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Everybody – Logic lyrics

Lyrics Logic – Everybody

Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the f*ck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothaf*ckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act.

Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin’ runnin’ round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin’ like the man
Run, mothaf*cka, run
Before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn!
Everybody know you ain’t about it
Everything you talk about I know I can live without it
Red light, stop. Green light, go!
Everything ain’t what it seem like
Mothaf*cka I know!
Hold up, what you mean, where you been?
Bitch I been in versuri-lyrics.info
This is merely the beginning again
What you been living in?
A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis?
Looking for something to complete us
And maybe lead us, f*ck an elitist
Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us
Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
And I wish I could erase that, face facts.

Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybodyyy people, everybodyyy bleed, everybody need something
Everybodyyy love, everybodyyy know.

I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness
God as my witness, I’m with this
But on the real I think I need another witness!
If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn’t change a thing
Light skin mothaf*cka certified as a house nigga
Well I’ll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It’s like the devil playin spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege!
Man what the f*ck is that?
White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin with his toys
I should be ashamed to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black or the white
I don’t give a f*ck, praise God, I could see the light
Everybody talkin’ ’bout race this, race that
Wish I could erase that, face facts.

Everybodyyy people, everybody bleed, everybodyyy need something
Everybodyyy love, everybodyyy know, how it go
Everybodyyy people, everybodyyy bleed, everybodyyy need something
Everybodyyy love, everybodyyy know.

Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the f*ck back down
Seem like everybodyyy nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothaf*ckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to acttt.
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I pray for my enemies – Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – I pray for my enemies

I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessey
Boujee b*tch with pornstar tendencies
I put her on a plane to come and visit me
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave
Already know my haters sick of me
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s.

I just left the trap, pulled up at her house
Now she in my lap, no panties under blouse
She say ‘hol’ up’, she want me watch her make it clap
You used to have a nigga she met me and pulled him out
You see a real trap nigga, b*tch on the map
I saw my first 100 pounds of weed and said ‘wow’
A 100 mill in ten years, now I’m thinkin’ right now
The last three years my main dawg been on the run
My lil’ nigga right here with me, he just made bond
She used to hold my palm, yes she my day one
And she f*ck me good ever since day one.

I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessey
Boujee b*tch with pornstar tendencies
I put her on a plane to come and visit me
Got time for her to go back, she don’t want to leave
Already know my haters sick of me
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s.

I pray for my opps, my diamonds hopscotch
I feel like I’m in the movie Belly and I’m Ox
Just pulled up at the spot
Now look what I just got
I wake up in the morning and go buy my young nigga a drop
RIP J Money, free all my niggas on lock
They tried to do me like they did Kennedy
I ain’t mad at cha, I pray for my enemies
I learned how to weigh up dope, takin’ chemistry
2017 Dolph made history
All this f*cking swag on me came from Italy
I been doin’ this shit y’all niggas remember me.

I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessey
Boujee b*tch with pornstar tendencies
I put her on a plane to come and visit me
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave
Already know my haters sick of me
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’sss.
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GNASH – Stargazing lyrics

I’ll make plans for us
I haven’t met you yet
I’m just laying here, gazing into the future
And I can’t wait for it

I was thinking
We can take a drive
We can take a ride
Get a little high
We can stay the night
On the hood of my car, dancing under the stars
Thinking ’bout who we are in the light of the dark
These constellations are confirmations
Then my constipations has been worth it’s wait and go
I can’t wait until we’re gone but until then we’re

Stargazing
Stargazing
We’re stargazing
Stargazing….
At the same stars tonight

I’ll make plans for us
I haven’t met you yet
I’m just laying here, gazing into the future

(And I can’t wait for it…)

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KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

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LUDACRIS – Vitamin D lyrics

Aw yeah, yeah!
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda….

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it

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THOMAS RHETT – Craving You lyrics

Every time we have to say goodbye
I’m counting down until we say hello
Every touch is like the strongest drug
I don’t know how much longer I can go…

I never had something that I can’t walk away from
But, girl, my self-control’s so paralyzed
When it comes to you, no, I ain’t got no patience
There’s something ’bout you girl I just can’t fight

You’re like that cigarette
That shot of 100 proof
No matter how much I get
I’m always craving
That feeling when we kiss
The way your body moves
No matter how much I get
I’m always craving you
Craving you…

All the in-between is killing me
You know I come unglued from missing you
Sunset eyes, no, I don’t have to try
Because you know exactly what to do

I never had something that I can’t walk away from (walk away from)
But, girl, my self-control’s so paralyzed
When it comes to you, no, I ain’t got no patience (I ain’t got no patience)
There’s something ’bout you I just can’t fight

You’re like that cigarette
That shot of 100 proof
No matter how much I get
I’m always craving
That feeling when we kiss
The way your body moves
No matter how much I get
I’m always craving you
Craving you

I’m always craving you
Craving you
Craving you

Every time we have to say goodbye
I’m counting down until we say hello
Every touch is like the strongest drug
I don’t know how much longer I can go

(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
You’re like that cigarette
That shot of 100 proof
No matter how much I get
I’m always craving
That feeling when we kiss
The way your body moves
No matter how much I get
I’m always craving you, yeah
Craving you

Craving you
I’m craving you baby
I’m craving you

(I’m craving you babe…)

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MARY J BLIGE – Love Yourself lyrics

It’s been a long way, but I made it here with love
I made it here with love, love
Said I’ve been and up and down and I’ve been through it all
Took a while to know my heart
Oh, yes, it did, yeah
Before love like this, you go
Through the fire and valley lows
But if you just hold on
Please hold on ’cause love is strong, it’ll save yah
Oh, please hold on, it’ll save yah, save yah…

Truth can be the sweetest pain
It can mess up everything
It’s the only way you know
I’m payin’ for it, I’m changin’ for it
Oh, oh, and it hurts
But I’ll make it work
‘Cause I’m no beginner
I’m a winner, paid dues, I know my purpose

Thought they’d put my life on hold
But I knew somethin’ they didn’t know
I know myself too much to ever fold
Dark clouds are movin’ past you

Oh, you gotta love yourself
If you really wanna be with someone else
You gotta feed yourself
Before you feed somebody else
You gotta stay open, and don’t be foolish
‘Cause everybody don’t mean you well
You gotta love yourself
Before you love somebody else

Yeah, gotta love yourself
Uh, you know what I’m sayin’?

I decided not to use my color as a handicap
He a designer, artist, producer, and he rap
Never found virtue from patience
In a dark room just pacin’
Precious time is just wastin’
You do not know what we facin’
I cannot be complacent
In my job, be courageous
Another kid just got shot
They can’t find the assailant
Made it out of the basement
Made it out of the underground
From a time where you outta town
They might gun you down, blaow
There goes another round, blaow
There goes another round
Came from the Chi and wow, look what the fuck they found
A young legend, comin’ to shut the summer down
You need to talk to me like you don’t when your mother ’round

Oh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah
If you really wanna be with someone else
You gotta feed yourself
Before you feed somebody else
You gotta stay open, and don’t be foolish
‘Cause everybody don’t mean you well
You gotta love yourself
You gotta love yourself
Before you love somebody else

I don’t feel no one’s time
Can’t get restless in the soul
Hold your heart, the world is cold
Keep singin’, don’t you stop prayin’, woman
Yeah, it will come to pass
Don’t worry ’bout nothin’
God knows that you’re worth it
You deserve it, can’t nothin’ else hurt you

Thought they’d put my life on hold
But I knew somethin’ they didn’t know
I know myself too much to ever fold
Dark clouds are movin’ past you

Oh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah
If you really wanna be with someone else
You gotta feed yourself
Before you feed somebody else
You gotta stay open, and don’t be foolish
‘Cause everybody don’t mean you well
You gotta love yourself
You gotta love yourself
Before you love somebody else
(Somebody else…)

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BLEACHERS – Don’t Take The Money lyrics

Somebody broke me once
Love was a currency
A shimmering balance act
I think that I laughed at that
And I saw your face in hands
Coloured in sun and then
I think I understand
Will I understand?

Will we fight, stay up late
In my dreams, on the blink
Different side of the bed
Roll your eyes, shave my head
Now we’re stuck in the storm
We were born to ignore
And all I got is a chance to just sit
([?] and you got me runaway)

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever’s all I want
Don’t take the money
Don’t take the money

I slept on my own those nights
Was still in my parents house
And I cut off my t-shirt sleeves
And claim a new continent
‘Til I saw your face in hands
Coloured in sun and then
I think I understand
Will I understand?

Will we fight, stay up late
In my dreams, on the blink
Different side of the bed
Roll your eyes, shake my head
Now we’re stuck in the storm
We were born to ignore
And all I got is a chance to just sit
([?] and you got me runaway)

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever’s all I want
Don’t take the money
Don’t take the money
([?] and you got me runaway)

You steal the air out of my lungs you make me feel
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever’s all I want
Don’t take the money
Don’t take the money
([?] and you got me runaway)

When you’re looking at your shadow
Standing on the edge of yourself
Praying on the darkness
Just don’t take the money
Dreaming of an easy
Waking up without wake now
And you’re looking at the heartless
Just don’t take the money

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever’s all I want
Don’t take the money
Don’t take the money

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pay for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever’s all I want
Don’t take the money
Don’t take the money

Just don’t take the money
Just don’t take the money
Just don’t take the money
Just don’t take the money

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NELLY FURTADO – Palaces lyrics

It could take a little
It could take a little time
But I think we’ll get it right
If this life is only
Only real when it hurts
But I think that we’ll survive
Survive…

We’ve built palaces
Imagining everything we want but can’t have
Real life ain’t so fantastic
What do you mean we could have had everything?
And now that this dream’s palaces deceiving
We could have it all without the price that we paid
We could have it all without the shames
The palaces made

Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love
Into loveless
Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love

It could take a little
It could take a little
But this life could be so blessed
If we keep it simple
Say no to the madness
And take care of the rest, the rest

We’ve built palaces
Imagining everything we want but can’t have
Real life ain’t so fantastic
What do you mean we could have had everything?
And now that this dream’s palaces deceiving

Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love
Into loveless
Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love

We built palaces but palaces fade
But we still say
We’ve built palaces
Imagining everything we want but can’t have
Real life ain’t so fantastic

Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love
Into loveless
Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love
Into loveless
Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love
Into loveless
Break free from the chains
Break free from the chains
Into love
Into love

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Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ma ambitions as a rider nigga
Survival off that powder nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can’t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer nigga
Blinded and misguided nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
Im on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
Im living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all’a my friends
I ride with that white white juice
Like fight night we be weighin’ in
P.D is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian Yah
Spent my last 200 thou’ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a 99 GS 300 fresh up on the Highway with the higher power How you wan’ it
First these hoes don’t wan’t it Now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment

I-I-I be kickin’ shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope .
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like how we gotta feel this pain in this friends family dope
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke
I must evoke these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes
Thats why I ride with that white white just like fight night we be weighin’ in
Please VS my pieces 20 karat Jesus save me
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou’ on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a ’99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power how you want it
First these hoes don’t wan’t it Now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama sayd I live next door to death cause’ I live in the moment

I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I peel the 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
[?] drop by nuts before these cabbage hands do damage nigga
[?] from the clip leave you stiff
[?] nigga
Me and my chips
Trying to give me ten I beat a case so it’s gon’ be okay
Fresh up on the Highway with the higher power How you wan’ it
Mama say I live next door to the death cuz I live in the moment
To live in the moment
(x3)
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’m living in the moment
(x3)

Yah
Kane baby
[?]

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, hold this shit, cold shit
Scar across my face strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets you know my pops ain’t never taught me shit
‘Cept for [?] you gon’ be solo in your coffin bitch
Walkin’ home from work my .44 pulled up when I’m walking bitch
Old folks out the church say he need Jesus that boy off a bit
Preacher’s daughter said I’ll let you fuck it just might cost a bit
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
[?] prenup you can’t divorce a lie
[?] electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don’t blow your money young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders Yah

Yah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape you ain’t think I knew that shit though I knew that shit though

[Verse 3]
Quarter brick, half a brick, hold this shit, cold shit
Drove a 65 brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Coco searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they picked you up don’t call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don’t trump unless you sold it down
Swat team break they cut the water off can’t flush the toilet down.
454 my motor down got green got dough got yola now ..
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This life isn’t there for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got bitches up with their tooties out..
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit getting visa money _
Y’all don’t knock it I just do the [?]
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

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Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer
Amen

Glory be to God
What’s happening pimps
It is I the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I’m talking about?
It’s your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy

Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man
Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan’t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry creme brulee man

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Fifth Harmony – Red (Taylor Swift cover) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ally & Normani]
Loving him is like driving a new Maserati
Down a dead-end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin
Ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind
Once you’re already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn, so bright
Just before they lose it all

[Chorus: All & Lauren]
Losing him was blue like I’d never known
Missing him was dark grey, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red, red, red
But loving him was red, red, red
But loving him was red, red, red, red, red, red

[Verse 2: Camila & Dinah]
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted
Was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing
All the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword
And realizing there’s no right answer
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out
That love could be that strong

[Chorus: All & Lauren]
Losing him was blue like I’d never known
Missing him was dark grey, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red, red, red
But loving him was red, red, red
Oohhh burning red, red, red, red, red, red

[Bridge: Camila & Normani & (Lauren) & Dinah & All]
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
(Tell myself it’s time now), gotta let go
{But moving on from} him is impossible
When I still see it all in {my head}

[Chorus: Lauren & All & Ally]
Losing him was blue like I’d never known
Missing him was dark grey, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red, red, red (was red)
But loving him was red, red, red (was red)
But loving him was red, red, red, red, red, red (red red)

[Outro: Ally & All]
Loving him is like driving a new Maserati
Down a dead-end street

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Asher Roth – Wu Financial Lyrics

[Intro: Asher Roth]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Ayo styles upon styles upon style upon styles
Ain’t seen a blond this hot since Barb Wire
Since Limewire been downloading illegally
Ain’t bought a CD since like 2003
Nah everything’s speeding
Gravity in 3D
Many think we cheated and beat it with Game Genie
PlayStation triple play ’98
New York Yanks, San Diego Padres
Nowadays everybody on a X-Box
Generation X triple H trying to X pop
Let’s smoke pot while we guessing who’s the next Pac
Best top, left breast, save it for the desktop
Rest stop while the truckers getting liquorish
Hard to give a fuck when you barely even give a shit
Look at me I’m egotist
Sipping on that regal piss
Doing shit illegal, get a giggle, hearing people bitch

[Verse 2]
[?] put a slight bend in my bill
Black grand national turn and twisting my wheel
[?] full clip when I steer
The Helly Hansen bubble fitted case it’s chilly in here
Rest in peace Uncle Phil, the big willy, the wheel of fortune
The real deal bruh’s really doing numbers
Posion [?] with the Air Max [?] summer
The ’97 Hummer
[?]
[?] the deck though
On the set though

[Verse 3: Asher Roth]
You get no respect hoe
Presto, bless the Pats without Bledsoe
This was ’94 bet that I’d be signed to Death Row
Flying in the [?] jet though
Best rolled, sip red cup with [?]

[Verse 4]
Man this how it’s about to go down
My yayo in a snow mound
I swan dived into it, the time bomb [?]
[?] make you wanna keep [?]
To rip into your ass if you think about some action
Splash ’em
Baby Busch Garden at the crib
Keep the lemur in the living room
I know where you live nigga
You ain’t even got no WiFi
[?] Willy Wonka
Pocket down Diddy in the middle of his concert
While lifting up some titties so big they make my arms hurt
Finally Fantasy update on the X-Box 3
Take a hour and a half, take a shower and a bath
And a walk around the park and the shits still ain’t stop yet
Anniversary boxset edition I got
Cost 11 hundred dollars and I’m missing some shit

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Kodak Black – Conscience Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Blee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Verse 2: Future]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it’s the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
Murder by the stains, we stain your claim
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil’ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ’cause she ain’t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ’cause she ain’t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ’cause I’m a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
Rack my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I’m credit card swipin’ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin’ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, they be missin’ me
So I be posted on the straw
I don’t even care about how much cash I see
I’m always gon’ be in the know
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
I’m sorry mom to bring you through so much pain
I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
Ayy fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin’ paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid

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YG – Pop It, Shake It Lyrics

[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, “Baby did you leave ya man home?”
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

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Logic – Everybody Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act

[Verse 1]
Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin’ runnin’ round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin’ like the man
Run, mothafucka, run
Before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn!
Everybody know you ain’t about it
Everything you talk about I know I can live without it
Red light, stop. Green light, go!
Everything ain’t what it seem like
Mothafucka I know!
Hold up, what you mean, where you been?
Bitch I been in
This is merely the beginning again
What you been living in?
A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis?
Looking for something to complete us
And maybe lead us, fuck an elitist
Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us
Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
And I wish I could erase that, face facts

[Chorus]
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know

[Verse 2]
I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness
God as my witness, I’m with this
But on the real I think I need another witness!
If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn’t change a thing
Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga
Well I’ll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It’s like the devil playin spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege!
Man what the fuck is that?
White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin with his toys
I should be ashamed to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black or the white
I don’t give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light
Everybody talkin’ ’bout race this, race that
Wish I could erase that, face facts

[Chorus]
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know

[Outro]
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act

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Kodak Black – Patty Cake Lyrics

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this car? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ have a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on [?]
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

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Kodak Black – Top Off Benz Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Get the Hermes on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

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Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

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Kodak Black – Off the Land Lyrics

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live my life, when you hear my songs you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I’m booted up, ain’t talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I’m sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I’m fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

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Kodak Black – Save You Lyrics

[Intro]
Hold me down
Hold me down, hold me down
Just hold me down
Hold me down
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

[Verse 1]
I’m scared to show you how I feel
I ain’t got no heart, but you the one that make me feel
How you would you take it, if I show you how I feel
It’s somethin’ bout you, I ain’t even know that I could feel
Say you ain’t the one, but I’m rocking with you still
Ain’t about the sex, girl we could Netflix, we could chill
I’m here to stay, I love you like you my kid
And by the way, I want you to have my kid
My homie told me no, baby girl I’m gonna save her
I think they might be right, I’m just gon’ regret it later
Money over bitches, but girl I love you like the paper
Cause when you with me, I don’t even want to get no paper

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Verse 2]
I stopped hanging with my homies, ain’t listen to ’em
They tried to tell me you wasn’t for me, ain’t listen to ’em
That you my motherfucking one, you got me whipped
And I done chased you like the month
I like the way you walk, like the way you flip your hair
Too easy to give up wanna show you that I care
I’ma treat you like my shooter, me and you girl we’re a pair
I’ma treat you like my food, baby I don’t wanna share, you
Make me forget that I’m a jit
Cause baby when I’m witcha
I don’t even think about the streets
And when I’m witcha
I don’t even wanna hear no beats
And if you leaving
I don’t even know how I’ma breath

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

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Kodak Black – Corrlinks and JPay Lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ blinds but I’m blowin’ Mary Jane
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, gotta let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope locker
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just say, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that bitch, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the groud
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
Them fuckin’ niggas eatin’ zoon zoons and waaa waa
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy totin Black you a profit, nigga
Come here, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

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Little Mix – No More Sad Songs (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

I keep trying, nothing’s working
I still wanna know, if you’re alone
I keep trying to put this behind me
I still wanna know who’s taking you home
For tonight, I’m going to get my mind off it
Don’t care that someone’s got his hands all over my body
Stay out all night, go where the music is loud
So I don’t have to think about it, I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play no more sad songs
Dancing with danger, talking to strangers
Don’t care where I go, just can’t be alone
They’ll never know me, like you used to know me, no
For tonight, I’m going to get my mind off it
Don’t care that someone’s got his hands all over my body
Stay out all night, go where the music is loud
So I don’t have to think about it, I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
Going home, take the long way round
Lights pass, sit back with the windows down
Still got you on my mind
Starting to realise
No matter what I do
I will only hurt myself, tryna hurt you
And if I turn the music loud, just to drown you out
I’m beggin’, please don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
No more sad songs

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Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

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Cam’ron – 10,000 Miles (feat. Sen City)

[Intro]
Lookin’ up out my Benz
Killa Cam nah nah nah
Killa Cam nah nah nah

[Verse 1]
I need to say sorry, y’all already knew it
But my pride won’t let me do it though
Heard that, it’s pride, won’t let me do it though
Best girl in the world, I might’ve blew it
Like the small condom, I’ll get through it though
I’ll get through it though
Heard that, we can do it though
I cheated, another one in the books for me
She clean, roll weed, and cook for me
Ain’t hear from the kids, she would look for me
Now she so mad that she won’t even look at me
Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta
Tried to bring you gifts, she said, "You ain’t Santa"
I’m just showin’ manners, she reachin’ for the hammer
She ain’t got ears, they replaced with antennas
Hard to believe I messed trust up
No good or bad, just tough luck
I looked her in the eyes like, "I fucked up"
Gripped up, my life had to monetize
Made mistakes, I apologize
Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that
Some dudes relate, I want my baby back
I tell you a million times, I’m sorry
Wild life right here, no safari
I’m dressed up, I ‘fess up
I messed up bad…

[Chorus]
Later on that night, I bought a kilo
To sell it or sniff it, man I don’t know
‘Cause I got pulled over by po-po
Oh no-o-o-o-o-o

[Verse 2]
Day-to-day life dealin’ with reality
Lawyer got me off on a technicality
All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory
Nothin’ left but increase my salary
Uh, now money is the focus
Hustlin’ president, POTUS
Anything else right now is bogus
Real estate opened up, I gave notice
Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus
Blue magic though, hokus pokus
They forgot that my dope’s the dopest
Made a mil’ in one week, yeah it’s poppin’
Retail therapy, out shoppin’
Pulled off the lot, top droppin’
No legs on the car, but it’s boppin’
Speakers in the door, so it’s knockin’
I got all the keys, so I’m locked in
Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran
And I’m off the rebound, Rodman
Woo! Let’s get this money, baby
Let’s get this money, baby
Ain’t nothin’ funny, baby
La-la-la-la-la

[Chorus]
Later on that night, I laid in my bed
Them birds was chirpin’, so I’m countin’ up bread
But I can’t get her up out my head
Oh man… damn
Later on that night, I laid in my bed
Them birds was chirpin’, so I’m countin’ up bread
But I can’t get her up out my head
Oh man… damn

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Cold War Kids – Restless

[Verse 1]
People wonder, people talk
We’re supposed to settle down
How we ever got this far
Without our feet touching the ground
What time is it now where you are?
We follow beats with different drums
We’re looking at the same stars
It is a talent staying young

[Pre-Chorus 1]
So why you think we both
Run around in circles
Walk through fire
Nothing hurts us

[Chorus]
Every mountain you climb takes you further away
All the (?) a lifetime, every day
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless
Now you’re wired and you’re tired
There is never a break
You only come alive at the thrill of the chase
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless

[Verse 2]
Try to keep it all up in the air
You ruin it when you ask why
You know it’s not that I don’t care
I don’t get jealous, I get free
Everything good comes back to me
It seems like wherever you are
Is just a better place to be

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So why you think we both
Run around in circles
Will you meet me
In the middle?

[Chorus]
Every mountain you climb takes you further away
All the (?) a lifetime, every day
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless
Now you’re wired and you’re tired
There is never a break
You only come alive at the thrill of the chase
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless

[Bridge]
We already know the ending
When the credits roll down slow
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
To you

[Chorus]
Every mountain you climb takes you further away
All the (?) a lifetime, every day
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless
Now you’re wired and you’re tired
There is never a break
You only come alive at the thrill of the chase
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless

[Outro]
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
(Restless, restless, I feel restless)
I’ll hurry back (restless)
I’ll hurry (restless) back
(I feel) I’ll hurry (restless) back
I feel restless
Restless, restless

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Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

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Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy

[Hook: Wizkid]
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

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The Maine – Do You Remember? (The Other Half Of 23)

[Verse 1]
Do you remember
The other half of twenty three?
All lit up together
Full of guts and dopamine
Invincible or so it seemed

[Chorus]
Do you remember
The days we were golden
We would surrender
To just letting go
For worse or for better
Far from pretenders
We said forever
Forever ago
Do you remember?

[Verse 2]
Do you remember
Oh the bayside
Out on rockaway in June?
We’d leave the lonesome heat behind
For better weather
Sneaking out
And getting stoned
A time or two
Thought we were clever
But I know they knew

[Chorus]
Do you remember
The days we were golden
We would surrender
To just letting go
For worse or for better
Far from pretenders
We said forever
Forever ago
Do you remember?

[Bridge]
Well do you remember
Oh the bayside
Out on rockaway in June?
Yeah on the coast where we got stoned
A time or two
Had a toast
To all the hopeful things we’d do
Well do you
Do you remember?

[Chorus]
Do you remember
The days we were golden
We would surrender
To just letting go
For worse or for better
Far from pretenders
We said forever
Forever ago
Do you remember?

[Outro]
Tell me, baby
Oh, do you?

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LOGIC – Everybody

[Intro]
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act

[Verse 1]
Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin’ runnin’ round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin’ like the man
Run, mothafucka, run
Before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn!
Everybody know you ain’t about it
Everything you talk about I know I can live without it
Red light, stop. Green light, go!
Everything ain’t what it seem like
Mothafucka I know!
Hold up, what you mean, where you been?
Bitch I been in
This is merely the beginning again
What you been living in?
A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis?
Looking for something to complete us
And maybe lead us, fuck an elitist
Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us
Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
And I wish I could erase that, face facts

[Chorus]
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know

[Verse 2]
I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness
God as my witness, I’m with this
But on the real I think I need another witness!
If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn’t change a thing
Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga
Well I’ll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It’s like the devil playin spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege!
Man what the fuck is that?
White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin with his toys
I should be ashamed to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black or the white
I don’t give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light
Everybody talkin’ ’bout race this, race that
Wish I could erase that, face facts

[Chorus]
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know

[Outro]
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act

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JMSN – Where Do U Go

[Verse 1]
Every time you leave me baby
I said every time you go
I wonder if you’re comin’ back to see me
I wonder where you go (yeah)
Maybe it’s my mind that deceives me
Thinking you out havin’ fun with someone else
Maybe my insecurities feed me
Maybe I just need some help

[Chorus]
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
‘Cause there’s only so much I can do to not think of you (woah)
I said where do you go (where do you go)

[Verse 2]
Woah, every time I’m with you baby
I don’t even look at the clock
But then my mind does a full 180
When you hit that door and start to walk away
Maybe it’s the way God made me
Maybe it’s just a mental block
All I know is I’m gon’ be waiting
But the deadbolt don’t block, oh oh

[Chorus]
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
‘Cause there’s only so much I can do to keep me from thinking of you (woah)
I said where do you go (where do you go)

[Bridge]
Woah, where do you go
Woah, where do you go

[Verse 3]
Wonder if you miss me, ’cause I can never tell
Play the game so well, so I guess I’ll take the L
Wonder what you’re thinking
I’m trying not to dwell
Got me under your spell
Keep wondering where do you go

[Chorus]
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
Woah (woah) where do you go (where do you go)
‘Cause there’s only so much I can do to not think of you (woah)
I said where do you go (where do you go)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh