Don t call it love – Jonas Blue lyrics

Jonas Blue lyrics
Video love Just don’t call it love, love, love
Just don’t call it love
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What makes you wanna like you do, know you do
Just don’t call it love. Lyrics Jonas Blue – Don t call it love
Is it the passion, is it the pleasure? /Just don’t call it love
Don’t call it love/(x3)
What makes you wanna like you do, know you do
Just don’t call it love. Give me a reason you wanna hurt us
Taste of our kisses, touch of our fingers
That make you wanna like you do, like you do.(don t call it love)
/Just don’t call it love
Don’t call it love/(x3)
What makes you wanna like you do, know you do
Just don’t call it love. Infatuated, inflated ego
Intoxicated by what she told ya
Laugh at your jokes and gaze in your eyes ’til
It made you wanna like you do, like you do. So do me a favor
Know you’re ’bout to break my heart
And tell me whatever, I just need to keep this part
So don’t, don’t. Just don’t call it love
What makes you wanna like you do, know you do
Just don’t call it love
Just don’t call it love
Just don’t call it love
Just don’t call it loveee.

Mil horas – Danny Romero letra

Lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo. Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo
Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo. Dale, ay dale bien suave
Suavecito, suave
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Dale bien suave
Bien suavecito. Y oye como va
Que tengo dinero pa’ gastar
Dame, dame de eso ven pa’ aca
Me tienes loco y te voy a dar. Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo
Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo. Mueve, muevemelo mami
Suavecito
Mueve, muevemelo mami
Bien suavecitooo. Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo
Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo. Letra Danny Romero – Mil horas
Mil horas, quiero tenerte mil horas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora. Mil horaaas, quiero tenerte mil horaaas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora
Mil horaaas, quiero tenerte mil horaaas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora. Dale, dale bien suave
Suavecito, suave
Dale más suave
Bien suavecito. Tremendo cuerpazo
Morenita combina con su pelo lacio
Ella no corre ni para ir al gimnasio
Dulce como bon bon
Quiero probar de un pedazo. (x4)
Mil horaaas, quiero tenerte mil horaaas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora
Mil horaaas, quiero tenerte mil horaaas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora. Danny Romero letras
Video horas Mil horas, quiero tenerte mil horaaas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora
Mil horas, quiero tenerte mil horaaas
Besarte hasta hacerte mi señora. Y oye como va
Que tengo dinero pa’ gastar
Dame, dame de eso ven pa’ aca
Me tienes loco y te voy a dar. Porque lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo
Y lo que tienes tú
Lo quiero yo.

Bombele – Cabron versuri

Presa cauta bombe, garda tot bombe
Pana si eu caut o bomba sa bubuie in tobe
Sa zica astia, domne’ vezi daca nu faci probe
Bumul asta ne place ca muzica-i in sobe. Versuri Cabron – Bombele
Opriti bombele, bombele, boombele
booombele, booombele, booombele.. Opriti booombele, booombele, booombele
booombele, booombele, booombele.. Dati-va dracu si voi si firmele voastre
Ne dati tripuri proaste pe strazile noastre
Din doi zero unu sapte, vocile se aud de departe. (x2)
Versuri Cabron
Video Cabron Am zis, doar pentru al nostru vis
Dar asta e razboiul lor la noi in Paradis
Eu pun mana pe texte, singurele arme
Sa le dau palme cand se doarme. Tara noastra pentru noi e de ajuns
Nu-i prea mare, de-aia zic, treci pe langa ea ca uns
Oricum nu ne plac subiecte gen scuturi de rachete
Nu dam un leu pe fregatele tale cochete. Ce atatea demonstratii pe la noi prin tara
Ia mai da-va-n p*la mea de-aici si iesiti afara
Cine dracu m-a-ntrebat pe mine daca-s de acord
Sa le vad convoiu’ prin oras, ducandu-se spre port. (x2)
Astia au innebunit toti
Bine ca la noi e bine, n-avem decat mafioti
Romani, tigani, fratiori de sute de ani
Traim impreuna si cu bani si fara bani, sii.. (x2)
Striga tara si diaspora
Noi nu vrem razboiul altora
Noi nu vrem razboiul altoraaa. De la Ploiesti, Bucuresti, Craiova, Timisoara
Constanta, Bacau, Iasi, Cluj, toata tara
Noi iesim in strada daca avem ceva de zis
Ies un milion in piata doar pentru al nostru vis. (x2)
Opriti booombele, booombele, booombele
booombele, booombele, booombeleee. (x2)
Steagul alb sa se ridice, sa se vada
Ca flutura tare, tare de tot in tara intreaga
Si culmea e ca n-avem treaba
Mai ales ca stiu toti pe aici, baieti de treaba. Opriti bombele, bombele, bombele
booombele, booombele, booombele..

Jesus, Son Of God Lyrics – One Sonic Society

You came down from heaven’s throne
This earth you formed was not your home
A love like this the world had never known
A crown of thorns to mock your name
Forgiveness fell upon your face
A love like this the world had never known
On the altar of our praise
Let there be no higher name
Jesus Son of God
You laid down your perfect life
You are the sacrifice
Jesus Son of God
You are Jesus Son of God
You took our sin, You bore our shame
You rose to life, You defeated the grave
Love like this the world has never known
You took our sin, You bore our shame
You rose to life, You defeated the grave
Love like this the world has never known
Be lifted higher than all You’ve overcome
Your name be louder than any other song
There is no power that can come against your love
The cross was enough
The cross was enough
The cross was enough
The cross was enough

Tennessee Mountain Top Lyrics – Kid Rock

Palm trees and beautiful lips
Man it dosen’t get any better than this
The sunset like fire on the Viper Room
Old Lemmy hold up at the bar
And Johnny Depp picking on an old guitar
Man I wish O’Keith would’ve taught him how to keep in tune
I came here looking for love
But all I found was sex and drugs
Strung out, broke down, homesick and thinking of you
There ain’t nothing like a Tennessee mountain top
Some straight shooting neighbors that don’t name drop
Where the preacher man praying for peace but still packing a gun
And singing karaoke in a double wide
With smoke so thick it’ll burn your eyes
Oh oh, my sweet lord I warn ya
Fall in love with an angel
You’ll end up in California
There ain’t nothing like a Tennessee mountain top
Some straight shooting neighbors that don’t name drop
Where the preacher man praying for peace but still packing a gun
And singing karaoke in a double wide
With smoke so thick it’ll burn your eyes
Oh oh, my sweet lord I warn ya
Fall in love with an angel
Fall in love with an angel yeah
Fall in love, fall in love, fall in love
Love with an angle
Oh oh
Ooh

Higher Than All Lyrics – One Sonic Society

I will dwell
In the shadow of the most high God
In the shelter of His mighty wing
My refuge and strength
I will walk
In the presence of His majesty
In the power of the risen King
For You I will wait
I call on Your name
You alone will have my awe
You are my God
You have no rival
You’re the captor of my soul
You are my God
Higher than all
I will live
In the One who gave it all for me
In the One who holds eternity
All honor and praise
Be turned to Your name
Over all of our fears
All of our failures
All that we face, You are higher
Over all that we know
All that we hope for
All of our days, You are higher

Lotus Eater Lyrics – Foster The People

And dance around the room
In a scattered point of views
Well take my hand and
[?]
Yeah, just count to three
I wish that I could blink
And turn all your words into ice cubes
So I could fill my drink Well I could never be like you
I don’t ever talk like that
Smiling with a sparkling drink
And stumbling in your lipstick mess
[?] philosophies
Yeah, it’s a tragedy
But you keep hanging on
[?] look
Just waiting around
For someone to take you home
And I know you know I’m not the one
I’m sorry I was late, I didn’t wanna come
Oh no, man, it’s just like I was born
My eyes are wandering
Can we just eat the news?

Travis Scott and T-Pain Hints At Collaboration On Twitter

Music rapper, who is currently dating Kylie Jenner, is currently working on his new album Astroworld. On Monday, Travis Scott tweeted “T-pain … la flame” without coughing up anymore explanation. Travis Scott and T-Pain has Twitter in a frenzy after they hinted at a new collaboration. — T-Pain (@TPAIN) July 17, 2017

I hope y'all colab a lit song
— Trill OG $wagkilla (@ChrisChawk14) July 17, 2017

WTF GOING ON
— Nae? The G.O.O.D. Patrick? (@gyaIIchester) July 17, 2017

Woah now, I don't know if im prepared for what this is implying pic.twitter.com/Fr1fQa018L
— James St. Fans of both Travis Scott and T-Pain are reacting on Twitter with shared excitement about the possible collaboration, but so far nothing has been confirmed, it’s just noise just about now.? (@CeezusWalks) July 17, 2017 Interestingly, both Scott and T-Pain are known to use auto-tune so perhaps this is a auto-tune link up between the two artists.

Price

Lyrics to ‘Price’ by Meek Mill:

–Intro–
Shit, every since I got money
I ain’t been happy like I used to
They say, “You got pay the cost to be a boss”
Check this
When you the nigga with the money
Somebody go to jail, you gotta pay they bail
Somebody die, they gon’ turn to you for the funeral
But I just be thinking like, “When I’m gon’ be able gon’ able to turn to somebody, shit”
Bosses got feelings too
I done did shit for niggas a thousand times
Told ’em no one time and watch ’em talk about me crazy, write / wrap bite my back out
But I still stood tall
–Hook–
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great

Ball Player

Lyrics to ‘Ball Player’ by Meek Mill:

–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Yeah, pull up a check
Yeah, I just might flood the Patek
[?]
I tell that nigga come bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ [?]
I’ll let you know when I bust in her mouth
Come in the kitchen [?]
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
[?] like 2, 3
I get the [?] like loose leaf
I’m in the field with my new cleats
Came through the block like who he? Drippin’ and smokin’ that oowee
[?] the uzi
Sippin’ [?]
–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Verse 2: Quavo–
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul
Wrist cold like Utah
Waterboy, foosball
Waterboy, foosball
I bet you niggas can’t re-up
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers , streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
When you’re out on the road, when you’re pushin’ yay
At your precinct [?]
Got my shooters doin’ nasty
No witness, no evidence
Put ’em all in a casket
–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Verse 3: Desiigner–
Ball player, ball player
Ballin’ in the Himalayas
Tryna move on me
[?]
[?] money [?]
[?]
Pulled off [?]
[?]
Everybody got shooters
Everybody got hitters
[?]
[?]
–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Outro: Desiigner–
Try to move on me

Never Lose

Lyrics to ‘Never Lose’ by Meek Mill:

–Snippet–
–Intro: Lihtz Kamraz–
Raf Simmons on my shoes
I would never lose, I would never lose
(Infamous, infamous, infamous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
–Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz–
[??] that’s in real life
Flood the rollie, drop the [??]
[??] I was still shining
My bitch out here tryna play me, she crazy
I’m fucking models on the daily
Anyway a nigga chose, I would never lose, I would never lose
I would never lose
–Verse ?: Meek Mill–
Somethin’ that I been through
Wins and them loses, turned us to bosses
Yeah, when them niggas started hated, man that’s when they lost us
Yeah, seen their bitches swtichin’ sides soon as they cross us
Fuck ’em
But I never trip and I feel like that ball I’ma [??]