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JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE lyrics - FutureSex / LoveSounds

Chop Me Up

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It's going down Tennessee Justin Timberlake Timbaland Three 6 Ma-ma-mafia Tennesse VA Dirty south Dirty south It's how we do what we do, man, when we do what we do [Justin:] I know you see me looking, girl go on and act right A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around and let me see just what ya curved like Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back, oh-oh Why don't you take a sip upon this champagne Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name I love that hour-glass shape you got upon that frame I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol I got a house that can entertain all of y'all Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll get back at ya, oh-oh And when I call don't give me the run-around I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it, girl There ain't nothin' to think about 'Cause you got me feigning, but girl you don't hear me Little lady You got me just (screwed up) Off of your melody Little lady C'mon and don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me Little lady You got me just (screwed up) Off of your melody Easy baby C'mon girl don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me [Timbaland:] You're kinda cute Baby, are you new in town? My name is Tim Aka Thomas Crown I heard you're lost Do you know your way around If you gotta problem baby I can hold ya down I can be your navigator or your compass Better yet a genie baby make your first wish You the party, baby I'm just the guestlist I think I need some Tylenol You got me restless So grab your friends And let's take it back to my house Let's watch Sex and the City or Desperate Housewives Simon says touch yours while you touch mine (parental discretion is advised) Oh-oh Y'all can be the star in my spotlight Studio 54 if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right Y'all looking shy, but ya act like y'all don't hear me Little lady You got me just (screwed up) Off of your melody Little lady C'mon and don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me Little lady You got me just (screwed up) Off of your melody Easy baby C'mon girl don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me [Three 6 Mafia:] See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had You could mix 'em all together you still be twice as bad 'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had Harder to kick than cigarettes and green bags Harder to escape than jail cells and bills You had me lost since the Philly girl with Pigtails. Like Michael Jackson, "how you do me this way?" Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia Ghetto fab player on these streets I'm tryin' a holla at ya Quit playing games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round I ain't gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestling match Is it good? Is it good? And have a little smack fest So if you never call me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessy Little lady You got me just (screwed up) Off of your melody Little lady C'mon and don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me Little lady You got me just (screwed up) Off of your melody Easy baby C'mon girl don't (chop me up) Please don't make a fool of me Screwed up Chop me up Screwed up Off of your melody Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me

Mentirosa

Mellow Man Ace
Ain't got nobody, baby......baby Check this out baby Tenemos tremendo lio Last night you didn't go A la casa de tu tio (Huh?) Resulta ser hey you were at a party Higher than the sky Emborrachada de Bacardi (no i wasn't) I bet you didn't know que conocia al cantinero (what?) He told me you were drinking and wasting my dinero talking about come in and enjoy what a women gives an hombre (but first of all see, I have to know your nombre) But I really wanna ask ya que si es verdad (would I lie?) and please por favor tell me la verdad cause I really need to know, yeah necesito entender if you're gonna be a player or be my mujer cause right now you're just a liar a straight mentirosa (who me?) today u tell me something y manana es otra cosa ain't got nobody, baby.....baby I remember the day que tu me decias Time and time again que tu me querias (I do) and at the time hey yo te creia porque no sabia that u were a relambia con fulanito y menganito, joseito y fernandito, larry and joey y then his brother Chico (uh uh) mucho que frentera that's a straight skeezer si quieres un pedazito go her way cause she's a pleaser but I tell ya straight up porque brother me di de cuanta that on Main Street her cuerpo estaba a la venta now get some el que quiera get some cualquiera hey yo she don't care man she's a tremenda fiera yeah you're hot to trying how to get what i got pero ya que te conozco what I got i guess not (porque?) cuz just a mentirosa con tu lengua venenosa today u tell me something, y manana es otra cosa [dialogue] mellow-'Girl, I can't believe it. You know, my mother's talking about me, my friends are talking about me. Not me about you.' girl-'About me?' mellow- 'You're nothing but a skeezer' girl- 'A skeezer? Don't be calling me no skeezer!' mellow-'Tu tienes mucho flojera mami si, uh huh, la verdad.' girl- 'Uh huh. Eso es lo que tu te crees.' mellow-'I bet you go to church and you're scared to confess.' girl-'No, I do confess baby. I do confess.' mellow-'Uh huh. Do you tell the truth, though?' girl-'Yeah I do.' mellow-'Yeah right.' girl-'Do you?' mellow-'Yeah! You're nothing but a skeezer you know what? I got some other stories to say about you. And it goes like this.' Un dia estaba en tu casa y ring there goes the phone recogiste y dijiste ('call me back, I'm not alone.') el queria tu direccion, yeah just your address y antes que colgaste I heard u say ('I'll wear a dress.') alabao que descarada is what ran through my mind so I say lets go out tonight', she says ('we go out all time.') 'oh, oh man!' ella no sabia that yo I knew her plan, de que iba a salir with that other man so I told the girl in Spanish I said 'hey ya me voy.' (pero porque?) cause you ain't treating me like I'm some sucker toy cause who needs u anyways (I need you!) con tu lengua venenosa (No te vayas Mellow, no te vayas! Yo te necesito!) today you tell me something y manana es otra cosa (tsk! but?!) MENTIROSA! Ain't got nobody...

Raw Ramp

T-Rex "Marc Bolan - T. Rex Singles (Part I)"
Baby I've got metal knees ooh. Lady I'm beggin' of you please Baby you think you're a champ but Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp. Lady, your lips are the most Baby, your mouth is like a ghost Lady, you think you're a champ but Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp. Woman, I love your chests ooh, Baby, I'm crazy 'bout your breasts Woman, you think you're a champ but Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp Baby I've got metal knees ooh. Lady I'm beggin' of you please Baby you think you're a champ but Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp. Baby, I love your chests ooh, Lady, I'm crazy 'bout your breasts Woman, you think you're a champ but Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp You ain't nothin' but a raw ramp...... Standin' on a corner by my old high school, I let this female call me a fool I got on my knees and begged to the sun And I knew that my manhood had begun Boogie on, electric boogie, boogie on Embrace your brother, dance in the mud Like a Palamino stud Come along hold my hand.

Haters Still Mad

LIL' FLIP "Undaground Legend"
(feat. Big T, Lil' Ron) [talking] Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad Man look, Big T [Chorus: Big T] Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad [Lil' Flip] You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', make this Screw shit coast to coast I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me [Chorus] Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad [Lil' Flip] All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill [Lil' Ron] Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging [Chorus] Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

Wit' Yo' Bad Self

TIMBALAND & MAGOO "Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment"
(feat. Mad Skillz) [Timbaland] Here we go again Ha ha, here we go again Make it hot, uhh (Yeah) Here we go again Make it hot Mad Huh, here we go again We're gon' make it hot Ha ha, here we go again (Yo) Skillz [Mad Skillz] Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin Flip your back out, and we can start twistin Check the intuition, the dime definition Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten Where your man at Yo, that cat missin I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin Satisfaction, no competition We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's What's the deal Fulfill every wish and haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin We rich and, I take you out on a mission You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and [Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)] (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad [Mad Skillz] Now what you want Prada, Escada, you got that The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that You in the way girl Boom when I block that Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that You got your Hustle I ain't tryin to Knock that Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that Oh that's your man I think it's time to drop that Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back Fallin in love Oh never not that Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that [Chorus] [Mad Skillz] Now when you came in the door, I seen you before A dime, fine all the way to the core Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor Talked in your ear til my throat got sore Lames, she could see my game was straight raw Specially since she bought my tape right out the store She was like, 'Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour' 'Since you ain't tryin to go Boo, what you askin for' Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4 If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four Have the chicks fightin like the next World War Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore Like Jay said, 'Love it or hate it, eith-er or' [Chorus] [Timbaland] Uhh, what, uh huh What, like that, what Timbaland, what Mad Skillz, uhh Collabo', what Don't go, baby Don't go, baby baby Don't go [Chorus (w/o Timbaland)] [(Go ahead) 2X]

Kissin On My Tattoos (Remix)

AUGUST ALSINA
[Intro: Lil Wayne] New Orleans boys You heard me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got that ratchet on me few pills on me A young bitch with no miles on her She don’t suck dick then I don’t want her Cause I know Ima go down on her I know she think I gon' throw thous on her Imma kill that pussy throw flowers on her Act like its mine like I'm a proud owner Then Imma get ghost town on her Imma give her head 'til her toes curl We gon' conversate we gon' soul search She asked if I fucked her home girl I froze up its a cold world I smoke fat blunts and white boys No pun intended It ain't no fun if the hommies can't have none she stingy If she nasty she get commended If she classy she get suspended If she passive freak and friendly And she bring something to swim in Then bitch get on my wave, bitch get on my wave She kiss me on my tats and I kiss her on her cat (Tunechi) [Verse 2: August Alsina] Baby I don't blame you For being in the clubs And getting all that love Cause you're so beautiful God made you to show that off Now I ain't ever been the jealous type of guy But I want you to myself, I can't lie I know we ain't on no one on one thing But baby, It should change [Pre-Hook: August Alsina] Cause when I be out with other chicks I be thinking bout you And when you be out on dates you be texting me too Telling me to come pick you up when he drop you off I pray to God he ain't breaking you off [Hook: August Alsina] I don't want nobody but you Kissin on my tattoos I don't want nobody but me Talkin to you Until you fall asleep We better stop playing (We better stop playing) Before we mess around and someone gets hurt I don't want nobody but you (nobody but you) Kissin on my tattoos [Bridge: August Alsina] Nobody But you Kissin on me Kissin on me [x4] [Verse 2: August Alsina] All my homies wanna know whats up with us They can't believe that I'm kicking it with just one girl But I'm cool with that Them pretty eyes and that smile Girl I'm a fool for that (yeah I'm a fool for that) [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Bridge] [Outro x4:] K-I-S-S-I-N-G on my T-A-T-T-O-O-S

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