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Room Service Kicks Off Today with Sullivan King, The Glitch Mob, Whipped Cream & More

If you’re planning on staying home all weekend long (which we really hope you are), Room Service festival will provide the entertainment. Source: Room Service Kicks Off Today with Sullivan King, The Glitch Mob, Whipped Cream & More The online music festival kicks off today with Sullivan King, followed by The Glitch Mob, Krewella, GTA, Whipped Cream and more. Later in the night, fans will be treated to live sets from […]
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Juice WRLD – Bankroll Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Uh-huh (Hit-Boy)
Uh, let’s do it
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah
[Verse 1]
Temper gun
30 clip, load it up, make ’em run, bitch
Evil kid, triple-nine, fuck a nun, just for fun, bitch
That ho use my kids and some fuckin’ fun, damn
I’m a magician, I make her panties drop, drop, drop
Lil’ bro got the Glock, he pull up on your block
Shoot your in your face, he did that shit a lot
Huh, live like GTA, no card, oh my God
Nigga, what? When I was young, I used to rob for some [?]
What the fuck? Now I’m rich, give a fuck ’bout a lick, uh-huh, uh-huh
I still see walkin’ licks, it’s hard for me to not give in, uh
I’m a dog, niggas fleas on my fuckin’ skin, uh
I’m a dog so if I like her, I’m gon’ fuck her friends, uh
Don’t do subliminals, keep it at minimal
Bitch, I’m a motherfuckin’ criminal
Got your bitch up in here eatin’ me up like some cereal
Shoot a move with a cinema
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah
[Verse 2]
Weight up on my shoulders feel just like a boulder, get it goin’
Shawty want my boulder, shawty on my scrotum, what she on? Better check my quota, got to pay for this dick though
Tried to set me up, her nigga the opps, I say that shit smoke
Then I make him croak (Make him croak)
She hop on me like a frog, thought she was finna croak (Don’t croak, don’t croak)
Gave her some of this love, take this dick no joke (No joke, no joke)
Told her “Don’t take it to the heart,” told her to take it like she a boss
And my dick her Cuban cigar, puff, choke, choke, choke
I aim to get that cash like I’m Puff, woah, woah, woah
The cops stay on my ass, I got to lay low (Lay low, lay low)
Count the bankroll, I’ll be back bro
Keep it a dank roll, knowin’ the gang
I’ll pull up and tank toe
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah (Yeah)

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Akrobatik – Mercenary’s Theme Lyrics

Get your money up
(Gimme, gimme, gimme….)
Everybody get your money up
Come on Uncle Sam, really – it can’t be hard
I’m just tryna re-up on my EBT card
What you mean I got no government access
Then why you got access to my taxes
What clowns? How’d the government shut down
Over some shit that’s been in the books for months now
Come on, are you serious
Yet Congress wanna give bomb threats to Syrians
You throwin’ stones living in a glass house
‘Cuz back home you leaving your own assed out
Waiting on funds while they’re home passed out
But the end of every week, y’all’s checks is cashed out
Of course citizens are gonna lash out
At each other when it seems like hope is cast out
The thanks we get is more tanks and shit
For electing you bozos – kick their ass out
Get your money up
(Gimme, gimme, gimme….)
Everybody get your money up
I ain’t saying to be scared – I’m saying be prepared
‘Cuz it’s looking like the muhf**kas really don’t care
So we gotta cash out
But so many of us will go the fast route
Try to make a milli up in the crackhouse
Or maybe ball out like Jerry Stackhouse
Everything’s a gamble so don’t crap out
When you wrestle with them demons, you’re bound to tap out
Had to bring my homie from my high school class out
Told him it was bottom of the ninth, last out
He said ‘Ak, you always went the class route’
So he took me to the bank and yanked the cash out
(Yeahh), now Built To Last’s out
Now Ak can hit the stage and rash out
Take it to your face while the beats blast out
After this I’m goin’ back in the booth to black out
Get your money up
(Gimme, gimme, gimme….)
Everybody get your money up
Everybody out here fightin’ to survive
Got us lookin’ like a real life GTA 5 – damn (x2)
(Gimme, gimme, gimme…)
Out here in Boston, Taxachusetts
We’re chasin’ an American dream that’s elusive
It’s ‘bout to be a bunch of wild people on the loose
If you don’t stop measurin’ our necks for the noose fit
But all y’all wanna do is cash out
Bring your name a Lil’ Fame and Mash Out
Beggin’ for trust when all you is cast doubt
I’m bookin’ a flight – f**k this, yo, Ak’s out
Get your money up
(Gimme, gimme, gimme….)
Everybody get your money up

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Da Youngfellaz – Holy Grail Lyrics (feat. Breana Marin)

[Verse 1: Jay Storm]
I remember texting you on Nokias
They use to come with no features
Told me you were growing up to be Gina
Till you fell in love with Moesha
Now who pulling up in that Beemer
I couldn’t wait to go see her
Remember the hoopty came with no heater
And I had to drive with my seat up, still
Always gave you something we can feel
And a bunch of space here so we can build
Told me ya dudes won’t need a deal
If ya stay consistent and keep it real
Real, and I swear it gave me the chills
Minus the smoking and drinking with pills
I’m talk a high that you only can feel
[Chorus: Breana Marin & Sho-Biz]
You take me to church got me calling out for Jesus
You put in that work give me something to believe in
I would give it all to you for that Holy Grail
(Texting you on Nokias)
(Use to come with no features)
You take me to church got me calling out for Jesus
You put in that work give me something to believe in
I would give it all to you for that Holy Grail
(Paint pics you my canvas too)
(Hair braided like Janet, oou)
{Verse 2: Sho-Biz]
I remember walking you to the train station
GTA on my PlayStation
Sneaking you in my momma crib
And your homegirls use to stay hating
You remember that (you remember that?)
Paint pics you my canvas too
Back when we use to hold hands in school
Hair braided like Janet, oou
Poetic Justice
Just a girl I grew up with
I respect your foundation
So girl let’s build like construction
Cause recently girl you’ve been on my mind
So I’m in town if you got some time, right
[Chorus: Breana Marin & Sho-Biz]
You take me to church got me calling out for Jesus
You put in that work give me something to believe in
I would give it all to you for that Holy Grail
(Texting you on Nokias)
(Use to come with no features)
You take me to church got me calling out for Jesus
You put in that work give me something to believe in
I would give it all to you for that Holy Grail
(Paint pics your my canvas too)
(Hair braided like Janet, oou)
[Bridge: Breana Marin & Sho-Biz]
Holy Grail
(Paint pics your my canvas too)
(Hair braided like Janet, oou)
I would give it all to you
I would give it all to you
[Chorus: Breana Marin & Sho-Biz]
You take me to church got me calling out for Jesus
You put in that work give me something to believe in
I would give it all to you for that Holy Grail
(Texting you on Nokias)
(Use to come with no features)
You take me to church got me calling out for Jesus
You put in that work give me something to believe in
I would give it all to you for that Holy Grail
(Paint pics your my canvas too)
(Hair braided like Janet, oou)

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Mike Dece – Prophecy Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hoe I’m in every nation shipping medication
Burning kush and blazing mental elevation
With the federation keep it federated
Put this metal plate up in your mouth like braces
If I want that shit then I’mma f**king take it
Shoot your house up only leave the basement
I got thugs beside me who will eat your face
And that will stick you up and rob you like some bases
I got bitches sucking dick they wanna taste it
I got [?] and I ain’t catch no cases
Hoe Im burning up it’s just like fireplaces
How I leave you blazing in the conversation
And Im high as shit it’s like Im f**king spacing
f**k with Mike Dece you turn up wasted
But this ain’t no GTA f**king game bitch
They might find your body but you will be laying
No you will not make it
(woop… woop… woop…)
[Verse 2]
You will not make it like Apollo ‘Teen
Mask on me but this is not halloween
Hollow tips enter you make you seem
Like youre a shotty just watch me and wait and see
Slipknot you slip up and wait and bleed
All of these demons keep chasing me
I’m still smoking rocks and still slurping lean
At the same place that I started this
Starting me
To die in Blackland is my prophecy
I’m selling sacks and moving poppy seeds
Bitch get a backhand if she talk to me
Run em lets go f**k this hoe like lobotomy
I carve your ass up like some pottery
Oh yes I leave you deceased at the thought of me
Ain’t no apologies
f**k you like sodomy
Murder your family just cause you thought of me
(just cause you thought of me)x3
(woop…woop…woop…)
[Verse 3]
Just cause you thought of me
Won’t kill you softly
Just like bureaucracy I merk you fastly
Sort of like sorcery try to take over me
I keep the ultra heat on me like gasoline
I keep the gasoline I keep the stacks on me
Which I am taxing thee while puffing wax with weed
f**k what youre asking me
I dont know happy things
I’ll take your packs and leave you just like [?]
Pistol attached to me like I am battling
That’s what youre earning for ‘tempting attacking me
All things are bastardly
So I am not a thief
I just want money so I can live happily
I’m a rich slut yes I keep all these racks on me
Counting up paper while your hoe harassing me
I put the bitch on the strip just like cattle
She bring all my dough yes she bring all my gas to me
Swagger!

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Atwood – Pastime Lyrics (feat. Jay Squared)

In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh
In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh
In my pastime
I do what the f**k that i want to
I don’t have to come and confront you
I do what the sun do
I just operate like ubuntu
Tell all of the homies they can came thru
Haters seem to love dude
They don’t see my angle they too obtuse
I be rollin up to em like f**k you
I don’t f**k with none you
I was bookin wars like I’m Sun Tzu
We be bookin tours in a month soon
Come through
I don’t give a f**k about what you sayin
You slide in my DMs thinkin you got game
All of these rappers i swear they just playin
But once i get started I’ll run the campaign
I just be swervin em day in day out
Like you best watch your mouth get the f**k out my face
All of these haters i swear they my bitches
My bitch get offended said don’t f**k with they
And i don’t know nothin bout none you f**kers
We had fire sex i guess I’m burnin rubber
Where the tires at i ain’t tired of f**kin
This a pit stop
Lady knew what time it was because she checked my wrist watch
Wanted somethin funny boy just watch
Cuz once Ding start dissin it’s a sitcom
Rappers always flip flop
But they can’t stand on me
Goin bar for bar they got none
They can’t handle me
A ban on me but i got that fresh
These boys playin like they wavin tecs
So now I’m waivin texts
See f**k boys gon say they best
And ima go do my job and then slay they shit
And make that check
Call me young space cadet
I’m outta this world
Wonder where yall faces at
You probably down in the dumps where you staying at
You hatin ass
You shook bruh you made me spaz
In my pastime
I do what the f**k that i want to
I don’t have to come and confront you
I do what the sun do
I just operate like ubuntu
Tell all of the homies they can came thru
Haters seem to love dude
They don’t see my angle they too obtuse
I be rollin up to em like f**k you
I don’t f**k with none you
I was bookin wars like I’m Sun Tzu
We be bookin tours in a month soon
Come through
In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh
In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh
Alpha to Omega
All my brothers got Offended
Apologies & Opinions
Some days I don’t know the difference
I have to let time get in the middle of it
And sort it out
Forfeit now
If you on a different route
I got a mac that’ll make you homies chicken out
Hit the dishes now
All of my ex’s from East or West
Of the city and either got breasts or a butt
Intellect, been a threat
Oysters, you need a vest
Bucharest, dinners for Dotty and Curt
And Brandy Damu Alera Whippin’
Why you all up in my business
Sly Cooper on a mission
Bitch i’m really in them trenches
Anchor sinking gotta lift it up
Pistol grip pump on my GTA shit
D to the H
On some OTJ shit
Deep and we mobbing
You dropping all charges
If my niggas starting to make formation
I done seen a lotta shit
All falling
On a lotta shit
Papa tick tock ya
I live for wrist watches
You left with no options
For me and my posse
Golden compadres
And riders
It’s crazy I took a liking to Gold
And ironically I ran into samsa
Got outta limbo, from running with limbo
And Atwood, the homies I got ’em
Ya don’t try to stop ’em
Just watch this
Golden and homies will prosper
On mama
Even if we under profit
And If you feel like that emotion is felt
It’s crazy that atlas helped findin myself

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Mir Fontane – Live My Life Lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna live my life
I don’t wanna die when I go outside
The game ain’t fair and some niggas switch sides
But my daddy ain’t care, so why should I
Just wanna live my life
Sometimes I think about my niggas on the other side
I hope they lookin’ down and see I really try
But these niggas want my life and I don’t know why
Just wanna live my life (Wanna live my)
I don’t wanna die when I go outside (I don’t wanna die)
The game ain’t fair and some niggas switch sides (Niggas switch sides)
But my daddy ain’t care, so why should I (Why should I give a f**k)
Just wanna live my life
Sometimes I think about my niggas on the other side
I hope they lookin’ down and see I really try
But these niggas want my life and I don’t know why
[Verse]
Got the game on lock (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t wanna see no more friends in the box (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain’t havin’ steady homies like we always on the clock
How I never met my pops, we live on the same block
I was raised in the ‘jects (Ooh, yeah)
Pockets deep enough to hide a 9′ in your sweats (Ooh, yeah)
Some niggas play checkers and some niggas play chess
Where I’m from niggas playin’ GTA with no vest
You can get smoked like cigarettes
If you f**k around with the set
Ever since I got these diamonds ’round my neck
Got an inbox full of death threats
I’m just livin’ life with no regrets (Oh, yeah)
But they wanna catch me slippin, leave me wet
Twin choppers, have ’em, singin’ a duet
I’ve seen things I can’t forget
[Chorus]
I just wanna live my life
I don’t wanna die when I go outside (I don’t wanna die)
The game ain’t fair and some niggas switch sides
But my daddy ain’t care, so why should I (Why should I give a f**k)
Just wanna live my life
Sometimes I think about my niggas on the other side (I think about)
I hope they lookin’ down and see I really try
But these niggas want my life and I don’t know why
Just wanna live my life (Wanna live my)
I don’t wanna die when I go outside (I don’t wanna die)
The game ain’t fair and some niggas switch sides (Sides)
But my daddy ain’t care, so why should I
Just wanna live my life (Oh yeah)
Sometimes I think about my niggas on the other side
I hope they lookin’ down and see I really try
But these niggas want my life and I don’t know why

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Juice WRLD – Make It Sell Lyrics

[Intro]
I can make it sell

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with the crew, icy all me jewels
Bad bitch, and I got her wetter than a pool (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, run up don’t be fooled
40 on my hip and it’s gon’ do what it do
Almost made the news, but I hit the cruise
Police came around, so you know I couldn’t lose (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, I do what I do, I do what I do, and I do it better than you

[Verse: 1]
Pockets so high, I don’t ever see low
Ballin’ in the paint, finna hit an elbow
Yeah I get the green I ain’t talkin Ceelo
Yeah I play piano, and I got the C-Notes (I can make it sell)
Pull up on his ass, choppa make him hit low
Hit low, low like a limbo, let’s go
Run up on me I blow, 40
Make a nigga call the, Five-0
I can make it sell (I can make it sell)
Ballin’ on these niggas, goin back to shoot a free throw
Headshots, leg shots like I’m D Rose
Steal a buck, GTA feel like D Bo

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with the crew, icy all me jewels
Bad bitch, and I got her wetter than a pool (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, run up don’t be fooled
40 on my hip and it’s gon’ do what it do
Almsot made the news, but I hit the cruise
Police came around, so you know I couldn’t lose (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, I do what I do, I do what I do, and I do it better than you

[Verse: 2]
I can never lose, that’s just what I do
Me and my crew just walked in the room
Acid and shrooms, I’m fly like a broom
Run up get hit, boy you dirty like broom (I can make it sell)
Gucci on my shirt, Goyard on my belt
Feel like I’m a wrestler, I’m flexin with my belt
I make all this money, and I make it by myself
And you know I got that fire, I can send you straight to hell
I can make it sell, yeah you know I got them bells
I remember trappin’ movin’ bells (I can make it sell)
UPS I got them workers through the mail

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with the crew, icy all me jewels
Bad bitch, and I got her wetter than a pool (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, run up don’t be fooled
40 on my hip and it’s gon’ do what it do
Almsot made the news, but I hit the cruise
Police came around, so you know I couldn’t lose (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, I do what I do, I do what I do, and I do it better than you

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Juice WRLD – Wasted Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Fuck, Perc’
CB on the beat
Perc’, bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
She do cocaine in my basement
I’m her doctor, but I’m runnin’ out of patience
She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan
She be talkin’ to him when she in the matrix

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Damn, why is she so demonic?
She Medusa with a little Pocahontas
She been lacin’ all my drugs or somethin’
‘Cause every time that we’re together, I’m unconcious
Hold up, let me be honest
I know I saw her put the Percs in my chronic
Smokin’ ’til my eyes roll back like the old man
Just another funeral for her, goddamn

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
She do cocaine in my basement
I’m her doctor, but I’m runnin’ out of patience
She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan
She be talkin’ to him when she in the matrix

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Rockstar, that’s our style, these boys can’t take it (yeah)
Hatin’, but they’re still tryna take our cadence (woah)
You’re basic, brand new ‘Rari when I’m racin’
Take it, let you roll my weed, please don’t lace it, yeah
That’s a bum bitch that you chasin’, ayy
Foreign with me, she a dominatrix (woah)
I love that girl and I do like her body
I don’t want the money, I just want the molly
That’s what she say when she lookin’ to find me
Lil’ boy I’m your father, hakuna matata
I lick that girl, get up all of that, top her
Got trust in my hitters, used to pray for the locker
I hit from the back and my legs start to lock up
Jacuzzi that booty, I gave that girl flakka
I’m takin’ blue caps that keep tweakin’ my chakra
Rose on my chain, there’s no hit like I’m copper
Tats in the middle my head like I’m Avatar
That’s the reason that I write all my operas

[Chorus: Juice WRLD with Lil Uzi Vert]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted (yeah)
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Uzi Vert]
She do cocaine in my basement (in my basement)
I’m her doctor, but I’m runnin’ out of patience (out of patience)
She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan (Satan)
She be talkin’ to him when she in the matrix

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
My eyes closed, hopin’ this ain’t make-believe
And she don’t know that all her demons live in me, yeah
I don’t know, I don’t know
Don’t know what she been on, I don’t know
All that lean I sip on, now watch me pour it
One cup on me, don’t got no friends
I’m an open door, I ain’t have to let her in
She ain’t take my heart, but she took my medicine
Least somebody gon’ take it, hate to waste it

[Chorus: Juice WRLD with Lil Uzi Vert]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted (yeah)
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted

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Major Lazer – Jet Blue Jet lyrics

(feat. Leftside, GTA, Zia Benjamin, Razz & Biggy)

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet

Major Lazer
Yo find this
Turn up loud

(Bridge)
Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high
I was born to be, born to climb

Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm

(Hook)
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
To the rhythm

Oh oh oh oh what a pity
Be smoking and joking until I talk stupidity
I am so higher than the city
Be fly in the clouds, what a view, so pretty
I’m such a bad boy, P Diddy
We got them notorious like Biggie
You smoke, smoke like a chu chu train
This, I grace, coming through the brain
To the brain
To the brain
To the brain
To the brain

In the sky, above the clouds
With the birds, with the birds
Sky, above the clouds
With the birds, with the birds

(Bridge)
Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high
I was born to be, born to climb

(Hook)
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
To the rhythm

Put them up! Hands up!
Put them up! Hands up!
Hands up! Put them up!
Hands up! Put them up!
Put them up! Hands up!
Put them up! Hands up!
Hands up! Put them up!
Hands up! Put them up!

High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet

Outro:

You’re rockin with Major Lazer

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Playboi Carti – Lean 4 Real Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, yeah, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Two nights in a coupe, yeah, yeah, silly bih, let’s scoop
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo
Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded yeah got it out the top
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Trust, trust
Know I can’t dap you up
Yeah, you super sus
Better get used to us, had to go Super Saiyan
Had to go bird’s eye view
You’s a computer game
GTA, look at us run the streets
Give us this fuckin’ food
This is a fuckin’ feast
Man, I ain’t throwing peace
I just throw up the V
Drinks spillin’ on my shoe
Lean spillin’ on my seats
Niggas is talkin’ greazy
Please, freeze

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Outro: IndigoChildRick]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Bad Bunny – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Rvssian) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

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NICKI MINAJ – Krippy Kush lyrics

Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs tho
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens’s now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes, now

With my plug, I call him Pancho
But I think he wants that chocha
Put this n*gger in his boca
Make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa
In that Lamborghini rosa
Yelling viva Puerto Rico
All my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny, Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex

Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko, Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (Yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (Facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (Yah Yah)
Yeah back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt
Yeah whole lotta racks and krispy (Krispy)
And she throw that ass back like Frisbee (On God)
Uh huh, smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush
I might pass her to the team cause she old news
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole yeah in ya wave cap (On God)
You better pay me now (Now)
I don’t cut slack (Nah)
All these VVS’s (21)
Make you upset (21 21 21)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

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Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say?
Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say?
Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on m’fuckin’ me
Swear to God, put in on my ‘Gram for a grade
I go and park two months, hit her face
[?], like you wan’ a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a [?] in my Mountain Dew

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my [?] Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’mma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I get him, I’mma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

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Krippy kush – Farruko feat. Bad Bunny letra

Letra Farruko – Krippy kush

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren krippy kush, kush, kush, kush, kush. (x2)

Jajajaaaa
Yeh yeh yeh
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas de paper que pedí en eBay
En P.R. ya es legal yo firme la ley.

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren kush no quieren friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
2 phillies se queda bizca.

Lo que tú estás haciendo yo lo hice primero
Bebé ese novio tuyo es medio culero
Yo ando por New York con un par de cuero
Y piles puestos pa’ to’ estos cabrones hacerles fiero.

Yo tengo agricultores como Piculín
Los ojos rojos como el Chapulín
Hoy se me olvido beberme la Ritalin
Pero las 602 las baje con lean.

Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush.

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush.

Farru’
Lo prendo y me pierdo en el humo
Y floto cada vez que fumo
Casuleando voy en la nave, nave
No corro por la de nadie, nadie
No confió en nadie, nadie
Porque aquí no se sabe, sabe
Versuri-lyrics.info
Quien es quien
Uoooh.

Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Traidor limpiar paquete next day in express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baje a la movie que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios acabo de comprar par de crepa sembrar.

Mil de estos cabrones me quieren matar
La vida es una y la tengo que aprovechar
No sé si esto es un sueño o será real
Antes de irme pa’ otro mundo te quiero probar.

Cuando muera yo no sé pa’ donde voy
Si pa’l cielo o pa’l infierno o me quedo donde estoy
Al carajo el mañana sólo pienso en hoy
No vo’ a cambiar así es que soy, yehh.

Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush.

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy kush
To’a las putas quieren kushhh.
Farruko letras
Video kush

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Yellow Claw – Hold On To Me (feat. Gta) (Los Amsterdam Album)

[Verse 1]
If you feel this too, hold on to me
So I can give you all the love of me
It’s like you and I are meant to be
So hold on tight and don’t let go of me
If you feel this too, hold on to me
So I can give you all the love of me
It’s like you and I are meant to be
So hold on tight and don’t let go of me

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
If you feel this too hold on to me
So I can give you all the love of love of love of

[Chorus]
Hold on to me
Hold on to
So I can give you all the love of me
Hold hold hold
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
If you feel this too, hold on to me
So I can

[Verse 2]
If you
If you feel this too, hold on to me
So I can give you all the love of me
It’s like you and I are meant to be
So hold on tight and don’t let go of me
Hold on to me
Me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me

[Drop]
GTA and Yellow motherfuckin’ Claw

[Bridge]
Hold on to
Hold on to me, me
Hold on to me, me
If you feel this too, hold on to me

[Outro]
So I can
If you
So I can
If you
So I can