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ADORE DELANO lyrics - Till Death Do Us Party

Jump The Gun

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Walking in, walking sin Everything but a halo (halo, halo, halo) Leather dress, nothing less Than a villain to take home (take home, take home) Love to stare, we prefer Getting boys into trouble (trouble, trouble) Let you see, such a tease Want to dance with the devil? [Chorus x2:] Jump the gun, we got the boom, boom, bang! Jump the gun, we got the boom, boom, bang! Jump the gun, we got the boom, boom, bang! The boom, boom, bang! Got the boom, boom, bang! Hit the lights, hypnotize Feel the heat, we're on fire (fire, fire, fire) Don't believe what you see Cause my truth is a liar (liar, liar) Evil minds, got it right Scratch you up if I want to (want to, want to) Got my fix, this is it Now I don't even want you (want you, want you) [Chorus x2] [Bridge x2:] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Bang, bang) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Na na na na [Chorus x2] [Bridge x2]

Fashion Killa

ASAP ROCKY "Long.Live.A$ap"
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said Rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce & Gabanna I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like maƱana Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana Cause everything designer, Her jeans is Helmut Lang, shoes is Alexander Wang And her shirt the newest Donna, Karan Wearin' all the Cartier frames Jean Paul Gaultiers cause they match with her persona Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said I see your Jil Sanders, Oliver Peoples Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store I crush down with that top down, boys see how I ride 'round Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop And Versace: got a lot, but she may never wear it But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes Spikes and patent leathers if the fabric makes you different You and me, me and you, Go away together, we could get away forever All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turned the light out I met my baby, expressed my passion, on my fashion night out Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop), Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said her pistol go...

Boom Bang A Bang

Lulu
Lulu Boom Bang a Bang Come closer, come closer and listen The beat of my heart keeps on missing I notice it most when we're kissing Come closer and love me tonight That's right Come closer and cuddle me tight My heart goes Boom bang-a-bang, boom bang-a-bang When you are near Boom bang-a-bang, boom bang-a-bang Loud in my ear Pounding away, pounding away Won't you be mine? Boom bang-a-bang-bang all the time It's such a lovely feeling When I'm in your arms Don't go away I wanna stay my whole life through Boom bang-a-bang-bang Close to you Your smile is so warm and inviting The thought of your kiss is exciting So hold me and don't keep me waiting Come closer and love me tonight That's right Come closer and cuddle me tight My heart goes Boom bang-a-bang, boom bang-a-bang When you are near Boom bang-a-bang, boom bang-a-bang Loud in my ear Pounding away, pounding away Won't you be mine? Boom bang-a-bang-bang all the time It's such a lovely feeling When I'm in your arms Now you are near I wanna hear your heartbeat too Boom bang-a-bang-bang I love you It's such a lovely feeling When I'm in your arms Now you are near I wanna hear your heartbeat too Boom bang-a-bang-bang Boom bang-a-bang-bang Boom bang-a-bang-bang I love you

Maine On Fire

J. COLE
[Verse 1:] Maine on fire My empire be higher Than an octave on Mariah You niggas should worship sire Your crew holding dead weight like a fuckin' hearse's tire Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier verse is flyer Gave you truth at a time when niggas prefer the liars I was David promising the world that ima serve Goliath Then I swam with sharks Made it to the land and part My dick in bitches With intentions sick as satan's worst desires Hell of a intro speedin' through this life at a hell of a tempo Get my head out the window 20 k in my pocket As I'm feeling the wind blow And I ain't have a wallet since nintendo, comprendo Orchestrating these capers watch my paper crescendo I used to wanna save the world Now all I do is spend dough Till I snap back like hov hat Now I'm back with this big black strap like hol' that [Hook:] Maine on fire Top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Maine on fire Every week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots many bottles pop And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar [Verse 2:] We collect a hundred thou Getting over on promoters might as well say run it now I was such a cunning child The one your girl mama wish she brought back home instead of you The one your mama glad you hung around Cole a charming nigga that can harm a nigga Chest out in your hood like I walk around with armor nigga But its just me and all my nigga's and we fuck the baddest Bitches on the planet witnesses this is Hustle at its, finest cause while you nigga's chase vaginas We just let the paper blind us While vaginas chase behind us Take notes make money don't make jokes For the master grab his rope and make us all scapegoats Real shit but if the world really bout to end We might as well let my nigga Craig out the pen Pain so deep the words bled out the pen And maine don't sleep nigga I win then come again Huh [Hook:] Maine on fire Top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Maine on fire Every week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots many bottles pop And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar

Crunk Muzik

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Intro: Juelz Santana] YEAH! AY! Dip-Set bitch! Come on... Black-out, lets do it... Dip, dip-set! Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop) Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh) I'm the last of the best (best) One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES! So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?) I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi So don't fool with the click (AY!) Don't fool with the Dips (AY!) You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!) When that gun with the clip in (what) Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop) At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (AY!) You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!) I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!) Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!) In half and please bring my cake back [Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)] (You kow what the movements like) (You know how movin', right) (Move, cause we in the mood to fight) {This is that get crunk move bitch} {Get drunk stupid} {High like space, .45 on waist} [Verse 2: Jim Jones] This is that bang, bang, bang To my hooligan, gang While you movin' them thangs And ya toolies go bang (silence) Call me Richochet Rabbit Cause I click and spray matics And my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!) Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!) 'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground In the hood he known as a Capo To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!) Ok I know me some vato Live the life movin' on patos (demelo) Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda) I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan) This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun) This that uptop crunk When the truck stop, dump This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump) [Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones}] (You know what the movemets like) (You know how me movin', right) (Move, cause we in the mood to fight) {This is that get crunk move bitch} {Get drunk stupid (Killa)} {High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist} [Verse 3: Cam'ron] That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?) This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who Gats in the truck Platt, platt, pass to a duck I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me money muthafucka!?) Ya'll reppin' that 5 still I'm reppin' that 5 mill Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!) Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, get out of it I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000) And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?) Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops) And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em) And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy) So tell Lucccaay (what) That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?) I'm the 1 the rep the set Left to left, death to death You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched... Killa [Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)] (You kow what the movements like) (You know how movin', right) (Move, cause we in the mood to fight) {This is that get crunk move bitch} {Get drunk stupid} {High like space, .45 on waist}

Bang-A-Boomerang

ABBA "ABBA"
Making somebody happy is a question of give and take You can learn how to show it so come on, give yourself a break Every smile and every little touch Don't you know that they mean so much Sweet sweet kisses so tender Always will return to sender Like a bang, a boom-a-boomerang Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum By giving away, I think you'll learn You'll get love in return So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love A boom-a-boomerang is love Love is always around and you can look for it anywhere When you feel that you've found it my advice is to take good care Never use it as a selfish tool Never ever be such a fool Every feeling you're showing Is a boomerang you're throwing Yes a bang, a boom-a-boomerang Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum By giving away, I think you'll learn You'll get love in return So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love And if you're warm and tender I'll kiss you, return to sender Please surrender Bang, a boom-a-boomerang Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love A boom-a-boomerang is love

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