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Son Kuma – Drink This Lyrics

Think I’m ok I can locate my car
Let us go away, leave like romaine ha ha
Turn it opaque, I just poured 8 more shots
Gin and tonic a little chronic to get it get it popping
Grab my wallet, can’t find my phone f**k my life I think I lost it
Here’s my number, was wondering if you think that you could call it
Oh so now I have yours and now you have mine let’s get to talking
[Hook: Son Kuma]
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
[Verse 2: Son Kuma]
Chop another beat I gotta feed another verse and show these niggas how to stutter when I change my flow
Tripping on a tab, she got me sipping on the flask, I love her way to entertain I let her tame my soul
Locked out her phone cus she gave my code
Shocked cus her brain got me bending my toes
Paid for the drinks and I paid for the things that I bought when I thought being rich got hoes
But she’s not a hoe nigga f**k that shit
Niggas wanna know how to run that shit
Suicidal doors like I cut my wrists
Going on tour cus I wrote my hits
Niggas hating like a little baby or a kid
Throwing up a fit, knowing I’m the shit
Blowing me a kiss get the f**k off my dick
Sorry for the twist now back to the script
I met her at a party, aye
Sipping on Bacardi, aye
Smoking like a Marley, aye
Listening to Playboi Carti, aye
Got game like atari, aye
Exotic like safari, aye
f**k I just forgot her name
Damn it I’m so sorry, wait
Gotta go back to basics
Gotta show love and some patience
Get her lemonade she can chase with
Duck, Duck, Grey Goose, taste it, take it
Fake it till you make it better break a f**king leg
Better grab a f**king keg and repeat just what I said, I said just
[Hook: Son Kuma]
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me [Intro]
Drink this one like it’s on me
Drink this one like it’s on me
On me
On me
Drin-Drin-
[Hook: Son Kuma]
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
[Verse 1: Son Kuma]
Started with a holla, made a nigga pull a
Couple hundred dollars, just so I could pull a
Model with a bottle, that shit’s not my motto
But I know you want a margarita so I’ll
Let you know when I’ll go
Get you up out your clothes
I f**k with you fasho
I’m drunk let’s pour some more
Rosè you say “no way,” why not?

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Seyed – Time Out Lyrics

Hab’s mir geschwor’n, nie wieder time-out
[Hook]
Sayonara
Der Himmel färbt sich anthrazit durchs Panorama
Massagesitze, alles Leder Alcantara
Hab’ mir geschworen, es wird nie wieder wie damals
Sie killen mein’n Vibe, doch ich bleib’ auf mei’m Weg
Niemand nimmt mir mein’n Hype, dafür ist es zu spät
Zu viel Grey Goose fließt durch meinen Kreislauf
Ich hab’ mir geschwor’n, ab jetzt nie mehr time-out
[Part 2]
Ein falsches Wort endet für dich im Grab mit Rosenkränzen
Lebenslanger Deal mit Azrael aka euer Todesengel
Independet, was ich mache, mache ich für mich
Denn mein Erfolg, er zaubert meiner Mum ein Lachen in’s Gesicht
Schaufel’ Monatsgehälter und fahre Jahreseinkommen
Das alles durch ‘nen Freestylepart ins Mic von McDonalds
Du weißt, Mama, aber jetzt wird es einfacher
Denn ich wurd’ von Gott gesegnet, mein Drip ist Weihwasser
Tick, tick, tick wie der Sekundenzeiger fliegt
Denn mich segnet das Zeitliche, früher Hate, doch heute bundesweit beliebt
R.I.P. Hab’s mir geschwor’n, nie wieder time-out
[Hook]
Sayonara
Der Himmel färbt sich anthrazit durchs Panorama
Massagesitze, alles Leder Alcantara
Hab’ mir geschworen, es wird nie wieder wie damals
Sie killen mein’n Vibe, doch ich bleib’ auf mei’m Weg
Niemand nimmt mir mein’n Hype, dafür ist es zu spät
Zu viel Grey Goose fließt durch meinen Kreislauf
Ich hab’ mir geschwor’n, ab jetzt nie mehr time-out [Songtext zu „TIME OUT“]
[Intro]
Ey
[Part 1]
Zu viele Groupies, die mich fragen, wo ich war
Die Zeit ist halt verflogen durch die neue Audemars
Pianoforte [?], goldene Royal Oak
Zwanzig Mille aufm Tisch, weil sie’s mir wert ist – L’Oréal
Die Meisten sind auf fame aus, doch ich bleib’ undercover
Ein falsches Wort, dich holt der Engel mit der Kalash
Tick, tick, tick wie der Minutenzeiger springt
Wenn ich Zeitzonen wechsel’ wie ‘ne Flugbegleiterin
Yeah, Butterfly im Nikedress, grüß’ den Polizeichef
Auch mit ‘nem Businesscoach kommst du nicht an mein Mindset
Lucky Strike Ice Black, ich leb’ mein’n Traum
Hab’s mir geschwor’n, ab jetzt nie mehr time-out
[Pre-Hook]
Ey, yeah
Audi A6, Bentley, Dropheads, Mode Farfetch, Mister Patek
Mit viel Geld hält man die Zeit auf? – heute leb’ ich mein’n Traum
Hab’s mir geschwor’n, ab jetzt nie mehr time-out
[Pre-Hook]
Ey, yeah
Audi A6, Bentley, Dropheads, Mode Farfetch, Mister Patek
Mit viel Geld hält man die Zeit auf?

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Sasha Grey As Wife – This City Lyrics

This city worships flesh! Circo em chamas
É fevereiro no Rio
Carne, lucro, dinheiro, fé? Mais do que cega, ando por elas e vejo desprezo
Desapego, desespero e tão pouco casaco mesmo eu tremendo de frio
This city worships flesh! A cidade é isso (seja mal vindo)
Suja e surda de vaidade
Ciclo viciante vivo em destruir identidades
Noite vazia, luas cheias de falsas vantagens
Rende brinde a almas que valorizam bem mais a carne
Lei do mais forte, lei do mais caro, do mais descolado
Do mais bem pago e sua Grey Goose de lado
Tudo tão claro, viagens, taças, maços e pernas
Proposta de evolução, porém, longe de ser interna
Deixando aberta as lacunas de humanidade
Postes tão espaçados, escritórios de amor sem classe
Difícil manter-se vivo
Meu coração reage nada bem aos processos dessa usinagem
Te liberta? Na cidade de interesses quem te abandonaria? Duas doses e um cigarro de ervas
Pão duro? This city worships flesh A guerra contra o surto da vaidade é todo dia
E se alguém disse não ter olhos pra ela, esse alguém mentia
Arruinando falsas imagens, casas, destinos, vidas e lares
Os que mostram Deus aos homens estão abrindo mão da fé
Num estado deplorável, coisas que tu não precisa
Pra mostrar a quem você não gosta aquilo que você não é
Se tamo fora do padrão temos a forca ou temo a luta
Eu temo o dia que os olhos não vão mostrar nada além de culpa
A liberdade tá trajada como a vitrine mais cara
Se assumir fraco perante a falha não é pedido de desculpas
There is no way to run! Triste ver egos tão altos quantos os prédios que me cercam
Pra si negam, se auto cegam, não veneram o que importa
A mesma relevância de um livro prendendo portas
A anedota é velha e hoje faz sentido, isso revolta
Olhe a sua volta, em quem você confia?

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Panic! at the Disco – One of the drunks is back Lyrics

Orange juice, pour out half the carton
Grey Goose, pour it, get it started
Good times, remedy your sorrows
Baptize, don’t worry about tomorrow
Shake it up, shake it up, now it’s time to dive in
Share a cup, share a cup, now you’re screw-driving
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it’s all good, I guess
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the
Never dry
Every day you’re thirsty, bourbon high
Sip up ’til you’re tipsy, night’s young
Searching for a feeling, big fun
Dancing with the demons, Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Grips you like a pistol, wet the whistle, wet the whistle
Abyss of ice crystals
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it’s all good, I guess
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it’s all good
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it’s all good
I guess this is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Songwriters: Alex Goodwin / Brendon Boyd Urie / Jacob Scott Sinclair / Kenneth Aaron Harris / Samuel Hollander / Sidney Swift
One Of The Drunks lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC
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Rae Sremmurd – “42” lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Word
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (I’m hot)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued (drop it)
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
MILFs fucking with me like I’m 42 (hey)
Baby ass soft, that’s Gucci goo (ooh)
In the new Lou’, skip to my lou (yeah)
Whipping up checks like tofu (whip it)
Gone, but I’m back in a few (gone)
Plush carpet, got no shoes (shoes)
In a one-seater with no room
Do a donut, then swoop (skrrt)
Drop a nigga cash like, “Oops” (yeah)
Smoking on loud, go mute (smoke)
Eating my meals like stew
Making that bitch look cute (cute)
Picking these cars like fruit
Picking these girls like fruit
Super sweet for a spa day, and I wan’ fuck a masseuse
Me and my juvies, divvy it up with the juvies
The money a discus, just by the way that I threw it
VVS movin’
Sir, you better cool it (yeah)
Engine is vroomin’
In other words, bitch I’m zoomin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (being cordial)
European bitch paying more than you (ayy)
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (scorching)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (show sale)
And all my bitches get Chanel (ayy)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Ayy, ayy, European size bitch, 42 (42)
European move in a Bentley Coupe (Bentley Coupe)
And I’m gettin’ head like shampoo (shampoo)
Cop some ice, you can brag too (ayy)
My cash do the same thing the grass do (grass do)
If her ass got bounce, it’s a natural (it’s a natural)
Valentino boots, had to snag ’em (snag ’em)
I be throwin’ bands like a tantrum (tantrum)
Nigga so goofy, I’m laughin’ (ayy)
Might buy that watch with my back end (back end)
Leave out the mall with baggage (baggage)
Foreign car, stoppin’ up traffic
Ayy, I ain’t cappin’ (no cappin’)
Shoes with the hoes, that was back then (that was back then)
Rollin’ big blunts, not passin’ (we ain’t passin’)
Gotta keep a slut for the action (ayy, ayy, Jxm)
And I can’t let them squares in my circle (no squares)
Private plane and I don’t do commercial (commercial)
All my niggas gon’ get it, no turtles (no turtles)
Having kids with the money, I’m fertile (I’m fertile)
Roll me up a backwood of that purple (that purp’)
Got them Gucci shades on like I’m Urkel (I’m Urkel)
Got the European drip like I’m Virgil (ayy)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (I’m hot)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued (drop it)
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do (ayy)

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
In the front seat, giving more juice
Send me that rum, not Grey Goose
Nigga, y’all lookin’ like sore losers
It’s a straight shot, oops, I mean straight shooter
I chief and I cough up a gasbag
Throw cash, I don’t care where it land at
Louis V lookin’ like grab bag
My pockets really stuffed, like jam-packed
I go continent to continent (yeah)
Got a bitch in every continent
I’ma buy the whole store, call it shop lift
Telemundo, they watchin’ it
Supa’ G’s for the lottery
It’s increasing our bottom end
Yeah, the boss niggas coppin’ it
Care less if it cost a bit
Lemme Tokyo Drift (drift)
Lemme six-gear shift
Bought my bitch a new Range Rover
And a big box of chocolate
Go pack up that old lifestyle
Baby, my life’s too wild
Fuckin’ that bitch for a while
Diamonds they hit like wow

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (I’m hot)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued (drop it)
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do

[Outro: Swae Lee]
That’s how we do
That’s how we do
European size, that’s a 42
European size, that’s a 42

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MC Stojan, Djani & Jana – Pevacica

Još večeras u ovom sam gradu
pevam za sve dobre ljude
a vec sutra ko zna gde cu biti
nek mi bude kako bude

Šta će ti pevačica
(šta će meni pare i problemi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Kada svako hoće da te želi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Skupa kola nakit i parfemi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Kupiće ti Stojke Bentley)

Plamenka je ona gori
plamen u klubu odbija momke
njeno srce kamen neko pijano stanje
klub pun ko harem
ajmo ruke gore svi
Bruder alle zusammen

Ona nosi torbu Fendi Fendi
kada ulazi u klub ona mnogo vredi
kada pogleda je neko
gazda odmah preti
odmah vadi Hendy
pući usta radi Hendy

Šta će ti pevačica
(šta će meni pare i problemi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Kada svako hoće da te želi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Skupa kola nakit i parfemi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Kupiće ti Stojke Bentley)

Ona je loka loka i loži je koka
samo meša pića samo Grey Goose votka
ceo grad se loži svi je znaju ko Madrino
a ja kupujem Versaći za moju kokainu

Ajmo

Kokaina meine Kokaina
najlepša od Beča do Berlina
Kokaina meine Kokaina
svako hoće da je ima

Šta će ti pevačica
(šta će meni pare i problemi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Kada svako hoće da te želi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Skupa kola nakit i parfemi)
Šta će ti pevačica
(Kupiće ti Stojke Bentley)

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Hey girl – Lyrical Son feat. Mc Kresha lyrics

Lyrics Lyrical Son – Hey girl

Hey girl up ti me thob t’madhe
Club-in e kalle, club-in e kalle
Vec mos u nal se club-in e kalle.

Hey girl up ti me thob t’madhe
Vec mos u nal se club-in e kalle
S’je tu e pa kejt shokt mi pijave, uhhh. (x2)

M’vesin shokt “a je me dal?”
I thom “yes I is”
Moti s’jena pa, moti s’jena bo fit
Rruges jom tu ardh nese don me ble diq-
Ka duhna me gra mos me ra n’polic
Maann, this is how we do it
Biznisi is good, plus o fundi mujit
Maann, s’di nuk jom i ktuhit
Kushdi sa o ora, qishtu bjen me kan i huji, hup
Thirrem party starter versuri-lyrics.info
Jem tu pi shum nuk e di e sata
Nent juice une du shum akulla
Grey Goose mu ka bo dru pata
Hey, ku mbet qajo qe e pata?
Vendi full njerz si me kon demonstrata
Njona po m’fol nuk pe ni se jom fucked up
Vec e di ca ndodh mas foreve t’killavta, hey.

Jena dal n’club
Jena bo fucked up
Tu ec kejt zhag hajde coni durt nalt se
Plaqka, mos levizni asnjo
Plaqka, mos levizni asnjo.

Hey girl up ti me thob t’madhe
Vec mos u nal se club-in e kalle
S’je tu e pa kejt shokt mi pijave, uh. (x2)

Ja kom nis pe shoh xhixha
Njerzt e mi krejt Grinch-a
100-sha, Benjamin-sha
Jena vec do bisha n’kmisha tu pi shisha
Ku jan dhipat se pi tymit nuk i shifsha
Rreth thobes tone t’madhe doren e shetitsha
Rrshitsha n’to, s’di qysh rrin vertikalisht ma
T’kisha thon dicka po jon shum do menje t’prishna
E se mer per seriozisht ma.

Jena dal n’club
Jena bo fucked up
Tu ec kejt zhag hajde coni durt nalt se
Plaqka, mos levizni asnjo
Plaqka, mos levizni asnjo
Haverat jon t’qart
Bojna neja per nate
Vijna marrim femnat
Qe s’ja di as emnat
Vllacko, a e nezim nga njo
Vllacko, a e nezim nga njo.

Yeah, it’s Speci baby
Uh, u bo 8-she kerri
Hapat thehen t’hup break-danci
N’qanta t’zeza gur ezmeri.

Hey girl up ti me thob t’madhe
Vec mos u nal se club-in e kalle
S’je tu e pa kejt shokt mi pijave, uhhh. (x2)
Lyrical Son lyrics
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Jonwayne – Human Condition (Rap Album Two Album)

[Verse 1]
Put my mind in my head
And my head in my hands
And my hands on this body
And my body on land
And this land on this earth
And this earth in the system
And the system in my thoughts
And my thoughts into wishes
And this wishes are just dreams
These dreams are just goals
These goals
Make a man wanna be more than that
And the ghosts just laugh
And hope that I don’t pass
This is an ode to my opposition
I know my flow is full of contradiction
And good luck getting the right brain to play with the left
But hand over breast
I’m gonna try as long as plant life sustaining my breath
The very same God used for badminton with Death
That hot smog riddled Los Angeles breath
That hard, heavy hitting old Anakin breath
And opposition get that old mannequin rest
Cause after this they know there’s no more expanding their chest

[Verse 2]
Watch me hang to the rim as these people feel the grim
My people kicking buckets like (sighs)
And that’s a fine commitment to the human condition
You say committing sin
But i say stupid decisions
You’ll throw tomato in the face of bravado
Not my fault that the Model-T is parked in the pothole
Get out my grotto
Before I get out the bottle
(Get out my face)
I don’t wanna see a doctor or hospital
I’m fine and this age is just a number
I’m seeing triple digits, no wonder
My eyesight is shit
My mind is asunder
My hands are in the cup
And my body is under
A lot of pressure with this poisonous flask
No measure when I take off the mask
Keep my soul under glass
The devil’s shopping through the window
Since I was hanging loose with these lame-ass kiddos
It’s foggy through the Grey Goose and Gray Gas indo

For real

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Wiley – Lucid (Godfather Album)

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid

[Verse 1]
All these days in a month
Tryna get everything done
When I try do too much
I don’t get anything done
Rollin’ through like a bulldozer
I go hard, here I go, here I come
Now when I think about what I wanna do
I wanna do what’s never been done
I wanna see my genre where it belongs
It’s gettin’ bigger, are you hearin’ the songs?
I wanna hail up Meridian Dan
And the rest of the Meridian Gang
Big up the youngers who were comin’ up in the game
Yes, you can make a million pound
I was with Geeneus, we made the wickedest ting
From day, we’ve been livin’ this sound

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid

[Verse 2]
All these months in a year
Sippin’ on wine and beer
So much gyal over here
Must be love in the air
All I wanna do is party all night
So let me just make that clear
I can see bottles of the Grey Goose
I can see bottles of Belvedere
Rise in the mornin’, I put the work in
Flow’s wavy like a duck surfin’
You can stand still but the clock’s turnin’
If you don’t work then you’re not earnin’
For the right reason, I know about cash
I should have a birthday bash
Then I can draw for my
25 MCs chillin’ out back

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid

[Verse 3]
All these dons in the crew
Bare shows, always on the move
Murk it where we go to
Man skank out, I should do a bogul
If the show’s live then I’ll do a stage dive
You got your phone out, you’re on FaceTime
Fist pumpin’ like before race time
Heart beatin’ like it’s police chase time
I’ve been given new time
I’ve learned loads and loads through time
Let me give a shout to my scene one time
Let me give a shout to my scene two time
Now I get clocked like a sport shoe sign
Man jump ahead like more food time
I can still spray up the riddims
Of the oldest or the new grime

[Hook]
I was on point when I made The Elusive
Mum told me, "Stop makin’ excuses"
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive
Do it for my people, they say I’m lucid
People tell me they only want true shit (no lie)
Tell a man don’t take the food if you know you can’t move it (leave that there)
I’ma drop my album on fans exclusive (that’s right)
I do it for my people, they say I’m lucid