Indigo Swing – My Baby Just Cares For Me Lyrics

My baby don’t care for clothes
My baby don’t care for shows
My baby cares for me
My baby don’t care for cars and races
My baby don’t care for, he don’t care for high toned places
Brad Pitt is not his style
Jennifer Aniston’s smile
Is somethin’ he can’t see
My baby don’t care who knows
My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don’t care for shows
And he don’t even care for clothes
My baby cares for me
My baby don’t care for cars and races
My baby don’t care for, he don’t care for high toned places
George Clooney is not his style
Even Queen Latifah’s smile
Is something he can’t see
My baby don’t care, who knows
My baby just cares for
He just says he cares for
My baby just cares for me
That’s it

Mir Fontane – Wanni Wag Lyrics (feat. Ish Williams)

[Intro: Mir Fontane]
Just pass me the rock
I’m going score
I promise you
Fontane, yeah, uh, ayy

[Chorus: Mir Fontane & Ish Williams]
Might pop a hundred tags (Yeah)
Might blow a hundred bags (Yeah)
Might drop a hundred for nothing (Yeah)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
Niggas be blocking the kid
But I ain’t got time for that (Splash)
Might pop a hundred tags (Yeah)
Might blow a hundred bags (Yeah)
Might drop a hundred for nothing
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
Niggas be blocking the kid
But I ain’t got time for that (Go up)

[Verse 1: Ish Williams & Mir Fontane]
I might make a hundred shots (Shots)
My flow on hundred bricks (Bricks)
Pop me a couple tabs (Tabs)
Feel like hundred trips (Trips)
Keep it 100 Ish (Yeah)
Them boys know I put them on (Okay)
Tryna get dough up out me (Yeah)
Nigga don’t call my phone (No, whoa)
Even though I’m Collingswood (Wood)
I pour up that Camden High (High)
I fade like I’m Wanni Wag (Wag)
My women ain’t scared of heights
I mean you know what I’m coming for (For)
Better have what I’m coming for you (Splash)
Got niggas off hundred xans (Xans)
If you sleep what you living for (Yeah)
I done heard a million things (Things)
They made about a million jokes (Jokes)
Tsunami describes this wave (Woo)
Ay Kehlani come blow this smoke (Woo)
I move like Achilles nigga (Woo)
Might arrive on 100 boats (Woo)
I’m cool like I’m Brad Pitt
I need a down bitch like ‘lina Jo
Or a down bitch like Scarlett Jo
I go hard like a spartan yo (Yeah)
Put your girl on my crew (Crew)
Showed her ’bout hundred moves (Moves)
Put your girl on my crew (Crew)
Showed her ’bout hundred moves (Moves)
Had her roll hundred Ls (Ls)
She know I don’t f**kin lose (Gang)
Swish

[Chorus: Mir Fontane & Ish Williams]
Might pop a hundred tags (Yeah)
Might blow a hundred bags (Yeah)
Might drop a hundred for nothing (Yeah)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
Niggas be blocking the kid
But I ain’t got time for that (Splash)
Might pop a hundred tags (Yeah)
Might blow a hundred bags (Yeah)
Might drop a hundred for nothing
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
Niggas be blocking the kid
But I ain’t got time for that (Go up)

[Verse 2: Mir Fontane & Ish Williams]
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Wag)
I sing like I’m Johnny Cash (Cash)
I might just hit it and dash (Yeah)
I might just pull up and splash (Splash)
All of these college recruits (Sploosh)
These niggas know I’m the truth (Sploosh)
The bitches jus’ like how I ball
The niggas respect how I shoot (Go up)
I just came up from the bottom (Bottom)
All of my niggas they ’bout it (‘Bout it)
I ain’t blow a hundred at Onyx (No)
I keep it a hundred I’m honest (You right)
My bitch show off in them jeans (Yeah)
Your bitch got low self-esteem (Still)
I put the team on my back (Back)
I don’t turn my back on my team (Yeah)
On the South side of Jersey (Yeah)
Hundred ones for my Jersey (Yeah)
None of you niggas can guard me (No)
You ain’t ready you ain’t worthy (No)
Smoke the loudest of loud
Weed sound like Charlie Murphy (Loud)
I been scoring like I’m Kobe
I been Macin like I’m Bernie (Yeah)
My bitches hella bad (Bad)
Your bitches hella bitches mad (Mad)
My chick look like Stacy dash (Damn)
And she like her money in paper bags (Damn)
Don’t play me close I’m too fast (Yeah)
But you know if I shoot it it’s cash (Swish)
Might drop a hundred for nothing (What?)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Go up)

[Chorus: Mir Fontane & Ish Williams]
Might pop a hundred tags (Yeah)
Might blow a hundred bags (Yeah)
Might drop a hundred for nothing (Yeah)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
Niggas be blocking the kid
But I ain’t got time for that (Splash)
Might pop a hundred tags (Yeah)
Might blow a hundred bags (Yeah)
Might drop a hundred for nothing
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
I ball like I’m Wanni Wag (Splash)
Niggas be blocking the kid
But I ain’t got time for that (Go up)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Brad Pitt’s Cousin lyrics

(feat. Xperience)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Slick shit man, that’s all we do
Hold up, little homie, let me talk my truth
Made an Instagram for my cat
And my cat doesn’t even rap
And got more followers than you
Hold up, let me get my cat a bar
She’s filthy, hey Cairo come here baby
(Meow) Now my cat’s more famous than you ever will be
I been hustling, you can’t tell me nothing
I’m Brad Pitt’s ugly cousin
But when you’re drunk at the wedding, still gon’ fuck him

[Hook: Xperience]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Bradley, he’s cuzo

[Post-Hook: Xperience]
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
You’re embarrassed huh?
I’m in Paris, bruh
You brought your whole crew
I’m with my parents, bruh
Every white dude in America went to the barber shop
“Give me the Macklemore haircut”
Australia, they heard of me
Germany, they heard of me
Japan, they heard of me
It’s a murder scene, you gon’ learn some things
My dick named Ron Burgundy
I’m bad news with a pan flute
In a plaid suit, no can do
No, uh uh, I don’t work for free
I used to smoke that purple weed
Sip a bunch of purple drink
That shit did not work for me
And now I just sip herbal tea
I’m posted at the swapmeet in a robe eating Church’s wings
So cold, so cold, no emergen-C

[Hook: Xperience]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Brad, Brad, Pitt

[Post-Hook: Xperience]
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Did it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing, I knelt
On my knees, said “God, please give me a deal”
And God texted me back
“Don’t be dumb, young man, gotta do it yourself”
It’s up to you to turn the pen into a machete
And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed
I treat the beat just like a pussy
And I eat it up and beat it up and leave it fucked
So you cannot compete with us
I’m weaving in and out of traffic
In the Cadillac, oh wait, is that us on the radio?
Wait, is that us on the radio?
It’s what I always dreamed of
Back when I had peach fuzz
Shoutout to the homie D
Who’s D? Deez nuts
I’m eating chicken wings and onions rings
If you’re wondering, yes, I does my thing
And another thing, no puppet strings
On the company, we sucker free
I ain’t trippin’ on what the public think
Ten thousand, we hustling
This shit didn’t happen overnight
This shit didn’t happen suddenly

[Hook: Xperience]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt

Straight Outta Junior High – Boner Lyrics

STRAIGHT OUTTA JUNIOR HIGH
Boner Lyrics

Got a boner
In class
Class is over but I got this boner yeah
Got a boner
Think fast
I’m the owner of a big old boner yeah

Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no

Got a boner
In class
Class is over and I got this boner yeah
She leans over
Bra strap
Teacher’s older but I got this boner yeah

Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard

Oh golly
What am I gonna do to get rid of my erection nate
I don’t know stu
Sounds like you got yourself in a pickle
I think we should think of things that aren’t hot
Like?

Baseball
Hockey
Janet Reno
In a speedo
Teletubbies
My sister naked, ew
Captain kangaroo
Uh…sperm whales!
Christina Aguilera
On top of Britney Spears
In a hot tub
In a hot tub
Catherine Zeta-Jones
Dental assistants
Women’s tennis
Brad Pitt!
What? Brad Pitt?
Yeah, didn’t you see Interview With A Vampire?
Didn’t ya?

Oh no! He’s got a boner again
Oh no! He’s got a boner again
Oh no! He’s got a boner again
Oh no! He’s got a boner again

Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much lyrics

I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius-you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

Yeah

You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon baby tell me-you must be jokin’, right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch now now
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much
Ah yeah yeah

Okay, so what do you think you’re Elvis or something…
Whatever
That don’t impress me

The Weeknd – Starboy (VEVO Presents Show At L.A. Hangar Studios) (Live)

I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin’ hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (On The Voice Season 11) (Live)

[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…

The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk)

[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…

Weeknd – Starboy lyrics

I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yeah
Main bitch out of your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean up with her face, man
I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me I don’t see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that roadster SV, ah
Pockets over weight getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king that’s a far cry
I come alive in the fall time I
No competition I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean up with her face, man
I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don’t see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall
Took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
Hundred on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love we just pray for cars

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean up with her face
Man I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don’t see your shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what you’ve done!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much

I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius
you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much

Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don’t impress me
That don’t impress me

The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (Starboy Album)

I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin’ hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (Lyric Video)

[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…

Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much letras

I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius
you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much

Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don’t impress me
That don’t impress me

The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (On SNL) (Live) letras

[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…

The Weeknd feat. Daft Punk – Starboy Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bi**h out your league too, ah
Side bi**h out of your league too, ah

(Pre Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 2)
Every day a ni**a try to test me, ah
Every day a ni**a try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

(Pre Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 3)
Let a ni**a Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

(Pre – Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy