Song Name – Mixed Emotions
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign

Check out MIXED EMOTIONS Song Lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign

Ayy-ayy, yeah, poppin’ all these Addies, now I’m popped
She think I’m fallin’ in love ’cause we fuck a lot
Two baddies in the stu’, they tryna f*ck right now
I been locked in, it’s time to get in touch right now
So hard to find a lady I could trust right now
Mixed emotions, mi-mixed emotions
I got mixed emotions

And I don’t know how to feel (How to feel)
Shit I’m going through been gettin’ real (Gettin’ real)
Shit I’m going through’ll make you kill (Make you kill)
Shit I’m going through, I need a pill (Need a pill), someone pop my seal
And the only girl I loved fell in love with somebody else (‘Body else)
And every time that I’m sober, I feel like I’m not myself (Not myself)
My new girl got me forgin’ my signature on the love letter
I swear I tried to right by you, but she’s just better

Ayy-ayy, yeah, poppin’ all these Addies, now I’m popped, huh
She think I’m fallin’ in love ’cause we fuck a lot
Two baddies in the stu’, they tryna fuck right now
I been locked in, it’s time to get in touch right now
So hard to find a lady I could trust right now
Mi-mixed emotions, mi-mixed emotions
I got mixed emotions

All of these flights, all of these drugs, it be hard to judge (Judge)
It’s in my blood, oh, you tired, even though I’m not (Though I’m not)
Packin’ the drop, flippin’ the switch, God got ’em stealin’ they shots (Sweet)
Yeah, yeah (Sweet, sweet)
Certified T, certified P, I make that apparent (Certified T)
Fuck around in that jeep that make me apparent (Apparent)
Advice to your mama, don’t go be a Karen (Mama), yeah (Yeah)
All of this cash, all of your friends, go and whip to Sharon (Cash)
The stress I’m carryin’, this Brabus truck got extra bearings (Bearings)
This cup I’m sippin’ got me playin’ truth or dare (Truth or dare, let’s go)
All of the slates in my place, got these niggas starin’ (Starin’, yeah)
Seven to the face, I ain’t even carin’ (I ain’t even carin’)
Certified T, certified P, I make that apparent
I’m a dog, doin’ it raw, know I’m movin’ outlaw

There’s gotta be some common ground (Common ground)
Used to get the run-around
That was why you never come around (Come around)
Frontin’ like you ain’t the only reason that I come in town
Readin’ through your captions make me wonder who you subbin’ now (Subbin’ now, subbin’ now)

Yeah, I been on the run, she said, “What am I runnin’ from?”
Please don’t make me get vulnerable when I’m off the rum
She made me go to church with her just to give me head
I mean, I still feel her essence underneath my fingernails, yeah
That pussy voodoo, I just wish she use a different spell
All those emotions, now my name come up, you act like it don’t ring a bell
And I don’t know how to feel, all those, yeah

Ayy-ayy, yeah, poppin’ all these Addies, now I’m popped (Oh, yeah)
She think I’m fallin’ in love ’cause we f*ck a lot
Two baddies in the stu’, they tryna f*ck right now (F*ck right now, oh, yeah)
I been locked in, it’s time to get in touch right now (Touch right now)
So hard to find a lady I could trust right now
Mi-mixed emotions, mi-mixed emotions
I got mixed emotions, yeah

Thirty, fifty, four hundred, an ocean
Four hundred, an ocean
What do you know?
Mixed emotions (Yeah)

Song Name – Say It
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign

Check out SAY IT Song Lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign

Is it enough for me to say it?
To say that I will never leave you now?

(Is it enough?)
Come get a bag with me (Hey)
Cancel your plans for me
Girl, I will slide for you (Slide)
Yeah, you’d do the same for me
I pull out the stick (Phew, phew)
It’s not the same to me
Show me that

It’s a vibe, just get in that Ghost
Gone new shoppin’, doin’ the most
In this trunk, get lit with them toes
Push you down, I’m finna reload
S*x so good, she want me to smack her
Took my T-shirt, put it on backwards
“Is it real?” I asked her
Popped a pill, she dancin’
All them splits, she throw that ass, it got me nervous
Way she makin’ love on me, I think it’s so perfect
Dialed in with a demon in the surface
I’ll buy you anything, that p*ssy worth it

(Is it enough?)
Come get a bag with me (Hey)
Cancel your plans for me
Girl, I will slide for you (Slide)
Yeah, you’d do the same for me
I pull out the stick (Phew, phew)
It’s not the same to me
Show me that, show me that, show me that

It’s not enough for you to say it
You know I need to see it
It’s not enough for you to say it
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)

Yeah, I bussed up my b*tch (Yeah)
I just put thirty points on my wrist
Hey, ballin’ like Shaq, no assist (Yeah)
I be feelin’ like y’all don’t exist
So much money, this shit don’t make sense
So much money, this shit don’t make— (Woo)
So much money, I’m sick and demented (Yeah)
Had to fuck on my ho at the BRITs (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas count up that shit, they gon’ drench
Take her shoppin’, she throwin’ a fit

Make a video, throw in her rent
Invite you, I’m ready to spin
I’m tryna be more than friends
Baby, you’re gorgeous
My shawty geeked off the meds
Let’s go to the back, there by the pole and let’s get T’d up
Can’t nobody ask me what I’m throwin’, bitch, I’m B’d up
Can’t no clearance stop my shit from going up, I’m E’d up
Bad bih’, put your feet up, you can let your seat up
They tryna f*ck my whole release up
Switch the whole regime up

Say it one more time
Say it one more time (Yeah)
For me, yeah, yeah
You know how to read my mind (Ooh)

Song Name – December 31st
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign

Check out December 31st Song lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign

Yeah, Flacko don’t do TikTok, I’m perpetual
Uh-uh, I’m too tip-top shake, I’m sick, need Theraflu
I fly this b*tch out, she do what I tell her to
She bi and flexible, she tri-s*xual
Try to rob me, I’ma turn that boy into a vegetable
Dollar signs in my name, Ty Dolla’s, yeah, we gang
Seen this b*tch from back in the day, I don’t even remember the name
She said, “Boy, you ain’t age,” she said, “Boy, you ain’t changed”
Baby face, baby face, baby, but my name ain’t Ray
Ray-Bans on my f*ckin’ frames, Ray Charles, I don’t see a thing
Caught a body, ‘nother body, upped it, throw it on the f*ckin’ stage
My shooter need a f*ckin’ raise, I’m Caesar, m*therf*ck a fade
I just need a razor blade, eat your face and say my grace
Go home, then I burn some sage, I’m tryna to pray my sins away

(Liquor shots, liquor shots)
December 31st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots)
In January 1st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots)
December 31st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots; Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish—)
In January 1st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots)
Liquor shot, liquor shot
Tommy gon’ finish ’em off

Reload (Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’—), reload
Reload (Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish—), reload
Reload (Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’—), reload
Reload (Tommy gon’ finish ’em off; Liquor shots, liquor shots), reload

F*cking that B’ for love of this D’
Slammin’ these hoes, ain’t rocking no Rick
Just hit the road, I’m tryna get rich
What’s that on my clothes? I spent your rent
Ha-ha-ha, your b*tch, she all up on doin’ tricks
She wanna go get frisked, your diamonds ain’t shinin’ like this
You’re mad, you’re pissed, you tried, you missed
My niggas ready to spin

Reload (Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’—), reload
Reload (Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish—), reload
Reload (Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’—), reload
Reload (Tommy gon’ finish ’em off)

Tommy gon’ finish, yeah, huh, ha, huh, yeah, huh
Look at my b*tches, she ball, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Your b*tch look at you soft, huh, yeah, she get it right wrong, huh
Bitch not right or wrong, huh, huh, [?], huh
You niggas is falling off, huh, my car’s bigger than y’alls
B*tch-ass nigga on— uh, wait, I tried sippin’ on raws, yeah
Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish— yeah
Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish ’em off
Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish— yeah
Tommy gon’— Tommy gon’ finish ’em off, huh, ah

Song Name – SMILE BODY PRETTY FACE
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign

Check out SMILE BODY PRETTY FACE (feat. Kodak Black & YG) by Ty Dolla $ign

I need to know
If you’re for sure
And I need to know

I was broke and slidin’ in the same tee
You was there when nobody believed in me
Down bad, I didn’t have a plan B, no plan B
But you stayed and treated me like family
Pull up, but you so classy with it, with it
Never fold, never switch, never cap, you didn’t
Even when I wanted to run the streets, you never gave up on me

We makin’ the same mistakes, bae
We both takin’ turns to say sorry (I need to know)
You love me, I love your feng shui
Say, “Stop it, you killin’ me, papi” (If you’re for sure)
I get lost when I’m in your face (I need to know)
I forget sometimes what to say
Your smile, your body, your pretty face
Let me f*ck you, baby
Your smile (Your smile), your body, your pretty face
Let me f*ck you, baby

You the type to make the whole room get jealous
Niggas don’t belong in your presence
Big flex, you ain’t even try hard
Black card, if we talkin’ face card
You the wave, whole city know your name
Them hoes be jealous of your frame
Brag different when I say that’s mine
She don’t even need a dollar sign
No-oh-oh, I love a bitch that got it out the mud
The only one to f*ck me like a drug
Transparency, that’s how I know it’s love
I pick you up when you sad
I give you somethin’ you never had
You know I ain’t tryna go to sleep mad, oh-oh

We makin’ the same mistakes, bae
We both takin’ turns to say sorry (I need to know)
You love me, I love your feng shui
Say, “Stop it, you killin’ me, papi” (If you’re for sure)
I get lost when I’m in your face (I need to know)
I forget sometimes what to say
Your smile, your body, your pretty face
Let me f*ck you, baby
Your smile (Your smile), your body, your pretty face (4-4Hunnid)
Let me f*ck you, baby

One shot, two shots full
I’m drunk off Don Julio (I need to know)
Goddamn, girl, you fine, for sure
I’m tryna put my tongue in your booty hole (Sure)
Foolie, I know, should’ve met you sober
Excuse me and my aggressive composure (I need to know)
I told the homies, “I’m on her”
That pussy mine, I’m the owner
I only act like this when I like her
Trick a lil’ bit’, I’m tryna buy her
Milli’ on the ring if I wife her
Put them legs behind your head like I’m finna change that diaper
She know I don’t hit women
She told me, “Hit it from the back,” you think I wouldn’t?
Lickin’ all the spots he said he couldn’t
Bareback in that cat even though I shouldn’t

We makin’ the same mistakes, bae (Ayy, ayy)
We both takin’ turns to say sorry (Ayy, 4Hun’)
You love me, I love your feng shui
Say, “Stop it, you killin’ me, papi” (If you’re for sure)
I get lost when I’m in your face (I need to know)
I forget sometimes what to say
Your smile, your body, your pretty face
Let me f*ck you, baby
Your smile (Your smile), your body, your pretty face
Let me fuck you, baby

Everyone needs a you (Everyone needs a you)
Everyone needs a you (Everyone needs a you)
Everyone needs a you (Needs a you; A girl like you)
Everyone needs a you (Need somebody like you)

Song Name – Can’t Be Fucked with
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign

Check out CAN’T BE F*CKED WITH Song Lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign

All the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the strippers in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in, all the hoes in, all the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the strippers in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in, all the hoes in, all the hoes in the club go ratchet

Thirty mil’ up
Hopped off the porch and I ran it up
EZMNY overstand these niggas not us
I can’t remember when, thesе bitches ain’t give a damn
Hundred points up on thе scoreboard, can’t even count the wins
Tycoon talk, the money is sent
Ain’t on my level, then we can’t be friends
You ain’t my b*tch if you ain’t a ten
Pretty lil’ b*tch be twisting my ends
Jump in that water, I swim with the sharks
Signed a new artist and he goin’ hard (Yeah)
You wasn’t there from the start

We was laid up in the dark
Nobody lent a hand
Now a nigga got a plan
Now a nigga thinkin’ smart
Do this shit for the fam’
Grateful I took a chance
What would you do for a chance?
A chance to be a Tycoon
What would you do for a chance?

Woah, woah, woah
All the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the strippers in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in, all the hoes in, all the hoes in the club go ratchet

Pull up bumpin’ Jodeci
Too lit, I can’t go to sleep
Hundred racks all over me (Yeah)
Codeine cup is bittersweet
Blew a ticket in a week
Hundred racks all over me (Yeah)

Can’t be f*cked with, can’t be f*cked with
Can’t be f*cked with, can’t be f*cked with
Can’t be f*cked with, can’t be f*cked with
Can’t be f*cked with, can’t be f*cked with

Cash keep falling, no receipts
Push the foreign with no keys
All my sins, they on repeat
But the more they set me free
Poppin’ pills, she barely eat
Heart’s so cold, I’m in these streets
I can’t go, I keep my peace
Still too rich to ever weep
Countin’ bands, I’m never cheap
I fuck her once then let her leave
Can’t be laid with my enemies
Said she wish it was ten of me

Song Name – Dont Kill The Party
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign

Check out DON’T KILL THE PARTY Song Lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign

(I-I-I—)
Turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah (I-I-I—)

Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the– don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear she wet for me
When I push up, I part the seas

Callin’ my b*tches and get ’em undressed
I’m tryna see who pussy the best
I’m tryna see who love me the most
Who gon’ get wet when she give me the throat?
F*ck a good girl, I need me a ho
I know she in clubs, shе love the show
She wanna bе free, you cuffed the ho
She hate her nigga, she love the bros (Huh, huh)
I know that talking is cheap
Let’s just get right to the beef
Niggas ain’t watching they hoes
I put ’em through the sheets
Know we outside, it ain’t hard to see
Just like graffiti, we right in the streets
Brand-new body, do you still got receipts? (Hoo, hoo)

Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear she wet for me (Yeah)
When I push up, I part the seas (Yeah, Quavo)

Ooh, she got an attitude
With an ass on her, please pardon me (She bad)
Ooh, she got some hips on her
When she walk past me, it’s a sight to see (Goddamn)
It’s a lil’ ecstasy, just pace yourself respectfully (G6)
She said, “It’s the s*x for me”
Quavo got the bad b*tch recipe (Uh)
I’m finna make me a b*tch (B*tch)
Then I’ma make me a clone (Clone)
She liked to get geeked with E.T. (Get geeked)
She ain’t never makin’ it home (She gone)
Lil’ freak turned to a leech, I’m outside peelin’ your bitch off me (Pull it)
She stuck on that pint, she a fiend (Fiend)
I pulled out my mic then she screamed (Ah)

She way too geeked
Come get your girl off me (Come get her)
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the– (Woo)
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me (Go)
She swear she wet for me
When I push up, I part the seas (Yeah, ho)

Man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up
M-man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up
M-man I’m geeked up, m-man I’m geeked up
M-man I’m geeked up, man I’m geeked up

Song name – Home
Singer – Eddie Benjamin, Shawn Mendes

Check out HOME Song Lyrics by Eddie Benjamin, Shawn Mendes

I wanna fall into your collar
It makes the world a little smaller
I like to feel it for a moment, yeah
But can we leave the door cracked open?

Can I open up myself?
Got a scar from someone else
Can I open up myself?

‘Cause it’s when you
Touch me and never
Judge me, it takes me
Right back home
And though I’m scared of
Chasing you
Scared of erasing you
What do I want from you?
Home

I have this reoccurring dream
You build a life with someone elsе
I swear, I want you to be happy
Hell, I want that for mysеlf

Is it hard to let you go?
Such a long and painful road
What I keep with me the most

Oh, it’s how you
Love me and how you
Trust me, you always
Feel like home
Though I’m scared of
Chasing you, scared of
Erasing you
It’s time to let you go
Home

You’ve got that touch, you’ve got a way
Of making everything okay
You’ve got that face that I relate
To feeling comfort, feeling safe
When I don’t have a place to go
My love, it’s you that takes me home
My love, it’s you that takes me home
My love, it’s you that takes me home

That’s why I’m scared of
Chasing you, scared of
Erasing you
It’s time to let you go

Song Name – Wild Guess
Singer – Ruel

Check out Wild Guess Song Lyrics by Ruel

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Something’s feeling different than before
You don’t wanna lay it on the floor
I wonder why you treat me like a chore
I’m not so sure, yeah
But I’m taking a wild guess
You’re slipping away from me

It’s been a wild ride
But I won’t be your baby anymore
Oh, out in the wild west
You can keep what you take from me
I wish you a nice life
Now I won’t be your baby anymore (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I think you’ll be better off alone

You won’t be the one I’m crying for
You’ll be bored, we’ll be back
You’ll remember why you left
Back and forth, hours spent
And I really couldn’t tell you what for
You never told me what for
But I’m taking a wild guess
You were slipping away from me
It’s been a wild ride
But I won’t be your baby anymore (baby anymore)
Oh, out in the wild west

You can keep what you take from me
Now I wish you a nice life
Now I won’t be your baby anymore
Oh, I wish you a nice life
But I won’t be your baby anymore, oh, oh
Yeah, I wish you a nice life
But I won’t be your baby anymore
Won’t be your baby anymore
Won’t be your baby anymore (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Song Name – Aura Farming
Singer: Zahrah S Khan
Music: Tanishk Bagchi
Lyrics: Zahrah S Khan
Music Label: T-Series

Check out Aura Farming Song Lyrics by Zahrah S Khan

Jab beat bajega,
Toh raja naachega
Toh bohot lagega charming
Speed daba ke,
Thoda heat badha ke
Haathon se karega

Aura farming

Naachenge saare saath humare
Jab tu naachega yahan par
Itna bajega gaana humara
Denge kaleja phaad

Faila jo khabar tera
Dhadka dil yeh mera
Tune Insta pe aisa kaam kiya re

Eh eh eh eh… abey chal na!
One, two, three, go!

Jab beat bajega, toh raja naachega
Toh bohot lagega charming
Speed daba ke, thoda heat badha ke
Haathon se karega aura farming

Jab beat bajega, toh raja naachega
Toh bohot lagega charming
Speed daba ke, thoda heat badha ke
Haathon se karega

Aura farming