Going Under - song lyrics

Now I will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
I'm going under
Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again

I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again

I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through

So go on and scream 
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe I can't keep going under

God Only Knows - song lyrics

I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me?
God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me?

God only knows what I'd be without you 

Gold Digger - song lyrics

She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger 
But she ain't messin' wit no broke - bro 
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger 
But she ain't messin' wit no broke - bro 
Get down girl go ahead get down 
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead

Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you rock
I can tell by your charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a *** like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad *** to showbiz
Ok get ya kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
We all went to Den' and then I had to pay
If you messin' with this girl then you better be paid
You know why
It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Buster
My best friend say she use to mess with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say I still love her

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke - bro
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger 
But she ain't messin' wit no broke - bro 
Get down girl go ahead get down 
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead

18 years, 18 years
She got one of your kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on T.V. any given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was supposed to buy ya shorty Tyco with ya money
She went to the doctor got lipo with ya money
She walkin around lookin' like Michael with ya money
Should of got that insured got Geico for ya money
If you ain't no punk holla 'We Want Prenup'
It's something that you need to have
'Cause when she leave yo she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger 
But she ain't messin' wit no broke - bro 
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger 
But she ain't messin' wit no broke - bro 
Get down girl go ahead get down 
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead

Now I ain't sayin you a gold digger you got needs
You don't want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat and he can't pay yall can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But while y'all washin' watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
This week he moppin' floors next week it's the fries
So, stick by his side
I know his dude's ballin' but yea that's nice
And they gone keep callin'and tryin'
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo *** for a white girl

Get down girl go ahead get down 
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead get down
Get down girl go ahead

Goodies - song lyrics

My Goodies, my goodies, my goodies
Not my goodies!

I got a sick reputation for handlin broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more.
And in my rap 
Tell valet to bring my 'Lac
And I ain't comin back 
So you can put a car right there.
I'm the truth
And ain't got nothin' to prove.
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it.
Barracades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em.
Throw all the dirt you want it's no use.
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you too.
Ha Ha 
You know how I do..

You may look at me and think that I'm 
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl.
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for:
Sexy, independent, down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it.

I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies 
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

Just because you drive a Benz
I'm not goin home with you.
You won't get no nookie or the cookies 
I'm no rookie.
And still I'm
Sexy, independent 
I ain't wit' it so you already know.
I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it
You think you're slick 
Tryna hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not bein too dramatic it's just how I gotta have it

So damn hot but so young.
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shawty
You think you bad but you ain't bad 
I'll show you what bad is.
Bad is when you capable of beatin' the baddest.
I been workin' at it since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet but I'm gettin' better at it.
Matter of fact, 
Lemme tell it to you one mo' again
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey!)
Ain't naa chick in here dat I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam!

You're insinuating that I'm hot 
But these goodies boy are not
Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top.
No you can't call me later
And I don't want your number.
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play I'm callin'.

Uh...Yeah...Uh...Yeah Uh Uh Uh

Yeh moh moh ke dhaage - Dum Laga Ke Haisha | Guitar Chords and Tabs with Strumming pattern

Strumming Pattern

DDU UDU 

D A G D
D A#m A D

hmmm hmm moh moh 
hmm hmm 

D           A 
Yeh moh moh ke dhaage
G                   D
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
D           A 
Yeh moh moh ke dhaage
G                   D
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
D              A
Koi toh toh na laage
G  		   D
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe
D            A#m
Hai rom rom iktaaraaa
D            A#m
Hai rom rom iktaara
A                       D
Jo baadalon mein se guzre h

[Chorus] 
D           A 
Yeh moh moh ke dhaage
G                   D
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
D              A
Koi toh toh na laage
G  		   D
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe

[Verse] 
D                    A               D
Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna
D                    A               D
Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna
D     A             G            D
Kaise tune ankahaa, tune ankahaa sab suna
D                    A               D
Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna
 
D              G
Tu din sa hai, main raat
   D       A                    D
Aa na dono mil jaayein shaamon ki tarah
 
D           A 
Yeh moh moh ke dhaage
G                   D
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
D              A
Koi toh toh na laage
G  		   D
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe

D           	      A            D
Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle toh na tha
D                     A            D
Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle toh na tha
D                   A
Chitthiyon ko jaise mil gaya
G                   D
Jaise ek naya sa pata
D                     A            D
Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle toh na tha
 
 
D              G
Khaali rahein, hum aankh moond jaayein
A                  D
Pahunche kahin toh bewajah
 

D           A 
Yeh moh moh ke dhaage
G                   D
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
D              A
Koi toh toh na laage
G  		   D
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe