih [Chorus] Now if you gone eat it ima feel you On up and if you at a party gone throw yo hands up Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin man this Party jumpin bumpin jumpin Now if its 200 degrees and it aint Coming back down Now if you really wanna you do it right now Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin Party stay jumpin don't nobody wanna leave You know i be on it to the early morning Party stay jumpin don't nobody wanna leave So go get you some red bull and a couple Coronas You know the Party stay jumpin don't nobody wanna leave Party stay jumpin don't no body wanna leave P-p-Party stay jumpin don't nobody wanna leave Till 5 in the morning if you feeling this hit jump on it [Hook:] Now shawty don't say that you wanna the night Cause frankly we can get it in a night You know who you is a night full of shots Wit Mick Schultz and Jeremih [Chorus] Now if you gone eat it ima feel you On up and if you at a party gone throw yo hands up Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin man this Party jumpin bumpin jumpin Now if its 200 degrees and it aint Coming back down Now if you really wanna you do it right now Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin Man this party's jumpin bumpin jumpin Party stay jumpin don't nobody wanna leave Uh huh Oh oh oh Oh bumpin uh uh uh uh Jumpin Uh uh you know its jumpin

Let Me Fly

JIM JONES "Capo"
[Rell] Whatever you wanna do, girl we gotta do it tonight You don't wanna let me go, I can see it in your eyes But you know I gotta fly, cus baby this is my life Baby this is my life [Jim Jones] She's spillin' drinks all night on my favorite pants She was all up on a nigga givin' crazy stares The loud knock in my door had me wake up scared As I looked into my bed she had her makeup smeared Damn, it's like a party what we made in here And I was tryin' tell the time through the jacob glare Can't front the fat ass and the wavy hair Had a nigga contemplate about stayin' here I missed the flight I got to pay delay She tried to do it all again she ain't playin' fair She reached up like do you gotta leave I wanna stay but baby girl I gotta breathe Jet lag screamin' that we runnin' late My louis bag on wheels runnin' to the gate Party all night to the A.M. And it kinda pushed my time back like daylight savings [Rell] 7 a.m. turning over in the sheets Manager blowin' up the phone in my sleep A smile on my face I don't mean to make em' wait But she's that much sexier when she sleeps Throwin' on my clothes put my shoes on my feet Bags packed up now I'm ready for the streets Glanced back at her now she's staring up at me She wanna pull me back but she know I gotta leave Flights at ten then we land at twelve Then we then check-in to another hotel oh well Do it all again I think I want her an my homie wants her friend Ball like tomorrow might be the end We can let it all go, we can play pretend We can do up from the dusk til' the dawn Like the Marvin Gaye song baby lets get it on

Saturday Night

KAISER CHIEFS "Employment"
Suddenly there's a knock at your head Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name. Get a room, get a head, get a hat We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class Come to the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys I wanna wear my clothes tight Matching jackets and a fistful of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes Ppp-pneumothorax is a word that is long. They're just trying to put the pun back into punctured lung Pe-pe-pe-panic over party off party on 'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one Come to the city on a Saturday night Open your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see I wanna love you like crazy When cameras are pointing right in your face Can see into your room from outer space Cut through the city on a Saturday night It's not the size of the man in the fight I wanna know what that does I wanna show what matters Cause it's the size of the fight in the man That makes the difference and decides who is champ Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the night Come to the city on a Saturday night I asked your mother and she said it's alright We're getting married when we're thirty I want to do it on your birthday 'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna dance the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife

Clap Your Hands Pt. 2

IMX "IMx"
[CHORUS:] All the ladies wearing strings Clap your hands And if you wanna get naughty Clap your hands So all the fellas put in work And the ladies make it twurk If you came to get it crunk Clap your hands It's eleven o'clock and You're already out Gotta get your crew together And all go out There's a party somewhere That goes all night And VIP is gonna be there So you gotta look tight Theres gonna be sexy hicanas and Americans Even some from China And some from Japan You know the party is jumpin' And the beat is bumpin' So everybody Get your freak on [1:] Ladies feel a rise When you start to grind G-string in the middle With your big behind She be switchin' them hips From right to left We gone dance all night Till we run out of breath [Repeat chorus twice] The place is already packed At a quarter past three Girlies with they Mini skirts and fly bodies Ladies dancin' so hard The fellas wantin' more And it's gettin' kinda nasty On the dance floor The DJ's spinnin' the cuts On the one's and two's So many women around And so many dudes You know the partys jumpin' And the beat is bumpin' So everybody Get your swerve on [Repeat 2] [Repeat chorus twice] [Repeat 2] [Repeat chorus five times] IMx, platinum status Say what say what If you came to Get it crunk Clap your hands

Somebody's Girl

JAY-Z "The Blueprint"
[J] The sixty second assassin [R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs [J] Turn that music up! [R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand [R] Hovahhhhhhhhh [J] Woo! Yes, yes [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!) Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh) Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!) Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right) Somebody's girl is at this party (uh) Sittin in V.I.P. Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right) And she's comin home with me [Jay-Z] Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on Now - where's her man is not my concern It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out Clear her whole area out And bring this whole party little nearer to my house Now - where's her spouse I don't know So, I don't ask, I don't probe I just - get in 6, get out on Rov' Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on Just a - select few, the fools are gone It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on [Chorus: R. Kelly] Somebody's girl is at this party Shakin that ass to this Somebody's girl is at this party Drink that glass of Cris' Somebody's girl is at this party Sittin in V.I.P. Somebody's girl is at this party And she's comin home with me [Jay-Z] Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock And she's comin with me, when the beat stop When the party is done, I party with hon Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad and she wanna party with me, no ex at all No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved Just the highway exit that we exit off And I - fall back, I let her talk I inquire sometime, I admire her mind I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin that of which she has never seen So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean [Chorus] [Jay-Z] The moral of the story if you love your bitch you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch You better - slow your roll, trick some bread When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said 'See ya when I see ya,' now she's callin me up And I'm like, 'Geah, of course I wanna chill' Now she with the real, and you all fed Like, 'I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!' [Chorus]

Don't @ Me

JME "Integrity>"
[Hook - Jme:] Fam, don't @ me If you're gonna chat shit, don't @ me Fall back a likkle bit, don't @ me I am not having it, don't @ me You will get blocked quick, don't @ me With your default pic, don't @ me Delete all that shit, don't @ me I have to tell these pricks "don't @ me" [Verse 1 - Skepta:] Hi hater Why you wanna diss man online then say "hi" later I already said don't waste my time Now I've gotta tell 'em don't waste my data I don't wanna write a diss track for an MC Nah, I don't wanna waste my paper I used to care 'bout certain man Sold my Rolex, no time on my hand Boy Better Know, that's my gang You and I have got different plans You're trying to look bouji in Milan I'll be eating sushi in Japan Man chat shit on my timeline No long ting, I block man then I report spam You're butters, so just jam Or turn on your location if you're a bad boy, you prick [Hook - Jme] [Verse 2 - Frisco:] Exactly Don't chat to me nah, don't @ me I'm a darg, why would you wanna cat me? Couple girls along the way try trap me They failed, word to Natalie I'm my own boss, who's gonna sack me? If a man violates Jme's durag truss me, you're gonna get beat up badly, oh so badly Don't @ me, block them, I spot them out like acne Hot them man, box them up on the backstreet I'm on my toes like an athlete And you ain't been in no war, you're just a likkle Cat D Writing off MCs, that's me And I ain't gotta say what the best out, you know why? I'll just let the facts speak [Hook - Jme] [Verse 3 - Shorty:] Don't @ me, fall back a likkle bit, take a backseat You can't keep up, do you need a taxi Man wanna @ me, but it's not that deep Manna move shaky, ask Maxi Act up, get a slap from black-chi Man said he's gonna catch me on the backstreets Man wanna @ me but it's not that deep It's not that deep, it's not that though You better know yourself, fall back bro I'm cool when I walk in my hometown Man said they're looking for me, where they at though? Where they at though? I can't see nothing When the night here fam it's like free one You better know yourself when you come round here cause this is the scene that we run Moesh [Hook - Jme] [Verse 4 - Jme:] I spit bars straight up like Dapz Trust me, not in a riddle Spit so much you might see a little dribble Bars that I spat when I was little Went over your head like piggy in the middle I was on tunes with Napa and shizzle Still no label ain't got my scribble So if you chat shit, straight dismissal I will leave it like Leth to the Bizzle Leave it like peri peri drizzle Leave it like fans that are fickle Leave it simple, fam are you deaf Like that black figure with the sickle? Pap pap pap, yeah, hit 'em with the triple Until you hear that tinnitus whistle Make a jaw swing like you're on dizzle Actually, fam [Hook - Jme]

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