All the Times Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani Couldn’t Stop Gushing Over Each Other

Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani are still going strong!

The couple, who started dating back in Nov. 2015, recently spent spring break with her three kids in Blake’s home state of Oklahoma. Since the start of their relationship over two years ago, Gwen and Blake have been very candid about their love for one another.

Earlier this week, Gwen addressed wedding rumors with Ellen DeGeneres, sharing that she thinks about marriage “all the time.”

“You know, what? I love weddings. The kids love him. We love him. Everybody loves him,” Gwen gushed about the singer. She then added, “He is lovable!”

How Stephen and Ayesha Curry Have Defied the Basketball Couple Curse and Make Their Marriage Work

With baby No. 3 on the way and a possible third NBA championship on the horizon, life feels pretty darn charmed right now for Stephen and Ayesha Curry.

And that’s no small feat in and of itself.

Considering all the Basketball Wives who are no longer, or never were, wives of basketball stars, and all the drama that seems to cling to NBA players’ personal lives like so much lint, the heartwarming story of Steph Curry and his wife of almost seven years is one to be savored.

But let’s get one thing straight first.

Lil Wayne – Hercules Lyrics

[Intro]
*lighter flick*
Aye

[Verse 1]
I’m a lover, not a fighter, I can’t find my lighter
My house is five stories, I don’t tell ’em, I don’t write ’em
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright, I’mma need a sun visor
187 make your bitch run my errands
At the bar with the Dracula, ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord, this view is amazing
If I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
People under the stairs, better not fuck with my feet
I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach?
Niggas biting my style, hope it gets stuck in their teeth
I been had the green light, now please don’t jump in the street
Se la vi, oui oui oui, watch me french kiss the sky
Then ask, “What is that smell?” That’s the shit on my mind
I don’t like you, or niggas like you
And Nino Brown’s still my motherfucking idol
Keep a brown rifle for niggas like you
Kill you in a drive-thru, then go viral
Ooh, I don’t like you and niggas like you
And Nino Brown’s still my idol
The Glock 17 is still a minor I’ll kill you over something minor
I get at you, night Twighlight whine like a wine-o, high like a high-note
Go at your head like a rhino, leave your shit bloody red like albino
I’m a nigga with a title, care less bout’ a nigga title
I’m entitled and get homicidal
Wild as El Chapo, wild as Al Qaeda
Stuntin’ on my rivals upon arrival
Numbers aren’t liars, I am number one
I am on one
I am on ten stuntin’ on twelve
I keep it a hunnid
Oh Lord!

[Chorus]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Mercy me, mercy me
Mercy me, mercy me
Have mercy on them Tunechi
Nigga please, nigga please
You heard em’ scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Get pleased whenever I please
Hercules, hercules

[Verse 2]
I’m twisting up the kush, Sticky Fingaz like Onyx
Throwing up gang signs, you can see em’ all in my vomit
I’m sleeping with the enemy, in bulletproof pajamas
I’m cool like that, but the climate is climbing
I got issues bigger than you, I got bitches taller than me
All that ratchet and bougie, I guess I like R&B
I’m unapologetic, I’m sorry for not being sorry
These niggas don’t know I’m talking about real stories
I need benadryl for my trigger finger
Bad bitches for my homeboys
The grass is greener on the other side
I’m focused on my own yard
Focused on getting more dough
Twisting up like tonsils
Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell, then I’d be a snowman
My bitch is a soldier, fuck me GI Joe-Ann
They thought I ain’t had no chance
I took the dice and rolled them
I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder
Ahhhh!

[Chorus 2]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
You heard em’ scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Nigga please, nigga please
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules

[Verse 3]
They worship me certainly
Purple lean, purple weed
Percocet, pericyazine
Search a scene, search a dean
Search a bling, ching ching
Search the queen
Search her purse, search her clean
Search his turf, search his team
Search the sleeve, check for wings
First, I curse, then I squeeze
They say they lit? where the steam?
Let em’ live, let em’ breathe
Let em’ live, let em’ breathe?
Nigga please, nigga please

[Chorus 3]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder team, murder team
We murder teams, murder teams
Lil Tunechi picked out the rock like
Hercules, Hercules
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad go hard
No fake, no fraud
We don’t [?] nor pause
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad on Mars
And you don’t make enough noise
No cape, no sawdust
Still go Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Mercy me, mercy me
Rest In Peace Mercy D
My grandmother nurtured me
And that’s who you bout’ to meet
All ya’ll versus me
All ya’ll verses sweet
Nothing but desserts to me, and Hercules got to eat
All ya’ll take a seat
My Hercules got to speak
Cause all y’all ’bout to bring
The Hercules out of me
Keep playing

Saturday Savings: Mila Kunis’ On-Sale Dress Is for Lazy, Sunny Days

Mila Kunis‘ dress is just what we need for spring.

Although the floral print makes it an adorable choice, it’s the loose-hanging, flattering fit that has us swooning. The Rails Romee Dress features a deep-V neckline, cinched waist and short hemline, which makes it breathable for warm weather. However, if there’s a slight breeze, the star’s choice pairs well with a leather jacket or oversized cardigan.

The mom of two finished her look with a small clutch and oxfords. The size of her bag and footwear choice makes this outfit optimal for running errands or having brunch with your friends. It’s spring-appropriate, pretty, easy to wear and comfortable.

Young Thug – Now Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yea, Thugger, 21
Let’s get it
Hold on, hold on, hold on

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Real bitch, talk on my kids (woah)
Baby, put your tongue on my dick (woah)
I put ice on my kids (woah)
I put red in my drink (woah)
Act’ got here with my medicine (woah)
Nigga pop, drip, we wet (woah)
Man I got some ice on my ankle (woah)
Fuck around, gon’ ‘head, slit it (woah)
It was heavy smoke in my chest (woah)
Might jeopardize my checks (woah)
I’m ’bout to pop another X (woah)
Then I’ma fuck on my ex (woah)
And I’m gon’ pour my syrup (woah)
Not my Act’, just red (woah)
And I hit him on the dick (woah)
Think he ’bout to keep my check (woah)
Green diamonds, on me like piss
I just got a new Kel-Tec
And it don’t come with no kick
And I came up from nothin’
Louis Vuitton my neck
High end clothes on deck
Let ’em all read my text

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah (21)
Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
Bums chasin’ crumbs, yeah, yeah
Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah
Fuck her on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah
Got a draco in traffic, ah yeah
I just left Magic, throwin’ ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
I’m with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin’ (21, 21)
These rappers jumpin’ dick to dick and we laughin’ (on God)
Come and get your baby mama, this bitch a maggot (21, 21)
Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage (yeah)
Thinkin’ ’bout pullin’ Savage’s card, you must be on acid (yeah)
Cheap ass shots got her feelin’ like plastic (21)
My earrings cost more than a nigga life savin’ (cash)
Fuck a weddin’ ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

Maty Noyes – Let Myself Trust You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A broken heart is kinda hard to measure
And I was always on the hunt for shelter
But I never gave nobody all of me
I’m sorry for all sisters that hurt you
But to be honest boy, I’m so glad they did
Cause now you’re mine and I’m not gonna hurt you
And that’s the realest thing I’ve said
And I’d do it all again just to have more time with you

[Pre-Chorus]
We gave it all, we loved, we fall with grace
They’re all lessons learned
I wouldn’t take a thing back yeah
Cause it brought you here to me
You’re the only one I choose
And if we fall at least we gave it everything
It can’t only be always bad as it can be
And after all it done to me

[Chorus]
I’m just gonna let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you

[Verse 2]
Say that we make it to eighty
You won’t leave me when we’re forty
For somebody who is twenty
And if we make it to eighty
We’ll be back to wearing diapers
This thing we all call life hurts
But I’d do it all again just to have more time with you

[Pre-Chorus]
We gave it all, we loved, we fall with grace
They’re all lessons learned
I wouldn’t take a thing back yeah
Cause it brought you here to me
You’re the only one I choose
And if we fall at least we gave it everything
It can’t only be always bad as it can be
And after all it done to me

[Chorus]
I’m just gonna let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you

Hey Khloe Kardashian, Cardi B Has Some Relationship Advice for You

Khloe Kardashian‘s week has certainly been a roller coaster of emotion, but leave it to none other than Cardi B to offer up some sage words of advice for the Keeping Up With the Kardashians star.

Earlier today, the rapper—who is still riding high from her debut album release a week ago—stopped by Big Boy’s Neighborhood radio show when she was asked about the rumors surrounding KoKo’s relationship with Tristan Thompson.

Earlier this week, The Daily Mail published photos and video that purported to show the NBA athlete kissing a woman in a New York City rooftop bar, PH-D Lounge, on Saturday before a game the following Monday.

Princess Nokia – Little Angel Lyrics

[Bridge]
Little boy with your glitter on, full of life and full of love
Tell a joke and I’d laugh along
Little boy with your glitter on, play a song and I’d sing along
Makeup done and your high heels on
And tell the world you didn’t give a fuck
No regrets doin’ what you want
Give ‘em hell and you had your fun
And now you’re gone, and I miss you, friend
I’ll celebrate and I’ll play pretend
Because I know I will see you again

[Chorus]
Little angel, what more else can I do
Little angel, there was so much to do

[Verse]
Golden boy with your golden hair, you ran around without a care
Your sister called and she needs you here
Golden boy with your golden hair, you ran around without a care
Your sister called and she needs you here
And we all miss you
We all miss you
God, we really miss you
We all miss you

[Chorus]
Little angel, what more else can I do
Little angel, there was so much to do

[Bridge]
Little boy with your glitter on, full of life and full of love
Tell a joke and I’d laugh along
Little boy with your glitter on, play a song and I’d sing along
Makeup done and your high heels on
And tell the world you didn’t give a fuck
No regret doing what you want
Give ‘em hell and you had your fun
And now you’re gone, and I miss you, friend
I’ll celebrate and I’ll play pretend
Because I know I will see you again

Princess Nokia – At the Top Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fuck a co-sign, doing mine, I was made to shine
Lights so bright, little bitch, and I could make you blind
Don’t nobody care in this world, everything is cold
Like my heart in the morgue, everything’s a tag a toe
I ain’t suckin’ dick for no play, must be out your mind
Gettin’ on my knees, tryna please, must be suicide
We won’t get along ’cause it’s wrong, I’m not tryna change
They would do you dirty in a hurry [?]
I don’t want your clout or a pic that’s a fuckin’ joke
Some make me sick with the shit that they tryna smoke
You can play pretend with your friends that I ain’t the shit
You can keep ignorin’ all the facts and what I really did
You can try to front all my life that I came up
Million off a mixtape, that’s a fact and I don’t need to front
People think I’m wack, but they suckin’ dick
The money I’m gettin’ makes everyone sick

[Chorus]
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt

[Verse 2]
I don’t front for the ‘Gram, this is just who I am
I don’t ride on no wave, I don’t tag on no plan
I don’t fuck for no clout, I don’t beg for no man
I don’t care about fame, I just care about bands
I came out of the mud and I smile ’cause I can
People look down on me, on account who I am
And they point and they judge, they do not understand
And they talking on me but I don’t give a damn
Back to back tour, even more, I’m a superstar
Throwin’ shots at me, bitch please, I see everything
Only problem now is your grind make you look weak
I am fuckin’ grown, ain’t no little girl in the street
I’m nice to all, I don’t gotta beef
I just want the bag, and you can have the street

[Chorus]
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt

Young Thug – Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

Yung Gravy – Knockout Lyrics

[Intro]
Gravy!
Ay ay ay ay ay
Gravy train nature boy Ric Flair pop shit
Think I’m Randy Savage when I hit you with that drop kick

[Chorus]
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out

[Verse 1]
Ay bitch gravy back in business
Flexin on your mama till its motherfucking Christmas
I could take your bitch while I’m wearing all Gap
I could walk into your label take a nap
And still get racks
Dr. J fuck your sister everyday (ay)
I just beat your dad 5 times in croquet (ay ay)
Gravy don’t play (bitch)
Cook up a fucking fillet (bitch)
I had a coochie buffet
Back where I stay shit was gourmet (bitch)
Yung Gravity I come and pull your bitch (pull your bitch)
Your mama’s fantasy I come and scratch that itch (scratch that itch)
You a blasphemy if you be talking shit (talking shit)
Yung Catastrophe, landslide on your bitch (Woah)

[Chorus]
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out

[Verse 2]
Bitch, it’s Mr. Clean, call me Dr. Pristine
When I walk across the water make it steam
I got water, I got trees, I got salsa, I got steeze
When I walk up in the building everyone get on they knees
Gravy make you feel like you off of the narcotics
When you really at your crib sipping Bombay with the tonic
Whenever I start talking, man that shit sounds so harmonic
Jumped through your bitch quick, think I’m fucking Sonic
Icicle mentality
Southern hospitality
Your sister’s ass got a lack of proportionality
Hit it anyway despite the impracticality
Gravy come through finesse your home, municipality

[Chorus]
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out