Myke Towers – Pa’ La Pared Lyrics (feat. Darell)

Darell]
[Intro: Darell & Myke Towers]
Attention
Attention
The Real Rondón
Au
Myke Towers
Eum (Jajaja)
[Pre-Coro: Myke Towers & Darell]
Yo me la llevé (Eso e’ así, eso e’ así)
Yo me la llevé (Pa’ que sepa)
Yo me la llevé pa’ la pared (Hah, hah)
Es que ella andaba dañándome la mente
[Coro: Myke Towers & Darell]
Yo me la llevé pa’ la pared
Que ella andaba dañándome la mente
Y yo ni un centímetro me separé
Terminó bailándome de frente
Y yo me la llevé pa’ la pared (The Real Rondón)
Que ella andaba dañándome la mente (Darell)
Y yo ni un centímetro me separé (Hoh-hoh, hoh-hoh)
Terminó bailándome de frente
[Verso 1: Darell]
Yo sé lo tuyo, ese bochinche se regó (Se regó)
Ese tipo te las pegó (Te las pegó)
Yo quiero darte con la bendición de Dio’ (Eso e’ así)
Pa’ que pa’ siempre tú le diga’ adió’ (Huh, huh)
Mami, dile que ya te perdió (Pa’ que sepa)
Que te cansaste por to’ lo que te peleó (Por ley)
Que con el tiempo se te aborreció (Hoh-hoh)
Que no sientes nada por él, que to’ eso desapareció (Ah)
Aprovecha que estoy alofoke (Eso e’ así)
Dime dónde quieres que te toque (Eso e’ así)
Tú ‘tá buscando que eso atrá’ yo te lo choque (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Despué’ que te lo coloque y tus ojos pierdan enfoque (Ratatatá)
Tu novio que no ronque de bichote (Ey)
Que yo ando con el duro ‘e los durote’ (Ey)
Que se tire a con el combo ‘e zanganote (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Que si no pasa la prote, guerreando vaciamo’ el bote (Ajá)
Dile que de 40 son las ope (Sí, sí)
Que las cartera es Gucci (Sí, sí)
Esta llena de billete de cien hasta el tope (The Real Rondón)
Que tenemo’ má’ brazo’ que Pope (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Que en Miami son los bote
Y en PR son las glope’ (Ratatatá)
[Coro: Myke Towers & Darell]
Yo me la llevé pa’ la pared (Pa’ la pared)
Que ella andaba dañándome la mente
Y yo ni un centímetro me separé (Me separé)
Terminó bailándome de frente
Y yo me la llevé pa’ la pared (Pa’ la pared)
Que ella andaba dañándome la mente
Y yo ni un centímetro me separé (Me separé)
Terminó bailándome de frente
[Verso 2: Myke Towers]
Ella e’ una demente
Comanda a la que entre
Y se baja la champaña ante’ que se caliente
Y si ello’ se hacen los que no saben, pues que se orienten
Que se hizo en Colombia las teta’ y los dientes
Ella vio los diamante’ en baguette y con los pacas que pagué
Y me empezó a cucar, por eso yo me le pegué
Cuando dijo que lo quería, yo se lo entregué
Si tu novio frontea, te lo prenden entre die’
Y eso allá atrás se ve bien, de posición la cambié
Ella esta buena y toda’ las amiga’ también
No sé si se iban a atrever
Por eso fue que sólo a ella yo me la llevé
Viró los ojos al revé’
Yo di una vuelta con Darell y vi su cara de salvaje
Y dije “Así se lo daré y hasta en el piso se lo haré”
Y mirando el booty me mareé
Antes, durante y despué’ sabe’ que quemaré
Baby, yo nunca te amaré, pero
[Coro: Myke Towers & Darell]
Yo me la llevé pa’ la pared (Pa’ la pared)
Porque ella andaba dañándome la mente (La mente)
Y yo ni un centímetro me separé (Me separé)
Terminó bailándome de frente, ey
[Outro: Myke Towers]
Ajá, ajá (Ajá)
RKO, nigga (Jaja, jaja)
Easy money, baby
Myke Towers, baby
Yo me la llevé pa’ la pared
El Young King con el de la verdadera vuelta, mi amor
Ey, ajá
Casablanca Records
One World Music, baby, jaja
El Faraón
Ey, easy money, boy (Ey, ey, ey, ey)
¿Cómo? (¿Cómo?)
(Yo me la llevé pa’ la pared
Terminó bailándome de frente) [Letra de “Pa’ la Pared” ft.

Trina – C’mon Babe Lyrics

When the party’s over, let’s get together
Come to my house, bring the cuffs and leather
But first let me tell you what’s on my mind
In between these legs, everythin’ is mine
Gotta beat this good ’til the break of dawn
Be the only real nigga that I’m slobbin’ on
Come between these thighs and give this thing a kiss
Now come on baby, we can do this
You say you don’t pay on the first date
Well you ain’t no boss and I ain’t gon’ wait
I’m a bad bitch and a pissy prin
Attitude kinda cocky, yeah, a little sadity
You can lick this ass up and down
Lick it ’til your turn turn dodo brown
Don’t try to be stiff and give me a kiss
Now come on baby, we can do this
Lock me lock and load, then ride your face
Don’t put your tongue in it ’til you say your Grace
Your lips smackin’ is all I hear
Give me that head then I wanna swear
Gotta beat me good like a [?]
When the police come, I don’t know nothin’
But I’m still like like big toes suckin’
‘Cause without that bag, we ain’t f*ckin’
I need a tongue that’s long and a back that’s strong
Bring a whole lot of kush that’ll get me in the zone
Now beat that meat, aim to hit it
Now when you shoot that nut, let me babysit it
A lil nasty hoe, red bone
But a classy hoe, real jazzy hoe
Don’t be scared and if you curious, just ask me, hoe
And yes, [?] cuff quite natural
I’m the baddest bitch, them other hoes counterfeit
They can’t amount to this
Remember I’m the one who thought you how to ride and dick
And still gettin’ cash and shit, now f*ck you, bitch

Max Viana – Mais Feliz Lyrics

Eu não vou ficar sempre a te esperar
Mais se vc quiser tentar
Eu posso dar um jeito
De gelar seu coração amor
Da pra ser mais feliz
Do que vc jamais imaginou
Tudo o que eu sempre quis
Era encontar alguem
Que me desse o que eu te dou Para de me olhar e desconfiar
Porque vc pra aproveitar
Não vem me dar um beijo?

Stairwell – Familiar Streets Lyrics

Message to Houston
We got a problem again
There is no navigation
Where is our destination
Is this our current exit
Should we choose to take it
Because the nearest station
Should not be seriously taken
I'll be going home
From this institution
Where the scenery's for me
Where I take familiar streets
Contact the D.O.A
This place is dead anyway
No reason left to stay
This road seems longer today
You can never replace
The heart that you waste
No need to behave
This place is dead anyway
I'll be on my way home again
I just can't wait
(All systems go)

La Pandilla – La Fiesta De Blas Lyrics

Me han contado que Blas está
Preparando una fiesta
Se que irás esta noche
Y que podremos vernos tú y yo
Estaremos bailando
Hasta que salga el sol
Qué felices seremos
Hablando sólo de nuestro amor
Qué felices seremos
Hablando sólo de nuestro amor
En la fiesta de Blas
En la fiesta de Blas
Todo el mundo salía
Con unas cuantas copas de más
Tengo la media noche
Como testigo
De nuestra cita
Más bonita que nunca
Entre la gente vendrás a mí
Te diré que te quiero
Y al brindar con champán
Nos daremos un beso
Sellando nuestra felicidad
Nos daremos un beso
Sellando nuestra felicidad
En la fiesta de Blas
(coro)

Max De Castro – Mais Uma Vez, Um Amor Lyrics

Mais uma vez, um amor
Mais uma vez um amor
Fez despertar o vulcão
E o pânico então se instalou
Dentro do coração
Não tive como impedir
A tua beleza ganhou
Você tomou conta de tudo
Mais uma vez um amor
Amar, amei
Confesso, contigo aprendi
Amar, eu sei
Não custa fazer você feliz
(não cansa fazer você feliz )

Mel Cooleys – Lullaby Lyrics

Darling you should know by now
That if everything should end tonight
We would still come through somehow
With a head full of flavors and a handful of light
And the voices that are singing inside us
Will provide us with the faith to go on
And they’ll bind us together and guide us
Through the dark of the dawn
Darling you should know by now
That our souls will never quite be still
We’ll stay heart to heart somehow
With the sleep of the angels
And the strength of our will
And the voices that are singing around us
Will surround us with the words we inspire
And they’ll drown us together
With sounds of our death and desire
And the voices that are singing behind us
Will remind us of the time at the start
“To love and to honor and cherish ’til death do us part”
And keep us together forever with love in our hearts

We Are The Union – Thank You Lyrics

I listen to you for hours, I listen all day
Just keep hitting me the right way
Sing your song in the shower
'cause you got a way
To say what I can never say right, right on
When I feel weak you make me feel strong
Make me feel strong
I won't say your name
But you know who you are
I'll never be the same again now, no way
I just want to say
Thank you for playing the way you play
You don't get played on the radio
That's not the game you play
Well I don't care anyway
I glued your tape in the stereo
So I know every word, every note
And every chord is right, right on
When I feel weak you
Make me feel strong
Make me feel strong
Feel like nothing's wrong
I won't say your name
You know who you are
I'll never be the same again now, no way
I just want to say
Thank you for playing the way you play
Did you know you're why I go
And waste my time
At a rock and roll show
You let me know I'm not alone
You make me feel strong, make me feel strong
Feel like nothing's wrong
I won't say your name, you know who you are
I'll never be the same again now, no way
I just want to say
Thank you for playing the way you play
Thank you for playing the way you play
Thank you for playing the way you play

Talkshow Boy – Testosterone Lyrics

come on! Thank you all for coming to my shows, you’re sexy
Thanks for queuing my MP3, and representing
At the witching hour, this is what my lover said
She said “come here boy and join me in the army of the dead”
I said thanks to the interstate looks these bands, and help each other with these hands
Thanks to all the record labels whom I came to understand
To all my friends, and the people who I always see
Shit, I love you guys, this one’s for being here, and seeing me
Testosterone, estrogen
Estrogen, testosterone
Testosterone, estrogen
Estrogen, testosterone
Testoste-ro-o-one, the earth, oh
Talkshow boy is back on top
(Representing all the women
Representing all the ladies
Whats the deal, y’all?) x2
Check it out, yeah
Rock solid, rock solid
Top quality, baby
Tip top x2
And everybody shouts
“Come on! Come on! come on!)
Let’s grab participation, baby
Might as well enjoy this
And have some f*ckin’ fun
As I slowly climb the echelon
To the UK no. Come on!”
(come on! 1
Have we heard from (Talkshow boy)
Some dumb track by (Talkshow boy)
Teenage girls around the world
Get wet all over (Talkshow boy)
Pull yourself close if you wanna swap swe-ea-eat
Testosterone, estrogen
Estrogen, testosterone
Testosterone, estrogen
Estrogen, testosterone
Testoste-ro-o-one, the earth, oh
Talkshow boy is back on top
Check it out, yeah
Rock solid, rock solid
Top quality, baby
Tip top x4
(god damnit)

Chris Robinson Brotherhood – Appaloosa Lyrics

To be struck by the arrow of weakness
On the guilded path to forgiveness
To find my way home when the morning comes
To stay your friend when it’s all said and done
Simple as lightning starting wild fire
Just down from a trip off my high wire
Just coming home to walk my own floors
Coming home to the one I adore
Appaloosa
Appaloosa
Appaloosa
Take me home where I can dream my days away
We took your tears back to the river
Knowing all the while there’d be more later
So it goes in a rainy day town
C’mon and won’t you let me lay you down
Sometimes the sun makes beggars believers
In between, let oblivion reign
Oh, let me hear all you sing
Appaloosa
Appaloosa
Appaloosa
Take me home where I can dream my days away
Appaloosa
Appaloosa
Appaloosa
Take me home where I can dream my days away

Shy Girls – Drain Lyrics

[Chorus]
Drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain
Drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain
[Verse 1]
I don’t make house calls later in the morning
I seen it all before but should have just let it all go
Know enactly, I’m sitting on to make beats
But something’s got me moping the floor
But I should have just let it all go
[Bridge]
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
[Chorus]
Drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain
Drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Bridge]
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
Now I’m getting sick of the jonzes
[Chorus]
Drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain
Drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain, drain

Trina – Hold You Down Lyrics

If I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
And if I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
I’ma hold you down, down
This is the last time we gon’ talk about it
When I say that I’m loyal, you should never doubt it
Take your sheets off the troop, pull back the covers
Yeah, it’s been a few who claim to be lovers
But uh, the truth it, I’m kinda done with it
Give a nigga your all and put your heart in it
Get hooked to the dick, be a star with it
Now the house up in flames, I threw a match in it
I’ma play my part, see the script is written
Just let me be the only bad bitch who hittin’
Shot gun position, I gree on every decision
Never let us outside, throw us off the mission
If you see this vision, we can go real far
Further than the moon, I can be your superstar
I tried to tell these niggas, I’m the truth from the start
But they don’t seem to get their part
You might be crazy but I love it
Showin’ off in public ’cause you drunk
Bae, why you trippin’? If I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
And if I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
I’ma hold you down, down If I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
And if I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
I’ma hold you down, down
You might be crazy but I love it
Showin’ off in public ’cause you drunk
Bae, why you trippin’? What you need? You might be crazy but I love it
Showin’ off in public ’cause you drunk
Bae, why you trippin’? If I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
And if I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
I’ma hold you down, down
Opened up my heart for you, nigga
Let’s get money, invest, make figures
Sail the ocean on yachts and shit, TMZ’s tellin’ lies
Let ’em snap a pic, so unfortunate
That they with you, knowin’ me
We laugh at the bullshit, we one team
I tried to tell these niggas, I’m the truth from the start
But they don’t seem to get their part
You might be crazy but I love it
Showin’ off in public ’cause you drunk
Bae, why you trippin’? All and all, I’m a work in progress
So I never thought you, I can hand you off
Just prepare for everythin’, steal the fortress
See I got you nigga, just don’t make me regret
Opened up my heart for you, nigga
Let’s get money, invest, make figures
Sail the ocean on yachts and shit, TMZ’s tellin’ lies
Let ’em snap a pic, so unfortunate
That they with you, knowin’ me
We laugh at the bullshit, we one team
I tried to tell these niggas, I’m the truth from the start
But they don’t seem to get their part
You might be crazy but I love it
Showin’ off in public ’cause you drunk
Bae, why you trippin’? If I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
And if I keep you round, I’ma hold you down
I’ma hold you down, down
Ain’t no bitch better, please
They all steal pieces for me, I’m the wet dream
What every man need, the viewers’ choice, that’s me
What you confused ’bout?

Max Viana – Sorrisinho Lyrics

Você me provocou
Com esse sorrisinho
Aí de meu amor
De mais e mais
Se você for me chamar
Só podia ser
Pra gente se Beijar Se você preferir
Tudo bem, eu vou! Pensar em não me ouvir
Em não falar, nem mesmo sorrir
Não vá radicalizar
Se você decidir
Vem me chamar
Pode ser até meio atrevimento
Chegar e te beijar
Tive que arriscar
Eu só não sei dizer
Se você reclamou
Do beijo que eu dei
Ou do tempo que você esperou
Que cara é essa? Por que você se zangou
E mandou embora daqui? Cadê o seu senso de humor?

Max De Castro – O Nego Do Cabelo Bom Lyrics

Muita gente implica com meu pixaim
Mas o que me implica é que o cabelo é bom
E quando isso me irrita vai ter briga sim
Porque não aceito discriminação
E quando vou a praia alguém sempre diz prá mim
Teu cabelo é duro, entra água não
Se é impermeável isso é problema meu
Na verdade o que é duro é o seu coração
Alisa ele não
É o que minha nêga sempre diz prá mim
Alisa ele não
Você é meu nêgo do cabelo bom
Alisa ele não
É você quem dita a moda em Paris
Não sou vasilina
Não vacile não
Não sou vasilina
Não vacile não

Stairwell – Champion Weekend Lyrics

It was a busy week
Half way to defeat
Fighting strong winds along the way
On the payroll
At least it’s stable
A vacation is comforting
You know I must say
How many live must be changing, changing everyday
You know, we’d go
It’s a champion weekend for us to win
No boundaries anymore
Every step just having fun
We used to say
It’s a champion weekend
About time we took
At every starting move
To the places we read in books
Like the street lights
Lighting paris
To the outskirts of our neighborhood
See the light and all your fears