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Pia Mia – Touch Official Video & Lyrics

Pia Mia – Touch Lyrics

“Touch”

I’m lying in this hotel
Cuddling up to the body pillow
I’m trying not to call you
Cause I don’t want to miss you no more, oh

Every now and then I get a little lonely
I can hold myself but no it’s not the same thing
Need to feel the pressure somewhere on my body, on my body, oh

Cause sometimes
All I wanna do is be touched
All I wanna do is be loved
All I wanna do is be touched
So touch me
So touch me
So touch me

I can’t get to sleep
Damn oh damn I’m trying now
Oh, I put on the TV right here
Maybe it’ll calm me down

Every now and then I get a little lonely
I can hold myself but no it’s not the same thing
Need to feel the pressure somewhere on my body, on my body, oh

Cause sometimes
All I wanna do is be touched
All I wanna do is be loved
All I wanna do is be touched
So touch me
So touch me
So touch me

All I want, all I want, all I want to do is be touched by you
If you want, If you want, if you want it too tell me the truth
All I want, all I want, all I want to do is be touched by you
And if you want it too just touch me

Cause sometimes
All I wanna do is be touched
All I wanna do is be loved
All I wanna do is be touched
(Oh, so touch me)
Cause sometimes
All I wanna do is be touched
All I wanna do is be loved
All I wanna do is be touched
(So touch me)
So touch me

Oh come closer baby
Oh come closer baby
Oh, come closer baby
So touch me

Meek Mill Ft. Nicki Minaj & Chris Brown – All Eyes On You

“All Eyes On You”
(feat. Nicki Minaj & Chris Brown)

[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?
Are you here lookin’ for love? Oh
Got the club goin’ crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody’s baby?
If you ain’t, girl what we gon’ do?
If you ain’t gon’ need it, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin’ crazy
(All eyes)
All eyes on you

[Meek Mill:]
She was the baddest, I was the realest
We was the flyest, up in the building
(We was) countin’ this money, lovin’ the feelin’
Look at you now, in love with a hitta
But now it’s all eyes on me, and it all lies on me
To say somethin’ to your pretty ass
Some hood shit, like “what you looking at?”
Cause I’m good for that, Birkin bags, I’m good for that
Might just be your plug for that
You might fall in love with that, got love for that
What’s your name? Who you with?
Where you from? You the shit
Choose and pick, get the right one
All these chicks, got to like one
All these hit you, got to like one
All these bottles, got to like some
All these models, got the right one
What you gon’ do? Hide or run?
(Whoa, you ready)

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?
Are you here lookin’ for love? Oh
Got the club goin’ crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody’s baby?
If you ain’t, girl what we gon’ do?
If you ain’t gon’ need it, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin’ crazy
(All eyes)
All eyes on you

[Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill):]
He was the realest, I was the baddest, we was the illest
When he approached me, I said, “Yo what the deal is?”
In and out them dealers, rockin’ chinchillas
I got him in the back of that ‘bach, I think he catchin’ feelings
Now it’s all eyes on us, and this all lies on trust
And if them bitches wanna trip, tell ’em they tour guides on us
This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin’ them gooses
I put him on to that new new, now he only fuck with exclusives
He was like (What’s your name?) My name Nick
(Where you from?) New York in this bitch
(Choose and pick) You got the right one
All them hoes, ain’t nothin’ like them
Nigga you know you’d never wife them
None of them niggas ain’t never hit this
Still at the top of all their hit lists
What they gon’ do? Meek and Nick

[Chris Brown (Nicki Minaj):]
Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?
Are you here lookin’ for love? Oh
Got the club goin’ crazy
(All these hittas, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody’s baby?
If you ain’t, boy what we gon’ do?)
If you ain’t gon’ need it, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin’ crazy
(All eyes)
All eyes on you

[Meek Mill (Nicki Minaj):]
She was the baddest (He was the realest)
We was the flyest (We was the illest)
I was the realest (I was the baddest)
We was the flyest, up in the buildin’

Zayn Malik – Pillow Talk feat Gigi Hadid & Lyrics

Zayn Malik releases his best song so far, Pillow Talk featuring Jelena Noura “Gigi” Hadid, who is an American fashion model and television personality. She was named one of the 12 rookies in Sports Illustrated’s annual swimsuit issue in 2014.

Zayn Malik – Pillow Talk Lyrics
“Pillowtalk”

Climb on board
We’ll go slow and high tempo
Light and dark
Hold me hard and mellow

I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me, ‘body but us
Bodies together
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you

So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking in, fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

Pillow talk
My enemy, my ally
Prisoners
Then we’re free, it’s a thriller

I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me, ‘body but us
Bodies together
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you

So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking in, fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise
War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone
Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise
War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone

So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking in, fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

Selena Gomez – Hands To Myself Official Video & Lyrics

Selena Gomez is looking hot and sexy showing her sexy body in this seductive song “Hands To Myself” Watch this video below

“Hands To Myself”

[Verse 1:]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
Your metaphorical gin and juice

So come on, give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won’t let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice

[Pre-chorus:]
Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying

But I…

[Chorus 2x:]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

[Verse 2:]
The doctors say you’re no good
But people say what they wanna say
And you should know if I could
I’d breathe you in every single day

[Pre-chorus:]
Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying

But I…

[Chorus 2x:]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

[Bridge:]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Oh, I, I want it all
I want it all
I want it all, ooh

Can’t keep my hands to myself
I mean, I could but why would I want to?

My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep, keep my hands to myself

I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself

Bella Starr in Hookah – Young Thug Featuring Tyga

Hottest WorldStarHipHop iCandy Bella Starr showing her sexy curvaceous seductive hot body in a video song Hookah by Young Thug and Tyga. She is showing some assfull moves in this implied naked video. Bella Starr is fine as hell, we will be posting her nude pics soon. Enjoy!

Nicki Minaj – Anaconda Official Video And Lyrics

Nicki Minaj Anaconda Lyrics

My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real,
Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I’m high as hell, I only took a half of pill
I’m on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and fuck ’em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Because he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and i hit ’em with the jab like…
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt (look at her butt)

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s
Real country ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang bang bang,
I let him hit it ’cause he slang Cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I’m on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and fuck ’em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Because he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like…
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt (look at her butt)

Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh my God (look at her butt)

My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun

(Don’t don’t don’t) My Anaconda don’t…
(Don’t don’t don’t) Don’t want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Yeah, he love this fat ass
Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, “Where my fat ass big bitches in the club?”
Fuck those skinny bitches,
Fuck those skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club, fuck you if you skinny bitches. What? Yeah!

Yeah. I got a big fat ass. Come on!

The Game – Bigger Than Me Official Video With Lyrics



The Game – Bigger Than Me Lyrics

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t bigger than me
These niggas ain’t Nas, ain’t Jigga to me
These niggas ain’t Em, they ain’t 50 to me
You ain’t Pun, you ain’t Pac, you ain’t Biggie to me
These niggas ain’t Crips, they ain’t 60’s to me
These niggas ain’t Bloods, they ain’t dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit ’bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I’ll slash your fucking faces

[Verse 1]
You niggas ain’t sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho’ ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain’t spitting with me, you ain’t sicker than me
Fuck out my section you ain’t sitting with me
This for very important people, it’s clear that we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I’m the black Marshall Mathers
Like “ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I’m the King on this motherfucker
I don’t wanna hear it – weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon’ feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass niggas
I came in with ‘Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don’t wanna hear that shit
May you Rest in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain’t no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

[Break]
Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, you bitch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

[Verse 2]
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks ’round my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I’m from Compton where that Glock can’t fuck with that Tec
That’s some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset
Five in the chest, I’m Makaveli the Don in the vest
Don’t say “What’s up” when you see me, you a pussy nigga
Strangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I’m at the pawn shop
Nigga better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more ’til the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I’m cool in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some bitches ate ’em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show ’em what it’s saw about
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker

[Hook 2]
These niggas ain’t bigger than me
These niggas ain’t Nas, ain’t Jigga to me
These niggas ain’t Em, they ain’t 50 to me
You ain’t Pun, you ain’t Pac, you ain’t Biggie to me
These niggas ain’t Crips, they ain’t 60’s to me
These niggas ain’t Bloods, they ain’t dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit, ’bout a new generation
Old emoji ass rappers, all their smiley ass faces
Fuck niggas

[Outro]
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker
I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker
Ride out
Blood money, we gon’ ride out
Ride out
And don’t think I won’t send six niggas to your hide out
Rich Gang

G-Unit – Nah I’m Talking Bout (Official Video) With Lyrics

G-Unit is back with a bang, check out new video featuring the man himself 50 Cent along with Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Kidd Kidd, Tony Yayo

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Nah I’m Talking Bout Lyrics
G-Unit
Produced By: Hit-Boy

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I’ve been grinding my whole life, nigga
Fuck you talking ’bout?
I’m talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga
You know what I’m about
Front with my shit better come correct, nigga
Fuck you talking ’bout?
Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga
Yeah, you know what I’m talking ’bout

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’ve been unwrapping them bricks, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Don’t worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin’, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
I’m still fucking three ho’s at one time, faded
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind’s x-rated
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you
Southside nigga to a month in Cancun
Huge rocks poking, I don’t need an AC
Banks going through everything B-I two G’s
These niggas rapping now stupid
Bragging, they ain’t never sold a unit (One unit!)
Acting like you will never do it
Don’t wind up on the wall over music

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I can get it, get it for you for the low
Six-fifty nigga for an O
Blink, a kilo is out the door
Don’t fuck around when I’m hustling bo
Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Everything cool here ’til I trip, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga

[Hook]

[Bridge: Young Buck]
And I’m fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
50 said we ain’t never going broke, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
G-Unit, bitch

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga
These hoes ain’t loyal, want bread winners
Hit Perfection, throw bread, nigga
S550 getting head, nigga
European bitches crazy ass
With funny accents, Euros in my back
Trunk full of white boy, One Direction
On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection
One minute I’m home, next I’m in Rome, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Passport gang, my phone’s on roam, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
G5 flight, I’m in my zone, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
While your bitch giving me dome, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
Rock O’s, but you ain’t even know it
Big Rosco, can’t even hold it
This hot dough, but I ain’t even sold it
Get your wig split, I ain’t need to sew it
We ain’t cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga
Everything brand new, nigga
I’ve been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga
Big watch, I’m big time
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
My neck blink and my whip shine
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Stick it in the freezer ’til it get solid
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
All my life I’ve been grinding
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
9th Ward

[Hook]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Y’all niggas act like y’all don’t know what I’m talking ’bout
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
This is the Unit
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
The mighty, mighty Unit
G-G-G-G-G-Unit

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