Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

Le Vibrazioni – Amore Zen lyrics

[Verse 1: Francesco Sarcina]
Sotto un cielo rosa alcolico
La tua pelle nuda nello zoo
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?
Stelle perse nella cenere
I gorilla intorno a venere
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?

[Chorus: Francesco Sarcina]
Come la canzone di un’estate
Che svanisce quando il sole se ne va
Finiremo assieme
Questa notte
Che baciarti qui e adesso infondo è già
Amore zen
Amore zen

[Verse 1: Francesco Sarcina]
Con l’istinto di un indigeno
La mia lingua cerca ossigeno
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?
Niente colpa per chi morderà
Qui siamo tutti in cattività
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?
Che animale sei?

[Chorus: Francesco Sarcina]
Come la canzone di un’estate
Che svanisce quando il sole se ne va
Finiremo assieme
Questa notte
Che baciarti qui e adesso infondo è già
Amore zen

[Verse 3: Jake La Furia]
Amore zen
Tu fertile come il big ben
Nuda sul divano con I tacchi di Alexander Wang
Dimmi che animale sei
Sei la venere dei serpenti, il mantra, il nettare degli dei
Fuori dalle gabbie
Fuori come la gabber
Frasi di Aristotele, vino dentro al decanter
Animali quasi umani come rin tin tin
Corpi che si sono scelti con l’imprinting
Scioglimi I tabù
Tu zen, io kung fu
In un giardino giapponese tra canne di bambù
La psiche e l’amore, la tigre e il dragone
Coi santi tatuati come un vor v zakone
Pochi vestiti e whisky
Denti d’oro e dischi
è il nostro grasso grosso matrimonio gypsy
Ormai sei qui nelle mie pareti cerebrali
è un inferno con le pareti celestiali

[Bridge: Francesco Sarcina]
Amore zen
Amore zen

[Chorus: Francesco Sarcina]
Come la canzone di un’estate
Che svanisce quando il sole se ne va
Finiremo assieme
Questa notte
Che baciarti qui e adesso infondo è già
Amore zen
Si, l’amore zen
Amore zen
Si, l’amore zen
Amore zen

Headbands, Claw Clips and More ’90s Hair Trends Are Making a Comeback

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While many outfits on New York Fashion Week runways may be hard to pull off in real life, the hair trends were surprisingly relatable.

Designers like Alexander Wang and Michael Kors traded in time-consuming looks for simple yet sleek hair that just about anyone can do and afford—hellz yes. 

Even better: You may own many of the accessories that designers are using. They’re throwbacks, and while you don’t style your hair with them anymore, they’re go-tos when you’re lounging around the house. Banana clips, thick headbands and stretch hair combs—these drugstore accessories have transformed from something you use to keep hair out of your face to the season’s hottest hair trends.

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Gigi Hadid

For Prabal Gurung FW 2018 runway show, hairstylist Anthony Turner gave models a shiny, sleek bun, using a stretch comb headband, Hot Tools Digital Salon Flat Iron and Wella Light Luminous Reflective Oil

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Songhwa Oh

At the Alexander Wang show, models brought claw clips, a huge trend in the late ’90s and 2000s, to the runway.

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Revlon Strong Hold Hair Claw Clips, $3.28

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Joan Smalls

For Tom Ford’s bold runway, the designer chose thick back headbands and messy buns for models like Joan.

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5-Count Headband Wide in Black, $5.29

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Hailey Baldwin

Wearing multiple rhinestone hair pins made it from the red carpet to runway, thanks to Zadig & Voltaire.

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Hair Jewelry Rhinestone Bobby Pins, Now $4.19

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Bella Hadid

Whether you use a comb or barrette, the accessory used in the Michael Kors show is a sweet trend to add to your to do list.

Elle

Stone Bow Barrette, $18

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Ke$ha – Hymn (Live)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

Flood watch – Juicy J feat. Offset lyrics

Lyrics Juicy J – Flood watch

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time.(flood watch)

b*tch came through right on time with the pus*y
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
The percs kicked in at the wrong time
Your b*tch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These f*ck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee b*tch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her a*s over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, “Bring your a*s home,” you was right on time, damn.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12 versuri-lyrics.info
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time).

Woo, woo, woo, woooo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
b*tch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
A*s so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad a*s b*tch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your b*tch came in at the night time (your b*tch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right b*tch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on timeee.(flood watch)

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K Camp – Lyric Ave letras

[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
First off I am not a rapper, second off we are not the same
Third thing, all you bitch niggas on the internet, you should be ashamed
Closet full of Alexander Wang
Louis loafers, you can say I changed
Louis jacket just to block the rain
Eatin’ lobster bisk with some champagne
RIP to Bankroll
Shit all day been chasin’ bankrolls
I ain’t even change, I’m in the same clothes
Young wild nigga these hoes can’t expose
Young wild nigga that came in on fleek
Gotta get that lil bitch out my sheets
Uber outside, I see you next week
Mover XL, you know a nigga cheap
Pull up to your function ridin’ in that foreign car
Shawty fuck me off that co-co, feel like Pablo Escobar
Ain’t no pressure I’ma still accept your ass for who you are
Now just hop in my jacuzzi lose the panties and that bra

[Interlude]
Oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m that dude
King of pro tool
I am so rude
Feel like Goku
Lunch and no boo
Don’t do tofu
Say he know me but I don’t know old dude
Why you trippin’ man I swear she old news
Stop that bitch and girl you know you mine
Rollin’ stone, get my Rollie on
Rollin’ raw cone, drinkin’ red wine
But these niggas still know what’s happenin’
I’m not just rappin’
Expressin’ my emotions through some God damn captions
Ridin’ through the city and I’m God damn packin’
Cause I wish a nigga would nigga I’m God damn lappin’
On my way baby wish me well
Young nigga finally came out that shell
I’m the motherfuckin’ truth bitch, if you can’t tell

[Hook]
I got my change up
I got my name up
I wish a nigga tried to tell me that I change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Bought a brand new foreign so I had to switch my lane up
Change up
I got my change up, I got my change up, I got my change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Tell me why you hatin’ cause a nigga switched his lane up
Let’s get it

[Verse 3]
Bitch I’m on, they can’t help but hate
Round table with a full plate
I be in here, finest night chef
Shoutout (?)
Hand be so swift
Tokyo drift
Now I’m ridin’
Green on me add a thousand dollars
Young nigga got his money pilin’
When I seen a mil bitch I started robbin’

[Hook]
I got my change up
I got my name up
I wish a nigga tried to tell me that I change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Bought a brand new foreign so I had to switch my lane up
Change up
I got my change up, I got my change up, I got my change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Tell me why you hatin’ cause a nigga switched his lane up
Let’s get it

[Outro]
When are we gonna do Lyric Ave again
That was crazy last week
See you soon, call us, bye