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Lil Durk – Bora Bora Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act
[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police
[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act
[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…
[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

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DDG – Pontiac Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey Daryl, or should I call you DDG now that you’re all big and famous. I was actually listening to one of your songs the other day and, I just want to say that I’m proud of you and I just want to say that I’m proud of you, and I miss you and I love you. Maybe we can get together sometime and you know, and talk about us. You know you’ve really come a long way since pontiac

[Verse]
My ex girl got a Android with no service
Still buy my music anyway
Downloading off of google play
But was talking shit just the other day
Bora Bora for a few days
Hundred spent on the D’usse
They say DDG is the new wave
Made 100 bands in like two days
Rapper niggas on the same shit
Like a little bitch on the same dick
You broke you ain’t rich
You got no hoes that’s the same bitch
Went to visit at my old college
Looking hella glo with some good clout
Stayed there for like two days
And I realized why I dropped out
I’m the big homie at yo big homie
So don’t act stupid like you didn’t know me
Big bags and the big racks
That’s the big reason why she didn’t hoe me
Henny with me like I’m 21
But I’m only 20 but I’m still savage
Green mixed with a little blue
And a Loui wallet like some spoiled cabbage
You made like a hundred songs
And you mad as hell cuz they ain’t hit
Do a song with me and it’s my song
I’m a legend now I’m on my drake shit aye

[Hook]
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves
Out the yat with the moves
DDG with the moves
I done dropped out of school
Neck wet like a pool
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves

[Verse]
Roley cost your tuition
A little over out of state
Try to book me for a date
I need 40 out the gate
I got a lot on my plate
I’m just trying to stay great
Another show can’t wait
Sold out by eight
On the keyboard flexing
It don’t phase me at all
You not tough at all
I just make a few calls
Boss shit, boss shit
I just chill make hits
College classes not shit
Dropped out got rich

[Hook]
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves
Out the yat with the moves
DDG with the moves
I done dropped out of school
Neck wet like a pool
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves

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Mac McAnally – Zanzibar lyrics

Round and round the world I go
Like a man possessed
Systematically searching for
A certain girl in a little white dress
Bullet trains, boats and planes
Places she might be
Just one or two remain
To alphabetically, geographically, eliminate the possibilities

Zanzibar
People say I go too far
Chances are they’re right
But I don’t want to talk about it
Everywhere I looked before
She wasn’t there
So here we are
On the road to Zanzibar

This exotic life I lead
Strange as it may seem
To chase a girl around the world
Who might be real or maybe I dreamed
Tropic isles, bonus miles
Once I flew for free
Sometimes it takes a while
To alphabetically, geographically, eliminate the possibilities

Zanzibar
People say I go too far
Chances are they’re right
But I don’t want to talk about it
Everywhere I looked before
She wasn’t there
So here we are
On the road to Zanzibar

Not Argentina, not Ipanema
Not Madagascar, so not Alaska
Not Minnesota, not North Dakota
I’ve been there before
Not Beijing and not Palm Springs
Madre Sierra, French Riviera
Not Singapore and not Bora Bora
Hey girl I think you’re in

Zanzibar
People say I go too far
Chances are they’re right
But I don’t want to talk about it
Everywhere I looked before
She wasn’t there
And here we are
On the road to Zanzibar
Here we are
On the road to Zanzibar

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Nov 4, BORA BORA/PERFECT GIDDIMANI

Intro:

Got let them know!
Verse:Phenomenal woman I like your style plus everything yuh do a Gal follow you like dem a your first child.
Wha some haters a dream bout yuh live it inna real life plus yuh man buy yuh anything yuh want and yuh fly when yuh waan fly so yuh huh worry bout side chick.

Chorus:
You don’t wanna have drama you just wanna have fun,
You don’t want no restrictions party turn up get drunk,
Bora Bora baby mi love how yuh bikini si dung,
Dem could a count till God come mek a Gal know
you a number one
Shoo doop doop doop.(repeat)

Verse:
Gal yuh body complete so yuh huh haffi compete
And every time yuh walk upfront everybody haffi hold a back
seat,
No stress to yuh ting next flight a tomorrow morning
Mi never see dem dung a airport but yuh done three passport
so yuh nuh worry bout side chick.

Chorus:
You don’t wanna have drama you just wanna have fun,
You don’t want no restrictions party turn up get drunk,
Bora Bora baby mi love how yuh bikini si dung,
Dem could a count till God come mek a Gal know
you a number one
Shoo doop doop doop.(repeat)
Mek a gal know yuh a number one.

Verse:
Yuh been around the whole world inna reverse and forward
Yuh house good yuh car good credit good.

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Lil Uzi Vert – Grow Up

[Hook]
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)

[Verse 1]
(Lil Uzi!)
Yeah, no cake
In your pockets, no cake
In your pockets, no bank
No big bank, you ain’t
Got no wallet, no bank
In your what?
I got bank in my pocket, no hoes
On your roster, you niggas, y’all is imposters
Yeah, kicked it one time with your girl
And I swear we play soccer
Damn, I do not keep her
Hey, ’cause that girl, she is a bopper
Yeah, pass her right to my friends, ayy
Yeah, I turn that girl to a hopper
Hey, she jump on top in the back
Hey, I told that girl she a topper
Hey, Alexander and McQueen
Yeah, pants so clean they look like some Dockers
Ride it four stroke and I crank the Dorado
This shit so sturdy I wheelie through potholes
Somewhere in the Philippines
Yeah my new girl, she look just like a model
Don’t know if she feelin’ me
Oh she really, I’m just chasin’ it

[Hook]
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up(oh well)

[Verse 2]
Why do these boys hate?
Oooh, yeah, but they don’t know me
Yeah, ballin’ like Kobe (I’m ballin’)
Yeah, flooded my Rollie, yeah
Diamonds on solar
Diamonds got colder
Other words: diamonds got polar
Chopper on shoulder
Got range like Rover (woah)
If she don’t wanna stay I won’t hold her (I won’t)
But first better give me brain ’til your throat hurt (yeah)
I’m young enough for your daughter
Young enough for your daughter
Yeah, diamonds look like water
The water in Bora Bora (hey)
Got money all on the floor
My baby galore, she look like Laura
Yeah, had to cut her off, feelin’ like Zorro
I’m just playin’, I’ll see her tomorrow (I’ll see her)
Yeah my diamonds hittin’ like stars
Yeah my diamonds hittin’ like stars
24 karat, see in the dark
Yeah, last night it was dark (hey)
Had your girl in my car
Didn’t make it to my crib, that thing, it was parked
Yeah, I hit that thing in the park (ooh)
Yeah, heard her last man was a narc
Yeah, he really don’t got no heart
Yeah, sabre my tooth like a shark

[Hook]
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)

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Lil Uzi Vert – Grow Up Lyrics

[Hook]
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)

[Verse 1]
Lil Uzi!
Yeah, no cake
In your pockets, no cake
In your pockets, no bank
No big bank, you ain’t
Got no wallet, no bank
In your what?
I got bank in my pocket, no holes
On your roster, you niggas, y’all is imposters
Yeah, kicked it one time with your girl
And I swear we play soccer
Damn, I do not keep her
Hey, ’cause that girl, she is a bopper
Yeah, pass her right to my friends, ayy
Yeah, I turn that girl to a hopper
Hey, she jump on top in the back
Hey, I told that girl she a topper
Hey, Alexander and McQueen
Yeah, pants so clean they look like some Dockers
Ride it four stroke and I crank the Dorado
This shit so sturdy I wheelie through potholes
Somewhere in the Philipines
Yeah my new girl, she look just like a model
Don’t know if she feelin’ me
Oh she really, I’m just chasin’ it

[Hook]
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)

[Verse 2]
Why do these boys hate?
Oooh, yeah, but they don’t know me
Yeah, ballin’ like Kobe (I’m ballin’)
Yeah, flooded my Rollie, yeah
Diamonds on solar
Diamonds got colder
Other words: diamonds got polar
Chopper on shoulder
Got range like Rover (woah)
If she don’t wanna stay I won’t hold her (I won’t)
But first better give me brain ’til your throat hurt (yeah)
I’m young enough for your daughter
Young enough for your daughter
Yeah, diamonds look like water
The water in Bora Bora (hey)
Got money all on the floor
My baby galore, she look like Laura
Yeah, had to cut her off, feelin’ like Zorro
I’m just playin’, I’ll see her tomorrow (I’ll see her)
Yeah my diamonds hittin’ like stars
Yeah my diamonds hittin’ like stars
24 karat, see in the dark
Yeah, last night it was dark (hey)
Had your girl in my car
Didn’t make it to my crib, that thing, it was parked
Yeah, I hit that thing in the park (ooh)
Yeah, heard her last man was a narc
Yeah, he really don’t got no heart
Yeah, sabre my tooth like a shark

[Hook]
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)
She ride my dick ’til I slow up (yeah!)
Drink Hennessy ’til she throw up
Yeah, she ’bout to go up (ugh)
Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil’)
I got my dough up (yeah, yeah)
Say I took your style
Nigga just grow up (oh well)

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Eearz – Showin Love (feat. Slim Jxmmi & Jim Jones) letras

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
(Ear Drummers)
Ay E, we ain’t worried bout no haters this year
Sremmlife, E to the streets

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

[Verse 1: Eearz]
Fuck the po’s from my Jersey
Just gon’ make ’em wanna murk me
But that big one won’t let ’em hurt me
Y’all niggas oh shit
Y’all niggas do not make me nervous
I stood up on all the curbs
I swear I done seen worse
Y’all niggas don’t want the work
I’m bout to show y’all boys the worst
Until they lay me in a hearse
And you can label me as first, uh
Icon in your eye
Champagne on they face
Every table I’ma stand
Ragtag with my mans
Damn we gon’ ride till the casket
Drummer need a bigger plot
To fit the jewels and the rocks
I better reach the climax
Walking and I made a (?)
At the top boy I’m locked on
Top chart, Billboard
I keep putting on where I’m from
And they show me so much love

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
These bitches niggas help me throw it off
Cop the foreign then show it off
Riding shotty, no sawed off
Hopping out of them four doors
My bitch packing that .44
Told the plug I need more raw
Cop cars you never saw before
Pop bottles in Audemar
Got the big crib, six rooms, AKs in my corridor
60k for that Audemar, bad bitches like Bora Bora
Uptown always had the work but I got it cheaper from Florida
Sold rugs from shore to shore
All facts, I’m sure, I’m sure
Whew look at my dab
Nah bitch look at this bag
200,000 look at the cash
Half of that bag I will put on your ass

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
I ain’t even from the city but they treat me like I own it
Breakfast in bed, good head in the morning
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
Put that on my mama, I’ll never be a scrub
Fucking bitches, popping bottles, smoking what I love
Bend it over, let me see it, like my name Bun
I said bend it over, let me see it, like my name Bun
You don’t wanna lose your bitch to a nigga this young
Feeling like I’m at the crib how they showing all this love
All the money that I’m getting, gotta thank the Man above
Everybody dapping, everybody want a hug
This one for my city, this one for my day ones
I say everybody dapping, everybody showing love
And this one for my city, this one here for my thugs

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

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French Montana – Play Yaself (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Yeah, aye
(Oh, let’s just make this moment last)
Pray to the most high
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Coke Boy
(If this even stays ? remember us one more time)
Montana, Fraud
(I tried to hold it inside)
Haah
(So why are you happenin’?)
La Musica de Harry Fraud

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ I’ma fall off, what you smokin’?
Crib with the tennis court, got French open
Can’t stop us, top dollars, paparazzi
Liberace, money be the topic
Rappers smoke and mirrors, paper kinda light
I had Jhene Aiko, china white
Tommy Buns table with the young shooters
100 chains on, 51 Cuban
Word to Larry King but King David
This young king been gettin’ paper
30,000 feet, jet no turnin’ back
Number 30 fill the crocodile Burkin bag

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 2]
Aye, four door lookin’ like four banks
You niggas ain’t sure and you sure ain’t
Who I bring the sun down, bring the sun up with
Marathon money, fuck you, who you runnin’ with
Smokin’ hydrophonics and Bora Bora
Young akh’ smoke chronic readin’ a Surah
You know they watchin’ your pockets if money be the topic
Nigga stop it, you ain’t build enough to stop ’em
Even though I spend to cop it I don’t call her mine
I don’t call her blind, it ain’t about the money it’s that storyline
Cause the same homies that gave you life
Friends turn to competition, they don’t like it
Tell ’em crabs I’m eatin’ lobster
Niggas askin’ me to Oscars
From the bottom with the same posse
Dappered down, I just want the paper
Biz Markie, shawty want the vapor

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Outro]
Don’t play yaself
Do your motherfuckin’ homework
If you still in school dumb motherfucker
One thing for sure
And a million things for certain
We gon’ ball forever nigga
Just (?)
Coke Boy
Montana
Mac And Cheese, Fraud
You know what this is