Rihanna's nominated for FOUR FOX Teen Choice Awards!

Rihanna's nominated for FOUR FOX Teen Choice Awards!
CHOICE R&B/HIP HOP SONG "Diamonds"
CHOICE BREAK UP SONG "Stay"
CHOICE TWITTER PERSONALITY
CHOICE SUMMER MUSIC STAR



The Teen Choice Awards will air live on Sunday, August 11th at the Gibson Amphitheater.

 

Notes To Self - Popular Music Lyrics

Notes To Self - Popular Music Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Real shit, real shit, get it while it's hot
You ain't got to pay for it, get it when it drops
Get up on your game, you can get it on them blogs
Get up on your Facebook, and can get it on your wall
She got to have a shaker, and she get it from her mom
Spaghetti ball ye's and the recipe from mom
We getting that pay, yea we getting that bomb
Scarface in the club, boy I'm getting that blanc
I'mma be where they roll that stuff
They grow that stuff in Holland man
I'mma need y'all to hold that blunt
And roll that up for all the fam
For the girl who ride with us, talk with us, taking shots with us
And probably have a job at the doctors office, were it not for us
Even when it's so cold
Shorty go get her clothes off shake it like a snow blow
Shotgun, rolling something, sitting in the gold coast
Dipping in the gold Rolles, twisted like a Rold's Gold

[Hook]
Fuck a rapper, what you tryna' say
Sound like every other rapper from around the way
Fuck a rapper, I ain't got the time of day

[Verse 2]
This is for gat-packers and backpackers
If you want to front on that shit, I guess you ass-backwards
I ask after I shoot, I laugh after your group is done rapping
Dawg, I'm after the troup
Proof in living, are you getting what you're giving
I was told you don't need a shotgun to be driven
We going or a ride, knuckle up or buckle up
Stunt stunt driving, I'm about to double up
Bro still smoking, you can call it Double Dutch
Got the pot boiling, we about to double up
This shit is done, put a fork in it
Oh we about to pop off, put a cork in it
If you're gonna whine, I'm a Cracker Barrel
Want some cheese with that wine, try this Cracker Barrel
People ask me when I rhyme why I'm cavalier
It's cause I'm moving to Miami in like half a year

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
5,000 days of thunder
Switching lanes while I cruise in these Days of Summer
All 500 like my days are numbered
Words are confused, word to Jason Lundin, but it's all mine
We down at Utica, locals rolling arugula
Fuck a fendy, got Cubans up in the humidor
I ain't smoking, just suited up like a luchador
I ain't stuntin', just naked women, and new decor
Now we at Syracuse, shorty want to share a room
Watching Kira sidewalk, cure herself with a cure of carrot juice
This is real, this is rap, this is televised
This for Preem, this for Mac, this for Malakai
9, 5, I was Mark Ecko
Dropping hard lines, word to Art Deco
In a car rental, 2012 in that car
Hard acrylic orange net, I feel like Carmelo

[Hook]

Killa Kyleon - Batman Lyrics

Killa Kyleon - Batman Lyrics

Hey yeah
Black on black Camaro that's the Batmobile
My hood got them CD yeah that's what I live
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, yeah that's how I feel
So call me batman yeah that's what that is
Black on black Camaro that's the Batmobile
My hood got them CD yeah that's what I live
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, yeah that's how I feel
So call me batman yeah that's what that is

Hey, wonder woman from my passenger
Cushing gold in while I'm passing her
GPS the bank so I don't mess it up
...stack it up
Hey take your bitch now you her X man
Ball like Professor X on the X man
I ain't mad cut bitch that Tony Stark
On my grind like a skater
Bitch I'm ...
Guard on that cater Spiderman
Everything blue and red Spiderman two
Superman without a cape I'm on that kryptonite
Drank man keep that all this isn't Crystal light
Silver Surfer ice man that look like Christmas lights
Smoking on them Christmas trees that would get you right
Sitting on them brokers got the furious
Laughing at you jokers, why so serious?

Black on black Camaro that's the Batmobile
My hood got them CD yeah that's what I live
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, yeah that's how I feel
So call me batman yeah that's what that is
Black on black Camaro that's the Batmobile
My hood got them CD yeah that's what I live
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, yeah that's how I feel
So call me batman yeah that's what that is

I ain't tough but to hell moment
9 51 just like a moment
Too legit to quit cause I'm a weirdo
Lord have mercy on my soul I'm a sinner
The torch on the hottest nigger
Money talk what's in your wallet nigger?

Street credit sell them 20 fuck her Visa nigger
Got them rappers on my roll just like them paper nigger
Green on my like the hulk bout to act up
Lean on me like a buck about to rap up
I'm in the club flexing like I'm Hogue
Wolverine cut them up I'll be them longest
Hey, fake niggers we exposing
Pussy niggers we dispose'em
Bitch I shine in the dark night
Pull up all black
Bitch I'm the dark knight

Black on black Camaro that's the Batmobile
My hood got them CD yeah that's what I live
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, yeah that's how I feel
So call me batman yeah that's what that is
Black on black Camaro that's the Batmobile
My hood got them CD yeah that's what I live
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, yeah that's how I feel

So call me batman yeah that's what that is

Lirik Lagu Jangan Gila -Bunga Citra Lestari

Lirik Lagu Jangan Gila -Bunga Citra Lestari 

Maju mundur atas kebawah
Iya iya enggak enggak kenapa lagi?

Apa pa sich maumu?
Susah amat tinggal bilang
ABCDEFJ and bla bla bla bla

Jangan gila, jangan gila sayang
Nanti kau menyesal
Kira-kira kalau marah sayang
Nanti kau menyesal

Baik, ngambek, diam lagi diam lagi
Enggak pernah jelas ampun aku

Apa pa sich maumu?
Susah amat tinggal bilang
ABCDEFJ and bla bla bla bla

Jangan gila, jangan gila sayang
Nanti kau menyesal
Kira-kira kalau marah sayang
Nanti kau menyesal

Jangan gila, jangan gila sayang
Nanti kau menyesal
Kira-kira kalau marah sayang
Nanti kau menyesal

Jangan gila, jangan gila sayang
Nanti kau menyesal
Kira-kira kalau marah sayang
Nanti kau menyesal

Attila - Shots for the Boys Lyrics

Attila - Shots for the Boys Lyrics

Here we go now
pour the shots out
everyone is getting hammered
and the tabs on me
we're going hard cause we run this shit
so stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch
(if you party like a bitch)

take another and drink it all down
we can have ten more
cause we run this town
we keep it rowdy as fuck
take 3 more shots for good luck

shots for the boys
bottoms up!

shot of tequila
one after another
for all of my homies
and all of your brothers
shut up and don't bother me
just take another we party all night
and were not like the others
oh shit

shots for the boys!
hell yeah

Here we go now
pour the shots out
everyone is getting hammered
and the tabs on me
we're going hard cause we run this shit
so stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch

take another and drink it all down
we can have ten more
cause we run this town
we keep it rowdy as fuck
take 3 more shots for good luck

I only drink in celebration
and every night is a celebration
you don't like to take straight shots
shut the fuck we only take straight shots
one more shot
it's getting late
so get it in before last call
one more shot
if you don't take it then your just a fucking asshole
tomorrow morning is gonna be rough
but last night was the shit

so suck on my dick

Attila - Party with the Devil Lyrics

Attila - Party with the Devil Lyrics

So what
You don't agree with the things that I do
And you always accuse me
I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what want you and nobody can ever live forever
Get over it
I'm ready now

We can only live our lives as we please
So just get the fuck over it

I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what want you and nobody can ever live forever
Get over it
I'm ready now

And it goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and fuck it
Six, six, six
Party with the devil, bitch

Rage-aholics
Anonymous
Fill your cups
We're dancing with the devil
He'll drink you under the table
Fire burning in your lungs
So drink up
And now the devil's inside me
I feel better than I ever have before

You don't agree with the things that I do
And you always accuse me
Fuck

Let's go

I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what you want and nobody can ever live forever
Get over it
I'm ready now

Here we go

All you do is point and accuse
A useless flaming ball of shit
Causing trouble with my friends

I don't give a fuck what you think
The devil's got my fucking back

If you keep running your mouth
You'll get your baby motherfucked

Fuck that shit

Rage-aholics
Anonymous
Fill your cups
We're dancing with the devil
He'll drink you under the table
Fire burning in your lungs
So drink up
And now the devil's inside me
I feel better than I ever have before

Go

Come on, get up and we'll party with the devil
And the party never stops
Until you're on my fucking level
It's another night alive
Another reason we can break shit
Fuck another hot bitch
My initials are six, six, six

Fuck you