Bad Boys For Life Album Lyrics

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Uptown II

(Meek Mill feat. Farruko)

Yeah, they heard I bought a Spanish bitch a bussdown
Now all the Spanish bitches from Uptown hit me up now, yeah

Make that Lamborghini pussy pop (pussy poppin')
When I'm in that pussy, Milly Rock (skrrrt, skrrrt)
Seven days a week with Gucci socks (Gucci socks, ay)
Loudest in the room, usually not, ooh
I just f*cked a bad bitch with a lace front
I been f*ckin' Miami up since day one
Times ten, every milli' when I make one
Say it's beef and we address it when that day come

Everything about me A1
Bussdown with my day ones
She look like a J. Lo (J. Lo)
Hit it like I'm A-Rod (whoa)
Ballin' on these niggas, I'm like diamond in the playoffs (ballin')
Lock me up for wheeling, indictment, I'ma lay off
Yeah, she a startender, I'm a dog nigga (okay, okay)
Seen her goin' up on the 'Gram, she wore a dog filter (yeah)
I can't love to this lil' bitch because my dawg killed her (I can't love her)
When we finish with that bitch, you know we all killed her
This that, this that, blow it back (blow that shit)
This that pop that pussy, throw that ass (throw that shit)
I can't judge you shawty, I don't know your past (I don't know)
Only thing I know, I want that pussy bad on the gang

Hoy la noche está buena (Farru)
Vamo' a darle candela (Pum-pum-pum)
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
(Chequea cómo mueve el culo la morena)
Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
Chequea cómo mueve el culo la morena

Yeah, made that La Ferrari do a trick (do a trick, skrrrt)
Tag her, then I freeze her, now she it (now she it)
Nah, nigga, it ain't called tricking when you rich (this ain't that)
When buying a bag is like you giving her 50 cents, whoa
Real baller, DM and I will call her
Lotta tickets, I should be will-caller
Lotta bitches, break her heart, I feel for her
Trill nigga, still might pay her bills for, whoa

Hoy la noche está buena (Farru)
Vamo' a darle candela (Pum-pum-pum)
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
(Chequea cómo mueve el culo la morena)
Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
Chequea cómo mueve el culo la morena (Pri-yah-yah, Farru)

Hoy salen los tiger paisa y picante (Pum-pum)
Mucha movie, mucha baby maleante (Yah yah yah)
La cubana forrá' completa en diamante'
Y hoy la calle e' de nosotro', que aguanten (Blep)
Tenemo' la movie prendí'a en play (Pri-blep)
Y en Miami andamo' flow Scarface (Yah yah)
Y al que flexe de tu combo lo estrellamo' en el highway (Yah)
Le prendemo' la fuleta y vuelan canto' cheesecake (Prra)
Hoy la' baby' andan buscando cuete, cuete
Y yo que ando botando billete'-llete' (Jajaja)
'Toy activo y ando en el cohete (Wu)
No se asusten cuando le dé al botón y le apriete (Pum-pum-pum-pum)

Hoy la noche está buena (Farru)
Vamo' a darle candela (Pum-pum-pum)
(You know, you know, you already know the vibes)
(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena, yah yah)
Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibes)
Chequea cómo mueve el culo la morena

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Money Fight

(City Girls)

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
(City Girls)
(Yung Miami)
(JT)

Rich gangsters to the left
(Rich gangsters to the left)
Trap gangsters to the right
(Trap gangsters to the right)
Errybody throwin' money
(Errybody throwin' money)
Money fight, money fight
(Money fight, money fight)

F*ck givin' ones, throw some hunnids on me
That's the way it's gon' be
You wanna f*ck with JT
Money fight in this bitch
Who gon' pay my rent?
Throw some money, pay the car note on this Benz (skrrt)
And I ain't tryna be friends with a mark ass who ain't tryna spend Ms
Ain't no Netflix and chill
T-throw then bands, let a bitch know it's real
Throw another five if you really got a vibe
Them rich (rich) throwin' money on the other side
Money fight, yeah, it's a money fight
Get your ass out the way if your money ain't right

Rich gangsters to the left
(Rich gangsters to the left)
Trap gangsters to the right
(Trap gangsters to the right)
Errybody throwin' money
(Errybody throwin' money)
Money fight, money fight
(Money fight, money fight)
Money fight, money fight
It's a money fight
Broke boy, fall back if your money ain't right
Money fight, money fight
It's a money fight
We need more ones, it's a money fight

I'ma get this money, I'ma work that shit
I'ma shake my ass like the birthday bitch
All these fake ass hoes, yeah they hate they shit
'Cause they, pay me, they can't take that shit
A-all the real ass bitches can't f*ck with this shit
'Cause I'm a bad yellow bitch outta City Girl clique (City Girls)
Yung Miami and I'm dripped in Gucci
Bustdown on my wrist and my body stupid (ow)
Money fight and you know we gone
We be throwin' more money than these, throwin'
Get, get, get, get it girl
Can't nobody do it like a City Girl (get it, get it)

Rich gangsters to the left
(Rich gangsters to the left)
Trap gangsters to the right
(Trap gangsters to the right)
Errybody throwin' money
(Errybody throwin' money)
Money fight, money fight
(Money fight, money fight)
Money fight, money fight
It's a money fight
Broke boy, fall back if your money ain't right
Money fight, money fight
It's a money fight
We need more ones, it's a money fight

It's the birthday set, it's the birthday set
All my strippers on deck, it's the birthday set
It's the birthday set
Young, blow a check for the birthday bitch
Money fight, money fight
Money fight, money fight
Money fight, money fight
Money fight
Bad boys to the left
Rap boys to the right
Money fight, money fight, money fight
NBA to the left
NFL to the right
Money fight, money fight, money fight
Rich gangsters to the left
Trap gangsters to the right
Money fight, money fight, money fight
Get it, get it, get it, get it
City, City, City, City
City Girl with it
City Girl with it
City Girl with it
City Girl with it

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RITMO (Bad Boys For Life)

(The Black Eyed Peas X J Balvin)

This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm of the night

Toda la noche rompemo' (of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (oh, yeah)
Tú sabes cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Toda la noche rompemo' (of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (oh, yeah)
Tú sabes cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo

Ritmo

No son ni Reebook ni son Nike (no)
Sin estilista, luzco fly (yes)
La Rosalía me dice que luzco guay (La Rosalía)
No te lo niego porque yo sé lo que hay (wuh)
Lo que se ve, no se pregunta (na')
Si los perdí, tengo claro que e' mi culpa (es mi culpa, culpa; ah)
Como Canelo en el ring nada me asusta
Vivo en mi Oasis y la paz no me la tumban (wuh)
Hakuna Matata como Timón y Pumba
Voy pa' leyenda así que dale zumba
Los dejo ciego' con la vibra que me alumbra
Haters pa' la tumba, nosotros pa' la rumba (ra)
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm of the night
Toda la noche rompemo' (of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (oh, yeah)
Tú sabes cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Toda la noche rompemo' (of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (oh, yeah)
Tú sabes cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo

Ritmo

The rhythm, the rebel, styles upon styles upon styles, I got several
Born to be wild 'cause I live like a daredevil
Live it up, hit 'em up, that's the scenario (2Pac)
I get around like a merry go (rooftop)
I am on top of the pedestal (flu shot)
I am so sick I need medical (who thought?)
I learned that shit down in Mexico (hahaha!)
The rhythm, the rebel
New and improved, I be on a new level (oh yeah)
That's how we do it, we buildin' like LEGO (oh yeah)
Feel on the fire, you dealin' with fuego
Can't stop, I am addicted I never quit
Won't stop, don't need to speak to no therapist
No stop, keepin' it movin' is the narrative
Nonstop, do it like woo, there it is
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm of the night
Toda la noche rompemo' (of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (oh, yeah)
Tú sabes cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's fuego (of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Toda la noche rompemo' (of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (oh, yeah)
Tú sabes cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo

Ritmo

You like that space?

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Future Bright

(Rick Ross feat. Bryson Tiller)

The biggest
Bryson
Your future so bright
The flyest shit
It's time to take 'em down, baby
(Maybach Music)

Yo, (Beat Billionaire)
Still got the yayo flyin' in from all the West Coast
Fleet of cars all red like this was Death Row
Keep it gangsta, never singin' like it's "Danny Boy"
All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her
Begin at what you eat, I'ma change your lifestyle (boss)
Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (woo)
From the back I f*ck her long term (huh)
No trippin', trust me, shawty, this won't hurt (huh)
New G Wagen, that's just to go get your nails did
Big fishin' I'ma get you niggas at LIV
I got a plug and it's comin' out of Panama (huh)
I got a plug and it's comin' out of Panama
A petty problem'll have your ass doin' 30 years
Boy, the future bright, it's time to touch these 30 M's
Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalog
Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I had 'em all (boss)

Shawty said she wanna floss like me (like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (me)
Then f*ck with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me (no), like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby f*ck with a, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck with a, f*ck with a

Rollin' deep, so I'm tailed by the gang unit
All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (uh)
Her future bright, I wanna handle your retirement
Life insurance, policy with the Pyrex (uh)
Kingpin so it's smoother than a one-two
Got you the same whip I got your mom too (huh)
Do it big and shit, I'm talkin' until
Junior Mafia niggas'll let the guns loose (bang)
Bad bitch better show me what her tongue do (huh)
Dapper Dan Gucci suits that I could run through (huh)
My niggas comin' up like it was coke prices (huh)
How can you be trippin', nigga, with no snipers? (Huh)
Step-steppin' off the jets, still in the hair-rollers
She rock with dopeboys, or shareholders
Twenty stacks, blow it all in Fashion Nova
What I'm smokin', you can smell from California (boss)

Shorty said she wanna floss like me (floss like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (cost like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (call the shots)
Then f*ck with a young boss like me
I know you got a man but he not like me (no), like me, no
Pull out the stop like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby f*ck with a, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck with a, f*ck with a

(Maybach Music)

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Bad Moves

(DJ Durel feat. Quavo & Rich The Kid)

Bad
Trap, I might shoot
In Miami
(DJ Durel)

She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad
I was in the 'Rari pullin' off, I made 'em mad (skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I'ma do the dash (woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f*ck her on the corner (woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (bad), I'm so f*ckin' bad, I was cuttin' class (class)
Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trappin' gas (gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot)
I was ridin' 'round Miami with no roof ('round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin' in the coupe

Got a choppa and it's brand new, brand new
Got a bitch and she bad too, bad too
I'm in MIA, Rolls Royce or the Lamb', what we gon' ride today?
I'm a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away

Makin' bad moves (money), bad moves
Bad bitches like 'em bad too (bad), bad too (woo)
Get that bag today (uh)
We the hottest in the city, don't try to ride the wave (no)
Young niggas takin' over, they some bad babies (Quavo)

She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad
I was in the 'Rari pullin' off, I made 'em mad (skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I'ma do the dash (woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f*ck her on the corner (woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (bad), I'm so f*ckin' bad, I was cuttin' class (class)
Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trappin' gas (gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot)
I was ridin' 'round Miami with no roof ('round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin' in the coupe

Woo, Quavo
Fifty thousand, I'ma flex in all hunnids (fifty)
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money (woo-hee)
I'm so bad, Ali couldn't touch me (Ali)
I'm so bad, I flew a bad bitch out the country (bad, bad)

Say, "I love you," I was lyin', that was yesterday (yesterday)
Pocket rocket in the club but that's the only way
If I know that I won't win then I won't even play
I'm so bad that I was waitin' on a bad day

She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad
I was in the 'Rari pullin' off, I made 'em mad (skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I'ma do the dash (woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f*ck her on the corner (woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (bad), I'm so f*ckin' bad, I was cuttin' class (class)
Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trappin' gas (gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot)
I was ridin' 'round Miami with no roof ('round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin' in the coupe (bad boy)

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Muévelo

(Nicky Jam and Daddy Yankee)

[Spanish]

[IDaddy Yankee & Nicky Jam]
¡D-D-D-D-D-D-Y!
Nicky-Nicky-Nicky Jam
¡Play-N-Skillz!
It's how we do with the new Play-N-Skillz, ah

[Nicky Jam & Daddy Yankee]
Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na

[Nicky Jam & Daddy Yankee]
Toda' la' mano' pa' arriba (Muévelo)
Con todo el flow en el aire (Muévelo)
Aquí to' el mundo vacila (Muévelo)
No vamo' a parar (No vamo' a parar)
Rompemo' la fiesta (Muévelo)
Somo' la candela (Muévelo)
Disculpe, señor oficial (Muévelo)
Hoy vamo' a rumbear

[Nicky Jam]
Esto está duro, esto no 'tá easy
En la discoteca hay un Apocalipsis
Ese booty que tú tiene', baby, es un arma
To'as las nena' ready, Nicky Jam apretó la alarma
Pa' que baje' (Eh)
Prueba este veneno que te traje (Eh)
Tengo pa' llenarte ese garaje
A tu cuerpo le hago un homenaje

[Nicky Jam]
DJ, suénalo, pégalo y hasta abajo vámono'
El flow no le baje', que este ritmo suena cómodo
Suénalo, pégalo y hasta abajo vámono'
No le baje', no

[Nicky Jam & Daddy Yankee]
Toda' la' mano' pa' arriba (Muévelo)
Con todo el flow en el aire (Muévelo)
Aquí to' el mundo vacila (Muévelo)
No vamo' a parar (No vamo' a parar)
Rompemo' la fiesta (Muévelo)
Somo' la candela (Muévelo)
Disculpe, señor oficial (Muévelo)
Hoy vamo' a rumbear

[Daddy Yankee]
Mami, síguelo, no me tranco
Rebota to'a esas nalga' como si fuera un cheque en blanco (Wuh)
Quédate con el club (Heh), meneando to' ese plástico
Tira'o pa' atrá', yo te guayo en piloto automático
Inquieta (Ey), tú no ere' un mueble, pa' mí tú ere' coqueta (Dile)
Má' eléctrica que una pista 'e David Guetta (Dile)
Hoy tú la perra la sacaste 'e la gaveta-veta-veta (Heh, heh, prr)

[Daddy Yankee]
DJ suénalo (Prr), pégalo (Prr), hasta abajo vámono' (Eh)
El flow no le baje', que esto es pa' bailarlo cómodo
Suénalo, pégalo, hasta abajo vámono'
Tumba la casa con la rumba, yeah (Go, go, prr)

[Nicky Jam & Daddy Yankee]
Toda' la' mano' pa' arriba (Muévelo)
Con todo el flow en el aire (Muévelo)
Aquí to' el mundo vacila (Muévelo)
No vamo' a parar (No vamo' a parar)
Rompemo' la fiesta (Muévelo)
Somo' la candela (Muévelo)
Disculpe, señor oficial (Muévelo)
Hoy vamo' a rumbear

[Nicky Jam & Daddy Yankee]
Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na (No vamo' a parar)
Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hoy vamo' a rumbear

[Nicky Jam & Daddy Yankee]
Toda' la' mano' pa' arriba (Muévelo)
Con todo el flow en el aire (Muévelo)
Aquí to' el mundo vacila (Muévelo)
No vamo' a parar (No vamo' a parar)
Rompemo' la fiesta (Muévelo)
Somo' la candela (Muévelo)
Disculpe, señor oficial (Muévelo)
Hoy vamo' a rumbear

[English]

D-D-D-D-D-D-Y
Nicky-Nicky-Nicky Jam
Play-N-Skillz

Na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na

Na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na

All the hands up, move it
With all the flow in the air, move it
Everyone hesitates here, move it
We are not going to stop

We break up the party, move it
We are the candle, move it
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, move it
Today we are going to rumble

This is hard, this is not easy
There is an apocalypse in the disco
That booty that you have, baby, it's a weapon
All the girls ready, Nicky Jam set the alarm

To get off (eh)
Try this poison that I brought you (eh)
I have, to fill you up that garage
I do a tribute to your body

DJ blow it, stick it, and let's go till down
Don't lower the flow, that this rhythm sounds comfortable
Blow it, stick it, and let's go till down
Don't lower, no

All the hands up, move it
With all the flow in the air, move it
Everyone hesitates here, move it
We are not going to stop

We break up the party, move it
We are the candle, move it
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, move it
Today we are going to rumble

Honey, follow him, I don't stop
Bounce all those buttocks as if it were a blank check
Stay with the club, wagging all that plastic
Pulled back, I help you on autopilot
Restless, you are not a piece of furniture, for me you are flirtatious
More electric than a joist track
Today you the bitch you took it out of the pin

DJ blow it, stick it, and let's go till down
Don't lower the flow, that this rhythm sounds comfortable
Blow it, stick it, and let's go till down
Don't lower, no

All the hands up, move it
With all the flow in the air, move it
Everyone hesitates here, move it
We are not going to stop

We break up the party, move it
We are the candle, move it
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, move it
Today we are going to rumble

Na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na (we are not going to stop)

Na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na
Today we are going to rumble

All the hands up, move it
With all the flow in the air, move it
Everyone hesitates here, move it
We are not going to stop (we are not going to stop)

We break up the party, move it
We are the candle, move it
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, move it
Today we are going to rumble

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Damn I Love Miami

(Pitbull X Lil Jon)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
(Ey, give it to me now)
Ey (I love Miami)
What happens in Miami
Never happened (Give it to me now)
What happens in Miami (Mr. 305)
Let's go! (Let's go!)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
I'ma hit this hotel
There's a party in that lobby (Let's do it!)
But be careful who you mess with
'Cause a ho tell everybody (Damn!)
In Miami where all that ass from
And her girlfriend's got one too
Nah, it ain't my birthday, baby
But I wanna see you and her in your birthday suit

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
I was like, "Hey"
She was like, "Yo"
I was like, "Ballin'"
She was like, "Sho'" (Yeah)
Wanna hit BT's
Wanna hit Scarlets
Wanna hit Tootsies
Baby, let's go (Let's go)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
She was mulatica, talking 'bout a chiller (Yeah)
I put her on the mic, beat it up like Thriller (Thriller)
She and her best friend said, "Bring one more"
Another bad one, you already know (Let's go)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
Damn, I love Miami (I love it)
These girls speak my language (Hey)
Russian roulette sexy (Sexy)
Body speaking Spanglish (Aha)
Damn, I love Miami (I love it)
And Miami loves me (Yeah)
Damn, I love Miami (Mia-Miami)
There's nothing like it, trust me (Hey)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
I got big decisions
I got two brunettes and a blonde one (Do both)
On the yacht gettin' butt booty naked
Now that's Miami problems (What?)
They titties look just like Baywatch
But they ass from the 305 (305)
You can do a lot on Deco Drive
Or you can do a lot on my dick all night

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
She said, "Hey"
I said, "Dimelo"
She was too hot
I couldn't say no
So I closed the tab
Jumped straight in the car
Went up straight Calle Ocho, yeah
Straight to the mo'

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
She was like, "Que rico"
When I was all in her
And if you go to Kendall
They all Kendall Jenners
Now you outta-towners know what time it is
305, welcome to the crib

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
Damn, I love Miami
These girls speak my language (Hey)
Russian roulette sexy (Sexy)
Body speaking Spanglish (Aha)
Damn, I love Miami (Miami)
And Miami loves me (Yeah)
Damn, I love Miami (Mia-Miami)
There's nothing like it, trust me (Hey)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
West Perrine, got that get down
Little Havana got that too (Calle Ocho)
Wynwood got that get down
Little Haiti got that too
Hialeah got that get down
Opa-locka got that too (Triangle)
Carol City, got that get down
Leisure City got that too (All the ladies)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
Damn, I love Miami (305)
These girls speak my language (That's right)
Russian roulette sexy (Dade County)
Body speaking Spanglish (That's right)
Damn, I love Miami (305)
And Miami loves me (That's right)
Damn, I love Miami (Dade County)
There's nothing like it, trust me (Let's go)

[Pitbull & Lil Jon]
Homestead got that get down
And Goulds, they got that too (Calle Ocho)
Cutler Bay, they got that get down
And Perrine got that too (Aha)
Miami Heights, got that get down
And Richmond Heights got that too (Aha, yeah)
In the Grove, they got that get down
In Overtown, they got that too (Hey)

---

The Hottest

(Jaden Smith)

I just landed in Maimi, swear they'll never understand me
100 on the freeway and I'm gunning for the Grammy
Sexy Mama got a whip, hella sandy
Then she wanted to take a city
I said, "Baby, why can't we?"

Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in my voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city going up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us

Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got a choice (No choice)
I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice (Let's go)
Hot fire, got the city going up (Hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us

Time after time
I feel your love
Roll the windows up
We don't give no f*cks

Time after time
My pockets still stuffed
Quarter milli' in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked

And the spot is by the beach
Pull up in that eco-friendly
And I don't wanna preach
Got the twins with me
Had to give 'em 50 each
Homie told me if I pull up
That I might end end up deceased
Let me think, hmm, that shit was a reach
I'm done with the talking, I just gotta let 'em see
I'ma pull up on your ass with the bands on me
When I'm sailing through the water, loaded cannons on me
I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me
You know the feds always watch
Got they cameras on me, huh
Flooded with diamonds
Man, you know you can't compete
We ain't stoppin' on no beat
Till we hottest in the streets, better know

Time after time
I feel your love
Roll the windows up
We don't give no f*cks

Time after time
My pockets still stuffed
Quarter milli' in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked

Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in my voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city going up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us, tell 'em

Told the label double my advance (My advance)
Lotta different color bands in these pants (In these pants)
Hit Japan, in Shibuya with the fans
And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, n***a
Shit is hot, you can't do that shit again
Called in jury duty but they know that I'm in France
She said, "You ain't call", I said, "I never got a chance
I been running through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl'

Time after time
I feel your love
Roll the windows up
We don't give no f*cks

Time after time
My pockets still stuffed
Quarter milli' in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked

Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in my voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got a city going up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us

Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got a choice (No choice)
I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice
Hot fire, got a city going up (Hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us

---

Murda She Wrote

(Buju Banton)

Lord ah mercy
Bad boys, easy
Tek it easy and calm
(What is going on?) Alright

Well ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins you inna blood sport
Turn it up a notch and take it to a higher volt (well)
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins you inna blood sport
Take it up a notch and take it to a higher

Said you came from selling smack and selling dope
How di Yayo make di empire float
Wit your entire life under microscope
Out of the game is your only hope
South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets
Bullshit walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
Soldier pon di corner, you know seh we shit cyaan' weak
They talk, we act, we move and dem stop
Ba-bad to di bone and we love it like that
Dem ah flip and ah flop we shit deh pon lock
Anywhere we go dancehall haffi

Alright, ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Hot just like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins you inna blood sport
Talk to mi board, hear me now

From juvenile detention to doing real time
Although you never really choose a life of crime
We some how many gone and wah dey lef behind
Criminal intent with criminal mind
Bad boy, bad boy well it is your time
Where you gonna hide now? Your life is on di line
Not a, slap on di wrist and me seh no, not a fine
And anyhow dem catch, betta luck next time

Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha

Said you came from selling smack and selling dope
How di Yayo make di empire float
Wit di entire life under microscope
Out of the game is your only hope
South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets
Bullshit walk while Don shot speaks
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
Precision, every soldier fi know seh we shit cyaan' weak
They talk, we act, we move and dem stop
Bad to di bone and we love it like that
Dem ah flip and ah flop we shit deh pon lock
An anywhere we go dancehall haffi (wild)

Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha

Said you came from selling smack and selling dope
How di Yayo make di empire float
Wit di entire life under microscope
Out of the game is your only hope
South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet

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RITMO (Bad Boys For Life) (Remix)

(The Black Eyed Peas J Balvin and Jaden Smith)

[Corona]
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm of the night

[will.i.am, Jaden & Corona]
Tonight is gonna be bueno (Of the night)
I'm talkin' no problemo (Oh yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (Of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (Oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Tonight is gonna be bueno (Of the night)
I'm talkin' no problemo (Oh yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (Of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (Oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo

[Instrumental Bridge]
Ritmo

[will.i.am]
The rhythm, the rebels, styles upon styles upon styles, I got several
Born to be wild 'cause I live like a daredevil
Live it up, hit 'em up, that's the scenario (2Pac)
I get around like a merry go (Rooftop)
I am on top of the pedestal (Flu shot)
I am so sick I need medical (Puta)
I learned that shit down in Mexico

[Jaden]
Ayy, niggas gon' come up with that hot shit
And I got 'em runnin' when I drop shit (When I drop)
I just landed in Miami with a lot of big drip (Drip)
And I'm goin' eco with the top stitch (With the top stitch, with the top)
Vision, man, I got a lot of it (A lot)
I'm Thomas Paine with the common sense (Huh?)
Came from Egyptian sarcophagus (Yeah)
That's where I get all my confidence, look
Black tux make a supermodel blush
Only nigga sippin' water in the club
One-fifty in a Tesla, no clutch
Make the 12 think they need to put a nigga in some cuffs, goddamn

[Corona]
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm of the night

[Jaden, will.i.am & Corona]
Tonight is gonna be bueno (Of the night)
I'm talkin' no problemo (Oh yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (Of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (Oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Tonight is gonna be bueno (Of the night)
I'm talkin' no problemo (Oh yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (Of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (Oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo

[Instrumental Bridge]
Ritmo

[J Balvin]
No son ni Reebok ni son Nike (No)
Sin estilista luzco fly (Yes)
La Rosalía me dice que luzco guay (La Rosalía)
No te lo niego porque yo sé lo que hay (Wuh)
Lo que se ve, no se pregunta (Nah)
Soy próspero y tengo claro que e' mi culpa (Es mi culpa, culpa; ah)
Como Canelo en el ring nada me asusta
Vivo en mi base y la paz no me la tumban (Wuh)
Hakuna Matata como Timón y Pumba
Voy pa' leyenda, así que dale zumba
Los dejo ciego' con la vibra que me alumbra
Haters pa' la tumba, nosotros pa' la rumba (Rrrá)

[Corona]
This is the rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm of the night

[J Balvin, will.i.am, Corona & Jaden]
Toda la noche rompemo' (Of the night)
Al otro día volvemo' (Oh, yeah)
Tú sabe' cómo lo hacemo', baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (Of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (Oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Tonight is gonna be bueno (Of the night)
I'm talkin' no problemo (Oh yeah)
We party to the extremo, baby
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Baby, tonight's like fuego (Of the night)
We 'bout to spend the dinero (Oh, yeah)
We party to the extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo, extremo

[J Balvin]
Ritmo
You like that space?