Son of a Bitch - Vincent Neil Emerson

Ayy, Zypitano got that gas (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real) (Yeah) Look Uh, look We went from rags to riches, uh Project fences to livin' luxury Now we live luxury Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me Be careful while fucking with me All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me Yeah, they gon' cut you for me Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free Say she in love with me (what else?) But save your love, I just want your company I fall in the club for free I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me 'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?) This type of shit is what make a hater When you got it out the mud, yeah Ran it up, yeah Really don't give no fuck, yeah Don't give no fuck When you turn nothing to something, yeah Really hustlin', yeah Young and gettin that money, yeah We getting that money, yeah Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches, uh (what else?) Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches, uh (what else?) Rags to riches (what else? Damn) Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches, uh (what else?) Rags to riches (what else?) To riches (what else? Damn) Yeah Rags to riches, rags to (ayy, Zypitano got that gas) Rags to riches, rags to riches (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real) Rags to riches I don't wanna hear myself, I don't wanna hear myself Damn Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Fear fun, fear love, fresh out of fucks forever Tryin' to be stronger for you Ice cream, ice queen, I dream in jeans and leather Live stream, I'm sweet for you Oh God, miss you on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss You're in the yard, I light the fire And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay You write, I tour, we make it work You're beautiful and I'm insane We're American-made Give me Hallmark One dream, one life, one lover Paint me happy in blue Norman Rockwell, no hype under our covers It's just me and you Oh God, miss you on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss You're in the yard, I light the fire And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay You write, I tour, we make it work You're beautiful and I'm insane We're American-made Oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah) Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah) Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, want you on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Soundin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh, shatter oh, shatter, oh, shatter (Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss) Yeah (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah) (Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss) (Yeah) You heard my baby's back in town now You should come, come over We'll be hanging around now You should come, come over Oh God, I love him on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch Touch me with your fingertips It's me your little Venice bitch Back, back in the garden We're getting high now because we're older Me myself, I like diamonds My baby crimson and clover (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) Wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever, everything, whatever (Wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever, everything, whatever) Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah yeah, ah yeah (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers Back in the garden We're getting high now because we're older Me myself, I like diamonds My baby crimson and clover Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love

Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh (you're gonna love this) Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh (you can't touch this) Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh ('cause I'm a bad bitch) We hit the elevator right up to the rooftop The bass is pumping, make me wanna screw the top off Yeah, we'll be drinking, and nobody's gonna stop us And we'll be kissing anybody that's around us I just wanna have fun tonight (blow up this shit tonight) Put me under the flashing light Oh, oh, oh, oh Let me blow up this house tonight (gonna blow up) We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch, I'm Madonna We're jumping in the pool and swimming with our clothes on I poured a beer into my shoe and got my freak on The neighbor's pissed and says he's gonna call the Five-O If they show up then we are gonna give a good show I just wanna go off tonight Pull me under the flashing light Oh, oh, oh, oh Let me blow up this house tonight (gonna blow up) Uh Beep-beep, bitch, move We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na (oh) We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna (bitch, I'm Madonna...) Who do you think you are? You can't mess with this lucky star Oh, oh, oh, oh Who do you think you are? (Uh) Hold up with my nose up And that rose up in that thinga I'm froze up, but my stove up 'Cause he eatin' like this his dinner I run shit, I don't fall back 'Cause I'm on track, I'm a sprinter I'm bossed up, I got 'em awestruck It's not a toss up, I'm the winner B-b-b-beep-beep, bitch, move 'Fore I bang bang with that Uz That's Miu Miu on my shoes Ain't got a thing left for me to prove It's that bottle service all night It's that poppin' urban just right It's that "Go hard or go home zone" Bitch I'm Madonna, these hoes know (kyuh) We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na (oh) We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch I'm Madonna Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh (we do it like this) Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh (you're gonna love this) Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh (you can't touch this) Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh ('cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? "Go hard or go home zone", bitch I'm Madonna, these hoes know

I am light as a feather, I'm as stiff as a board I pay attention to things that most people ignore And I'm alright with the movies That make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty, that's for sure And I am built like a mother and a total machine I feel for your every little issue I know just what you mean And I make light of the darkness I've got sun in my motherfucking pocket, best believe Yeah, you know me, I Forgive and I forget I know my age and I act like it Got what you can't resist I'm a perfect all-American— I am light as a feather, I'm as fresh as the air Coca-Cola bottles that I only use to curl my hair I got class and integrity Just like a goddamn Kennedy, I swear With love to spare, I Forgive and I forget I know my age and I act like it Got what you can't resist I'm a perfect all-American bitch With perfect all-American lips And perfect all-American hips I know my place, I know my place and this is it I don't get angry when I'm pissed I'm the eternal optimist I scream inside to deal with it, like, "Ah!" Like, "Ah!" (Oh my fucking God) All the time I'm grateful all the time I'm sexy and I'm kind I'm pretty when I cry Oh, all the time (all the time) I'm grateful all the time (I'm grateful all the fucking time) I'm sexy and I'm kind I'm pretty when I cry

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah