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Superbee – Shooting Star Lyrics

Hangul

Back in the day
When i was a little kid
그땐 몰랐었네 이렇게나 이룰진
I’ve Imagined this life
Shooting star가 되는 중
소원을 다 이룬 뒤에
유성 그 자체가 되는 꿈

많은 동료들이 짧은 돈
멀리 못갈 인지도에
취해 한눈을 파네 like fetty wap
3번째 눈이라도 뜨면 다행이겠네
예술가는 래퍼를 못이겨서
승만 챙길게, yehh

One thing i know fasho
삶이 통째 바뀌었어도
처음 첫 느낌은 게임같은 거
I still do it 4 fun
Flow 짜는 이유는 재미여서
So 이 노래를 서울서
대구로 가는 차에서 써
Cuz i’m a star
별은 공전하고 안 멈춰
12년 교육 배운 건
돈 많이 버는 직장가는 법
다 그렇게 배워놓고
왜들 아닌 척?

낯 간지러운 감성가사
따위나 빨지 또
너네처럼은 안바뀌어
영국날씨도 yehh
계수기처럼 count up
나 혼자서 여길 Star처럼 밝혀

I’m A Shooting Star
Yes, i’m shootin’
Hang a shining star
On seoul city
환하게 밝혀
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛

빛나는 별
I’m not fallin’
Became a shooting star
In seoul city
환하게 밝혀
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛

Star는 뻗어 하늘 높이
너와는 다른 넓이
멋 나는 형들이 날 가르쳤기에
난 개의치 않아 like lady gaga
촌놈들 몰라도
내가 쩌는 거 저기 ladies 알아

내 style
지향이 어쩌고 저건 저쩌고
또 어떤거는 어째서 그래서
나보다 못하냐고?
뒤통수에는 카메라가
달렸나봐 나는
니가 내 Crew 욕하는게 보여
너부터 좀 잘하고

왜 한국을 욕하면서
한국 돈을 벌라해
온라인 허접들이 없었던
내 오프라인
헛다릴 짚어
전부 어른 말로는 얼라예
Goyard 점원한테 싸인한
갤러리아 옷가게

행복이 뻑가게 해
가짜 왜 솎아내?
급 안맞음 don’t talk to me
너만 빡치지 격하게
니 팬을 훔쳐
문방구 도둑보다 더
내 영어 이름은 goter
난 더 가질게 많어

Yeh 주머니는 더 커, bulk up
BBC 티가 가려버린 louis buckle
Yeh, club의 Lighter처럼
Light it up
나 혼자서 여길 Star처럼 밝혀

I’m A Shooting Star
Yes, i’m shootin’
Hang a shining star
On seoul city
환하게 밝혀
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛

빛나는 별
I’m not fallin’
Became a shooting star
In seoul city
환하게 밝혀
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛

I’m A Shooting Star
Yes, i’m shootin’
Hang a shining star
On seoul city
환하게 밝혀
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛

빛나는 별
I’m not fallin’
Became a shooting star
In seoul city
환하게 밝혀
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛
빛 빛 빛 비 비 빛 빛

Romanization

Back in the day
When i was a little kid
Geuttaen mollasseottne ireohgena iluljin
I’ve Imagined this life
Shooting starga doeneun jung
Sowoneul da ilun dwie
Yuseong geu jachega doeneun kkum

Manheun donglyodeuri jjalbeun don
Meolli mosgal injidoe
Chwihae hannuneul pane
Like fetty wap
3beonjjae nunirado tteumyeon
Dahaengigettne
Yesulganeun laepeoreul mosigyeoseo
Seungman chaenggilge yehh

One thing i know fasho
Salmi tongjjae bakkwieosseodo
Cheoeum cheos neukkimeun geimgateun geo
I still do it 4 fun
Flow jjaneun iyuneun jaemiyeoseo
So i nolaeleul seoulseo
Daeguro ganeun chaeseo sseo
Cuz i’m a star

Byeoreun gongjeonhago an meomchwo
12nyeon gyoyug baeun geon
Don manhi beoneun jigjangganeun beob
Da geuleohge baewonohgo waedeul anin cheog

Nach ganjireoun gamseonggasa
Ttawina ppalji tto
Neonecheoreomeun anbakkwieo
Yeonggugnalssido yehh
Gyesugicheoreom count up
Na honjaseo yeogil Starcheoreom balghyeo

I’m A Shooting Star
Yes i’m shootin’
Hang a shining star on seoul city
Hwanhage balghyeo bich bich bich bi bi bich bich
Bich bich bich bi bi bich

Bichnaneun byeol
I’m not fallin’
Became a shooting star in seoul city
Hwanhage balghyeo bich bich bich bi bi bich bich
Bich bich bich bi bi bich bich

Starneun ppeodeo haneul nopi
Neowaneun dareun neolbi
Meos naneun hyeongdeuri nal gareuchyeottgie
Nan gaeuichi anha like lady gaga
Chonnomdeul mollado naega jjeoneun geo
Jeogi ladies ara
Nae style

Jihyangi eojjeogo jeogeon jeojjeogo
Tto eotteongeoneun eojjaeseo geulaeseo
Naboda moshanyago
Dwitongsueneun kamelaga dallyeottnabwa
Naneun niga nae Crew yoghaneunge
Boyeo neobuteo jom jalhago

Wae hangugeul yoghamyeonseo
Hangug doneul beollahae
Onlain heojeobdeuri eobseottdeon
Nae opeulain
Heosdalil jipeo jeonbu
Eoreun malloneun eollaye
Goyard jeomwonhante ssainhan
Gaelleoria osgage

Haengbogi ppeoggage hae
Gajja wae sokkanae
Geub anmajeum don’t talk to me
Neoman ppagchiji gyeoghage
Ni paeneul humchyeo
Munbanggu dodugboda deo
Nae yeongeo ileumeun goter
Nan deo gajilge manheo

Yeh jumeonineun deo keo bulk up
BBC tiga galyeobeorin louis buckle
Yeh clubui Lightercheoreom Light it up
Na honjaseo yeogil Starcheoreom balghyeo

I’m A Shooting Star
Yes i’m shootin’
Hang a shining star on seoul city
Hwanhage balghyeo bich bich bich bi bi bich bich
Bich bich bich bi bi bich

Bichnaneun byeol
I’m not fallin’
Became a shooting star in seoul city
Hwanhage balghyeo bich bich bich bi bi bich bich
Bich bich bich bi bi bich

I’m A Shooting Star
Yes i’m shootin’
Hang a shining star on seoul city
Hwanhage balghyeo bich bich bich bi bi bich bich
Bich bich bich bi bi bich

Bichnaneun byeol
I’m not fallin’
Became a shooting star in seoul city
Hwanhage balghyeo bich bich bich bi bi bich bich
Bich bich bich bi bi bich bich

Blakfish – Scotland’s Worst Invention Lyrics

I hate TV
Watch a film instead
Hundreds of channels
Still nothing on
Except for What Not To Wear
And now on, on Sky One
The Simpsons
I’ve seen this one

Previously on Lost
We’re going to watch fifteen minutes that you’ve already watched
And ’cause every episode’s exactly the same
We’re going to leave you on a cliffhanger again

Nothing on

I’m channel hopping but it seems to me there’s nothing that I want to watch
I feel like stopping but it’s easier to just sit and drop off

BBC, I see
MTV, I see
ABC, I see
ITV, I see

What’s with all these f**king soaps?
I want Ray Mears not Hollyoaks
You might think that I’m being blunt
But who seriously watches Bargain Hunt?
I don’t take note of what they say
‘Cause I look good naked anyway

I know, I know, I want it
I know I want it

Daytime TV makes me sick
And I’m sick of it
Go outside, ride a bike
Just do something

Stand by

AIDA HI SOHNI Lyrics and Video Song – Rohanpreet Singh

Ni tu aida hi sohni ae
Haaye jidda rehni ae
Gabru aashiq hunde ne
Jadon hass jeya paini ae

Ankhan de vich jaadu ae
Jivein koi noor ilahi
Kaali Versace paake
Kyon aini agg hai laayi
Taur de ki kehne haaye sohniyo
Nakhre reh gaye ne haaye sohniyo

Chori chori laini ae phullan toh khushboo
Dinde ne bhor gawaahi
Offer kinne din de aunde ne
Par tu na kehni ae
Ho tu aidda hi sohni ae
Haaye jidda rehni ae

Saadagi da rakheya chadhake rang roop
Te tu makeup to bina vi jaandi ae jach sohniye
Rang Kashmiri aaja vaala to rumani aa
Ajhe taur ton tu dindi ae Punjabi touch sohniye

Rang Kashmiri aaja vaala to rumani aa
Ajhe taur ton tu dindi ae Punjabi touch sohniye

Suit lakh lakh de paake kyun
Jaan mundeya di laine ae

Ho ni tu aida hi sohni ae
Haaye jidda rehni ae
Ho ni tu aida hi sohni ae
Haaye jidda rehni ae

Jitthe vi jaave tu jaave agg he lagaai
Jaave gabru tu maa sutte ni
Ik do ni poore panj week’an ton trending ae
BBC de chart utte ni

Beauty aala symbol ae
Tu taken ae jya single ae
Ha dass ja ni sanu kite kalli milke

Kehnde mundeya di killer ae
Tu husna di winner ae
Hatthan de vich taahi dil chakki firde

Par suneya main chori chori
Naam Kirat da laini ae
Ho ni tu aida hi sohni ae
Haaye jidda rehni ae
Ho ni tu aida hi sohni ae
Haaye jidda rehni ae

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk)
What’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom)
Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah)
Then where you going? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leeching (fuck ’em)
Touring with some bitches (bitches)
FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
So soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white)
1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid
If she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful
Suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies
Catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie
I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man, [?]
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shaking on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead letting her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never getting rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you selling me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you telling me?
I ain’t playing with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid
I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleeping on her
I just said she just caught me snoozing
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci
Light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you busting like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Duran Duran – Too Much Information (Album Version)

[Chorus]
Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen
To sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Verse 1]
Hey TV child look into my eyes
Here by intervention I want your attention
Promotion boy in a suit and tie
He wants you to use it
You’re too shot to loose it
It’s pumping down the cable
Like never seen before
A cola (condom) manufacturer is sponsoring the war
Here comes the news with love from me to you

[Chorus]
Destroyed by ABC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen
To sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Verse 2]
Turn on the tube
Hits you with the groove
Advertizing music
We want you to choose it
These teeth are white trainers ultra bright
This band is perfect just don’t scratch the surface
We covered all the angles
The survey people said
Just put us on the cover we’ll be smiling anyway
This video was made with love to you

[Chorus]
Destroyed by BBC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen to
Sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Chorus]
Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen to
Sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Chorus]
Dialate your mind [x3]
Got to give it to me
Got to listen to me
Got to give in to me
Now I’m on the
I try……

Aidonia Hits Mainstream British Market Now Turns To Africa



Enjoying arguably the best year of his career, dancehall star Aidonia appears to be on a resolute path to conquer new terrains amid broadening his musical horizon.

Back from a three-week stint in Europe where he connected with new and existing fans while reaffirming his brand. The 4th Genna boss has now turned his attention to Africa, a growing market for Reggae and Dancehall that has the potential to eclipse Reggae-havens Europe and Japan in the foreseeable future.

With his sight firmly fixed on the Motherland, Aidonia late last week released a collaborative effort titled ‘My Queen’ featuring Ghanian superstar Shatta Wale. Recorded in New York City the Platinum Kids/Calli B produced single will be featured on their upcoming EP titled ‘Platinum Kids and Friends’ which is set for release later this year.

“In recent times I have been making a greater impact internationally especially in North America,” Aidonia said. “I just got back from Europe and the support was overwhelming. So now we are looking into other markets where we can expand brand Aidonia and Africa is nicely poised. They have been calling for some time now so we are finally answering that call. This collaboration with Shatta Wale is just the first of several major projects in the work for the rest of the quarter.”

Also on the international front, the ‘Banga’ hitmaker continues to soar with his latest club anthem “Yeah Yeah” which on Friday (September 1) was added to mainstream radio in Britain. The single was annexed to the ‘B-List’ of BBC 1Xtra’s Playlist which means the track will now enjoy premium day-time rotation alongside the likes of A-listers such as Drake, Rihanna, Jay-Z, Beyonce, 21 Savage, Rick Ross, Cardi B, Busta Rhymes, French Montana among others. A feat accomplished by only a select group of Jamaican acts. A seemingly elated Aidonia said he was pleased with the revelation,

“The song has been doing extremely well but the news of its addition to BBC caught me totally by surprise,” the 4th Genna deejay added. I was made aware by a member of my management team and I just want to say a big thank you to everyone including the fans who were integral in making this happen.”

Locally, Aidonia wrapped up a pair of exhilarating performances at the just concluded Smirnoff IMAGE and the Pepsi Refresh Tour finale. The deejay his now back in the studio working on several upcoming audio and visual releases for the festive season.

Private Lives – Moon Machines (No Future Album)

I can still remember
The last time we played on Top Gear
And though each little song
Was less than three minutes long
Mike squeezed a solo in… somehow
And although we like our longer tunes
It seemed polite to cut them down
To little bits – they might be hits
Who gives an… after all?
Tell me how would you feel
In the place of John Peel?
You just can’t please
All of the musicians all the time
Playing now is lovely
Here in the BBC
We’re free to play almost as long and as loud
As a jazz group, or an orchestra on Radio Three
There are dancehalls and theatres
With acoustics worse than here
Not forgetting the extra facilities
Such as the tea machine, just along the corridor
So to all our mates like Kevin
Caravan, the old Pink Floyd
Allow me to recommend ‘Top Gear’
Despite its extraordinary name
Yes, playing, playing now is lovely
Here in the BBC
We’re free to play almost as long and as loud
As the foreign language classes… and the John Cage interview…
And the jazz groups… and the orchestras on Radio 3
Pop stars drink each others’ wine
Plough each others’ earth
Hoping for companionship
And then perhaps rebirth
Plant seeds in fresher plots of earth
Bound up in concepts and dreams
And fears of worse things to come
They never do
They stay the same
Music-making still
Performs a normal function
Background noise for people
Eating and talking and drinking and smoking
That’s all right by us
Don’t think that we’re complaining
After all it’s only leisure time, isn’t it?
I could almost sing this song
In a nice tone of voice
If I had to, I’d be glad to
It’s awfully nice to be here
So let’s open the beers and get tipsy
We’d be mad to
But if you sound refined
You just can’t blow the mind of a kiddy
Or a young lady
And if you come from the sun
You just can’t fool a mum into thinking
That you’re alright, really
So before this feeling dies
Remember, I could be telling lies
Now, I love your eyes
See how the time flies
I think it’s so great
You seem to change your fate
By working and playing
Something new in every way
Can be yours in a day
But I wonder what I’m really saying
So just before this feeling dies
Remember I may be telling lies
Falsehoods
White lies
Adverts
Idle chat
Banter
Half-truths
Rumours
And just lies, plain lies…
I shan’t say…
One more word…
So instead… I’ll play drums…

Curren$y – Been Real

[Intro]
Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
Hustle not a scam
Struggle of a man
Tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke…

[Verse 1]
Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
A hustle not a scam
This the struggle of a man tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke feeling when you listen to it
Only trueness if ever I spoke
It was a million dollar quote if ever I wrote
Papered up, but i’m still feeling broke
Ran 100 miles still got plenty more to go
Terrace overlooking the seashore
Left side of my walk-in closet look like the BBC store
Lifestyle goals, this is something you should reach for
High as the stars because we on my nigga
Drug dealer cars we gettin’ country club homes we living
Looking like a PGA champion
Crib made out, I’m stoned in the governor’s mansion
Tryna put a little dope in the game
Put some pure in your veins
Help you maintain and stay sane
Sharpen yo knives and carve your own lane
Never let that money make you change
A Gangster gets his money and remains

[Hook]
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
You don’t know how that shit feel
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
That ain’t how you niggas live
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
You don’t know how this shit
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
That ain’t how you niggas live

[Verse 2]
Outside the chicken spot in that Starship Rolls
With the kamikaze doors
Discussin the hard from the last score
As the world revolves slow
We livin fast, runnin through that cash
Cause any minute can be our last
So we live it up, pop a bottle lift your glass
This is us, the team that never switched up
To the script, memorized that bitch
Y’all was tryna be too slick
You end up lying in shit
See this a dog eat dog world
You get fleas you get bit
Tryna live free in the streets, might get hit
This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
To survive and surpass all the shit
Ferraris and a bad bitch, pillow-top mattress
Daydreamin about paper advancement
Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
The result is the boss smokin gas, mashin
On the interstate blazin’ reminiscin laughin
Smilin at all memories, even the bad ones
Cause at least we had em
Some of us made it, some of us immortalized in murals
Lookin to the pavement
Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
I shed a tear with my top down it was rainin

Unh..

[Hook]
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
You don’t know how that shit feel
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
That ain’t how you niggas live
I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
You don’t know how this shit feel
That ain’t how you niggas live

Curren$y – Who Styled Ya Lyrics

From now on let’s just keep everything
Yup
Spitta
Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
Thou shall not front on real shit
Or he’ll face a thousand deaths from this the spit vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make bitches legs open like Lambo doors
Up, out
Nigga rich the first season BBC, I’m Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick ordering food she can’t pronounce
Uh
Eat in mama, let it stick to your ribs
But no pics, tell your friends ’bout the shit that we did
Cause I can’t have no evidence of me hanging with other chicks
Floating around, wify trying to fight me on some Springer shit
Its Curren$y or you can call me Mr. Clean kicks
My day job consists of business first
The video games, bong hits, and pulling skirts
Vacationing, month long trips, scamper the earth
I’m trying to find what N.E.R.D. was in search of
Was it love?
Not sure
But I know that your man Hot Spitta
Ain’t one of those niggas who
Don’t know how to dress so they swagger jack Jigga
Wait to see him on stage with it
Then they internet shopping till they get it
Huh
I saw the same thing happen to me
Niggas laughed at my steez, now they’re wearing DCs
Fashion misfits, I’m fashion gifted
You niggas Boo-boo, find Yogi, crash a picnic
Spitta
Yeah