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Sade – Diamond Life

He laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart
Placing high stakes
Making hearts ache
He’s lovely
Seven nights and days
Diamond nights and groupie life
High in the sky
Heaven help him when he falls
Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space
We’ve been on our ways for maximum joy
City lights
Business nights
When we require
Street court desire for higher […]

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
Sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending
But it’s nowhere to start
No need to ask he’s smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western mail
Across the north and south to [Kilago]
Love for sale
Face to face
Each lass in case
Shadow box and double cross

A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts on your memories and changes into [gold]
His eyes are like nature’s
But his heart is cold
No need to ask he’s smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western mail
Across the north and south to [Kilago]
Love for sale
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

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Bobby Brackins – Tap In (feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in ya
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: PnB Rock]
With a little baby
She be going brazy
She ride me like a Mercedes
[?]
She just wanna taste me
She [?]
[?]
[?] other bitches they so basic
She say [?]
She just wanna race me
I say girl you crazy
This money all I’m chasing
[?] to the bank now
You should see my statements
[?]
You should see my [?]
[?]
[?] on my wrist
She sippin bubbly I’mma sip fine
Hit me up and tap in when when you in my town

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: Bobby Brackins]
Don’t forget to hear my phone now
You be the one I hold down
Rolling up that [?]
The money ought to slow down
Ye I got [?] next to your city
Whenever you in Cali
Come and fuck with me I be down in LA
She know I’m from the bay
She giving good brain
Cos she graduated [?]
[?] getting cake now
Automatic pay
[?]
[?] to the bank

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Olivia O’Brien – No Love

[Verse 1]
I hate going out, I hate coming home
I hate how you’re never pickin up your phone, yeah
Just pick up your phone, yeah
I hate faking like, like we get along
I hate how everybody wanna do me wrong, yeah
Ain’t even like mine songs, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You act like you did it yourself
But you’re just taking credit for somebody else, yeah
You’re somebody else, yeah
You look like you’re nice, but you’re not
And if anyone likes you, it’s just cause you’re hot, yeah
And you think you’re hot, yeah

[Chorus]
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
But nothin’ is real anyway

[Verse 2]
Say you needed me, but I guess you don’t
Cause you met somebody better now you’re out the door, yeah
Now you’re out the door, yeah
Think you traded up, but in the end you lost
Guess you gained a little fame, but baby what’s the cost, yeah
Tell me, what’s the cost, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You act like you did it yourself
But you’re just taking credit for somebody else, yeah
You’re somebody else, yeah
You look like you’re nice, but you’re not
And if anyone likes you, it’s just cause you’re hot, yeah
And you think you’re hot, yeah

[Chorus]
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
But nothin’ is real anyway

[Bridge]
Why you over there looking like you lost some
Why you over there looking like you want something
I know you want something
Why you even here if you ain’t gon’ do some
Why you sittin’ there showing off your new some
You just sit and stare, nothing in your mind runnin’
(Nothing in your mind runnin’, nothing in your mind runnin’)

[Chorus]
Love ain’t a thing in LA
Ain’t no love in LA
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A, oh
Ooh, and nothin’ is real anyway

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K Camp – Family Matters

[Verse 1]
Was in LA for a minute
Then I came back to the city
Copped the watch then I dropped 50
In the drop push a buck 50
I got hoes that I kept around
I got some that I let go
Fill the wood with the petro
Misunderstood and I’m cutthroat

[Bridge]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
Grandma sick and its fuckin’ with me
Mama stressin’ and its fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryna get my mind right
Was in the dark but I found light
Blessings come when the time right
30k for the time right
30k for a new bitch
He don’t know what to do with it
All that nigga do is pillow talk
And imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
Imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
New crib got a pool in it
Hella paper go to school with it
Suck my dick and baby drool with it

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
Most them niggas was my niggas then
Most them niggas ain’t my niggas now
My shit get real will you stick around
I know niggas that let me down
I be flexin on purpose
Bitch I’m hungry and lurkin
Feel like Julius Erving
Getting head in a suburban
Top back and I’m swerving
Top back you can’t top that
Got me feelin’ like Pac back
I got niggas that’ll cock back
Too much pressure you can’t start that
I’m out of mind
Too many bitches, out on the town
Wish I could rewind, and back in the days
When niggas was normal
But this shit isn’t normal
Louis my loafers, Gucci my thermal
No it ain’t formal
Me without cash, that is abnormal
My bitch is bad you know she ain’t normal
You know she ain’t normal

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Outro]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
Rare SOUND

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Young Dolph – Point Across

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 1]
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 2]
For real though
Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

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Honcho Da Savage – MISFIT (feat. Smooky Margielaa)

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

[Verse]
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Gucci tanks, uhh
Secret bank, uhh
Heard you wanna link up
Bring them things up
[Honcho Da Savage]
You niggas fugazi
I come with my 30
Yeah I woke up early
I just flipped a birdie
Niggas lame, sorry
Rock and roll, rari
Tryna rob big heat
Now you dead, deceased
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Who you robbin huh?
You ain’t robbin Smooky
I got 30 guns
Yeah its getting spooky
When I was 13
Shit I was a g
I was robbin niggas
Takin all they fees, aye
I was off the leash, uhh
Running from the D’s, uhh
Friends was askin me, uhh
Where my niggas be? Uhh
All these racks I need em
All my niggas they green, uhh
You ain’t talkin money
I swear I don’t need ya
And Im with 16, yuh
And Im with 16, yuh
If you talking wrong, yuh
16 to your bean, yuh

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

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Hodgy Beats – I’ll Be Good

[Intro Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 1]
I could’ve went about a lot of things in different fucking ways
I should’ve but I didn’t
It’s crippling nigga, losing weight
I’m moving at an abusive pace
I’m due to race
When you pit-stopping the ones who help you, you screwed your face
You think I’m wanting to apologize well I’m not like shoes to lace
And what I do tomorrow depends on what’s due today
I’m fueling the wrong energy
Misusing hate and love
And I’m moving out on the move in date
Bruising emotions brutally
Cruising and coasting crucially
Boojie boasting, doobie smoking
Cloud from fumes and rooms of haze
Coochie open, I’ma stroke it then I’ma dip out to LA
Sipping lean and counting green
And recording until the room is vacant
When you’re [?] are never mistaken
Give somebody what they want and it’s never mistaken
I just pray my health is well like cartons when you shake it
And once the carton to my mind opens up, you’ll have to refrigerate it

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 2]
No more bad trips, no more episodes
Drugs turn your mind into a vegetables
No more internet thuggish, bugging out in public
Man no more [?] songs
No more random pussy for me
I kicked the pedestal
And chilling with premature bitches I know that’ll never grow
X marks the spot to the treasure box in which the treasure holds
From anonymous to Allen I
From the Golf Wang store to Babylon
I got friends in comas from overdosing
I know homeless people with more hope then
Niggas that get punched in the chest
Welcoming them demons with their arms wide open, bogus
They disappear in the gallows of shadows where the ghost is
The plagues dying from AIDS
Magic Johnson hocus pocus
Bought a new wanda for my camera
Take a shot after I focus, them double exposures
I live in a house in the woods
I’m all alone, I’m an ogre
Hiking the marrow mountains, avalanche stumbling over

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

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Gryffin – Nobody Compares To You (feat. Katie Pearlman) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Thought I saw you at our bar last night
Hid in the bathroom, I just couldn’t stay high

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Verse 2]
What should I do?
Maybe I’ll move away
Start somewhere new, I’ll let you have LA

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Bridge]
You’re once in a lifetime
Better than New Year’s at midnight
Wanna grab on and hold tight
And I won’t let go
I hope you can hear this
‘Cause it’s your face that I miss
Your lips I wanna kiss

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you

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Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

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Charli XCX – Boys (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
"I had to trash the hotel lobby"

But I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

In every city I got one with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
But I can’t even lie, you got me

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

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Temperature – Devvon Terrell lyrics

Lyrics Devvon Terrell – Temperature

Please stop texting me at 3 in the morning
Shawty if you next to me
Got to get up in the morning
f*ck how I’m feeling now
Cause you got in my mind yea
I was just chillen but now you got me
On your time yea
You don’t got to worry about loving me
Do this s**t right here no repercussions (yea)
All I want to hear is that you on your way
Hope in that lyft or Uber come right now
Damn it’s still 3 in the morning
We in LA everything closing
At 2 in the morning
All out of options so you are my options
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your in between talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover
When he texting you girl I don’t notice
Put it on silent so I can focus
We can even put on vibrate yet
Set your Alarm for work in the am.(temperature)

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
I’m sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tell me what’s good baby I’m right here
Tryna feel you out but you still not clear
When you leave me out here I go
So cold don’t know how much
You take me out the zone
Or you be f*cking with me
Slow texting me wonder if you
Playing with me
Are you hot or you cold
Or am I warm yea
Getting closer to you shorty
Right now yea
Giving me the runaround yea
Stop driving round in circles
Like I said hop in that Lyft or Uber
Come right now versuri-lyrics.info
It’s later than 3 in the morning now
If this was New York sun will be up
And that just kills my vibe
We in LA so we got us more time
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back and be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your inbetween talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
Sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Oh na na na na na na na na
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me knowww.
Devvon Terrell lyrics
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Two – Trill Sammy lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
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Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
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Jackpot – Fetty Wap feat. Red Cafe lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Jackpot

I be in them foreigns like I got the bonus
I just hit a lick, yeah, I got the bonus
Shawty f*ck with me, you just got the bonus
You just got the bonus, squad, ayy.(jackpot)

I just hit the jackpot. (x8)

Jackpot, jackpot, yeah
Rolls-Royce, that time, yeah
Blackjack, blackjack, woo
Money team, dope team, ooh
I been gettin’ paper all day
I ain’t seen a hater all day
I been goin’ hard, I don’t play
If you want the wave, you gon’ pay.

Hol’ up, f*ck how you feel, you can’t stay
Take your boujee back to LA
Rolled up, then she hit the J
Splash brother, had to hit your bae
Jackpot, jackpot, damn
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Baby got back, goddamn
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Hard head but the a*s soft, woo, hol’ up.

I just hit the jackpot. (x4)

Ayy, she give extendos out the window, babe
Ayy, you see the wings wherever we go, babe
Ayy, they can’t control me, ain’t no remote, baby
They pop out and cut a hater, freethrow, baby
Ayy, it’s Zoovie, zoovin’ like what you mean?
Before he check me, let them bangers squeeze, babe
I hit the season like pound a week, baby
They keep it real, you gon’ have to leave
Before your dope b***h take two of these
I brush it off, it ain’t nothin’ to me, baby
These niggas hard to try and box with me
Baby, ain’t no dog fight, ain’t no referee (squad).

I just hit the jackpooot. (x4)

Oh, jackpooot, jackpooot
Lil’ baby feel the jewels
Dealer dealt me a good hand
Got me dancin’ like Uzi
Shawty think she a baddy
She be bangin’ to the Boosie
She be twerkin’ to the RiRi
See my lifestyle in 3D
Gon’ get it, gon’ get it
‘Bout to check, I’m all with it
Girl, you got a lil’ sauce with ya
I like that, I’m all with it (splash)
Hold up, shawty s*x so good that she don’t f*ck for free, baby
But she gon’ bust that thing for me, baby, oohhh.

I just hit the jackpottt. (x8)
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Dr. Dre – Kush Lyrics

DR. DRE
Kush Lyrics

[Hook]
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it

[Dr Dre]
Now this that puff puff pass shit
That Cheech and Chong glass shit
Blunts to the head, kush spillin’ no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, f**k around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as f**king malasis
Probably won’t pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask him bitches, bout “how I be smokin’ out”
Party all night, yea its goin’ down
Order rounds, we smokin’ quarter pounds of that good stuff
O yea we smokin’ all night
Yea puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,

[Akon]
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me cuz I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it

[Snoop Dogg]
Still I am
Tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am
Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack

Next to where the swishas at, smokin’ presidential
Got some bubba, I give me that
Need it for my cataracts
Four hoes, and I’m the pimp, in my Cadillac
You can tell them Cali back
Matter fact, they a know, this aint Dro
Get a whiff of that
No it aint no seeds in my sack
You aint never gottta ask dawg
What he smokin’ on?
Shit kush till my mind gone
What you think Im on
Eyes low, Im blown
High as a muthaf**ka, aint no question bout it
Niggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it
Im Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
So If you want it
You know yo nigga homie,
You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

[Akon]
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me cuz I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
Hold up wait a minute
You can go put it back
Cuz what you got in yo sack boy, it aint that
Aint that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke

(inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)

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Camila Cabello – OMG (feat. Quavo)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-, lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-, Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans—yah, oh my God—, yah (uh)
Oh my god, you’re awesome (yah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines, I’ma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yuh)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yuh)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah (yah)
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

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Gunna – Phase

[Chorus:]
Call me insane (call me insane)
I’ma pour up a pint (a pint)
Try to take away the pain (the pain)
Got me going through some things (things)
Going through some things (going through some thing)
I don’t want no fame (fame)
You know why I came (know why I came)
Going through some changes (changes)
I’m trying to make some changes (tryna make some changes)
Trying to get through these phases (get through these phases)
Going through a phase (going through a phase)
Going through a phase (a phase)
I don’t want to lay (don’t want to lay)
I’m going to get paid (going to get paid)
Get my momma a raise (yah)

[Verse 1:]
I just got some new Vlone (Vlone)
Had to do this shit on my own (my own)
Ain’t no nigga put me on (no)
Ain’t no nigga put me on
Ain’t no nigga put me on (me on)
You could hear this shit in my song
Always put heart in my song (my song)
These niggas thought I was starving
I was eating filet minion (yeah)
The bitch was dubbing my call log
Now the bitch is blowing my phone (yeah)
Niggas still riding with the sawed off
But I keep the K in my home (my home)
Had my niggas shop that hard ball
All my niggas gonna ball (ball)
I got these bitches in LA (bitches in LA)
My bro still got bricks from out of state (bricks from out the state)
He put that icing on the cake (icing on the cake)
I got some ice on I can skate (ice on I can skate)
I need some cash I cannot wait (cash I cannot wait)
You get some bags I’m serving weight (bags I’m serving weight)
I’m trying to find a cheaper rate (find a cheaper rate)
I got some racks up out the paint (racks up out the paint)
I hope you didn’t lie that’s all I say (lie that’s all I say)
My bro lost his life for heaven’s sake (life for heaven’s sake)
I was just broke they can’t relate (broke they can’t relate)
But I told you we gone see better days (gone see better days)
Told you I’m going through a phase
I’m talking ‘bout that time I fought the case (time I fought the case)
Real bosses take losses everyday
Know the lord he won’t let me lose my faith

[Chorus:]
Call me insane (call me insane)
I’ma pour up a pint (a pint)
Try to take away the pain (the pain)
Got me going through some things (things)
Going through some things (going through some thing)
I don’t want no fame (fame)
You know why I came (know why I came)
Going through some changes (changes)
I’m trying to make some changes (tryna make some changes)
Trying to get through these phases (get through these phases)
Going through a phase (going through a phase)
Going through a phase (a phase)
I don’t want to lay (don’t want to lay)
I’m going to get paid (going to get paid)
Get my momma a raise (yah)

[Verse 2:]
A lot of my real friends dead (friends dead)
Lost a couple homies to the feds (to the feds)
Man this shit was all I read (all I read)
I’m just tryna hold my head
I’m just tryna hold my head (hold my head)
And I need to shake my hand
Cause I’m tryna counting these bands (count these bands)
He done made his life a lot harder
Now he got to lay in his bed (lay in his bed)
I remember riding with no father
Nigga still tryna get in his bag (bag)
Remember we had a whole lot of problems
Till them niggas started serving bags (start selling bags)
Then them niggas start popping tags (popping tags)
Pulling off a lot paper tags (paper tags)
We brought these whips home without a lease (home without a lease)
I put that shit on without a crease (on without a crease)
I po’ up a four and I get geeked (four and I get geeked)
I’m still taking S I cannot sleep (S I cannot sleep)
I know mama want the best for me (want the best for me)
I hope they don’t come and test a G (come and test a G)
They know that these necklaces nothing cheap (necklace nothing cheap)
And I know these niggas play for keeps (niggas play for keeps)
And we at the top you cannot reach (top you cannot reach)
My niggas work but not for free (work but not for free)
I just need verses on the beat (verses on the beat)
You niggas gone have to pay for me (have to pay for me)
Dinero the only thing I see
I’m tryna put the ice in the Philippe (ice in the Philippe)
Yea Gunna he really from the street
I bossed up and let my brothers eat (let my brothers eat)

[Chorus:]
Call me insane (call me insane)
I’ma pour up a pint (a pint)
Try to take away the pain (the pain)
Got me going through some things (things)
Going through some things (going through some thing)
I don’t want no fame (fame)
You know why I came (know why I came)
Going through some changes (changes)
I’m trying to make some changes (tryna make some changes)
Trying to get through these phases (get through these phases)
Going through a phase (going through a phase)
Going through a phase (a phase)
I don’t want to lay (don’t want to lay)
I’m going to get paid (going to get paid)
Get my momma a raise (yah)

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Boys – Charli XCX lyrics

Lyrics Charli XCX – Boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys.

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back.

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
“I had to trash the hotel lobby”
But..

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booys.

In every city I got ones with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back.

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
But I can’t even lie, you got me.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
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I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booys.

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad
Not like I had a choice.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys (booys)
booys (booys), booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys (ooh, baby – yeah)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booysss.
Charli XCX lyrics
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Charli XCX – Boys (Leak) Lyrics

[Intro]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 1]
I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
“I had to trash the hotel lobby”
But

[Chorus]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 2]
In every city I got ones with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
But I can’t even lie, you got me

[Chorus]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 3]
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

[Bridge]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

[Outro]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

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Peter, Paul & Mary – I Dig Rock & Roll Music Lyrics

PETER, PAUL & MARY
I Dig Rock & Roll Music Lyrics

I dig rock and roll music and I love to get the chance to play
(And sing it)
I figure it’s about the happiest sound goin’ down today
The message may not move me or mean a great deal to me
But hey, it feels so groovy to say

I dig the mamas and the papas at the trip, sunset strip in LA
And they got a good thing goin’ when the words don’t get in the way
And when they’re really wailing, Michelle and Cass are sailin’
Hey, they really nail me to the wall

Donovan [Incomprehensible] in a dream like, tripped out way
His crystal images tell you ’bout a brighter day
And when the Beatles tell you they’ve got a word love to sell you
They mean exactly what they say

I dig oh, rock and roll music I could really get it on in that scene
I think I could say somethin’ if you know what I mean
But if I really say it, the radio won’t play it
Unless I lay it between the lines

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Thinnest Line

Lyrics to ‘Thinnest Line’ by Chaz French:

–Verse 1–
I put a lot of people before myself this year
Yea but fuck it I do it all the time
I swear I paid a lot of people’s bills off this year
Yea and I ended up late on mine
I spent more than $100,000 and don’t have nothing to show for it
I pray my stars get realigned
I hope I find the thinnest line between two wrongs and doin what’s right but ended up left behind
I bet not many know how that shit go
I got a problem with not holding shit over people’s heads
Yea I guess you can say that’s a state of mind
I bought my first condo and moved the whole squad in just because
If we alone together then we home together
But youd be surprised how much your learn about a person when you see them every day
I guess that’s just a blessing in disguise
It’s possible that even a blind man used to have open eyes
Huh well it’s just some shit you don’t see coming

–Saba—
I like to be as mellow as the sun is yellow (yeaa)
I like to be as cool as the breeze
But baby I don’t trust you

–Hook–
And I pray that my feet touch the ground
And I hope that all lost will be found
And I got faith that I won’t let you down
Just find the thinnest line between the thinnest line

–Verse 2–
Yea I said that it’s possible that even a blind man used to have open eyes
Man there’s some shit that you just down see coming like
Imagine having a son by someone you don’t know
By someone you don’t love but still got to care for HER
Money you sending every month it don’t mean that you there for him
Even the time you left, ain’t enough for to reassure him
It’s tough but it’s for the better, do I compromise my career
Cause no matter the situation things ain’t always gon be clear for her
I try to keep a balance, maintaining
Just nonexistent the pressure of being a father when they questioning your commitment
When deep down you know you doing better than a majority of these niggas
Who don’t got a head on their shoulders, dream, team and power and vision
Who don’t got a tour life, Deadlines and a bunch of business that keep me backed up as LA traffic
You know stuck in the middle trying to keep it together and doing what really matters
Cause I always found satisfaction out of trying to make everyone happy

–BJ the Chicago Kid–
Please protect me from my enemies
And those close to me, close to me
Cause those the ones that hurt you the most
Help me see what I don’t understand
And be a better man

–Hook–
And I pray that my feet touch the ground
And I hope that all lost will be found
And I got faith that I won’t let you down
Just find the thinnest line between the thinnest line

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Camila Cabello – Omg Lyrics

CAMILA CABELLO
Omg Lyrics

Baby what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, Cojimar, and LA
[?]
[?]
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

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Electric Starlet – Speed Lyrics

ELECTRIC STARLET
Speed Lyrics

Speed, speedin
Speed, speedin

I just need to get away, its to wild in the streets of LA,
Took to long and I couldn’t wait, it’s a long road when you’re running
Away from home.
I know I promised that I would stay, but its a long road and Im going, I’m
Going, gone.

Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch gears, switch gears
Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch the gears, switch the gears

Drive, ’til i can’t see the horizon, I’m alive, drive
I’ll let the wind blow in my hair, I take the high road anywhere, just
Drive;
’til I can’t see the horizon;

I just need to get away, ain’t got time, get the f**k out my way, I need
Space to accelerate , now I see an open road, imma charge that shit alone
Come on, let’s go
I know you really needed me to stay, but it’s an open road and Im going,
I’m going gone;

Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch gears, switch gears
Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch the gears, switch the gears

Drive, ’til i can’t see the horizon, I’m alive, drive
I’ll let the wind blow in my hair, I take the high road anywhere, just
Drive;
’til I can’t see the horizon;

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smokepurpp – Ok (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mac
Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot Donald Trump in the lip
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, ouu
She let me bust in her face, ouu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate, ouu
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, ouu
And my lawyer selling yay, yea
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

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SmokePurpp – OK Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mack, Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot down the chopper its lit
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, uuu
She let me bust in her face, uuu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, and my lawyer selling yay
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

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OK

Lyrics to ‘OK’ by Smoke Purpp:

–Intro–
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

–Chrous–
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

–Verse 1: Smokepurpp–
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mack, Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot down the chopper its lit
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

–Chrous–
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

–Verse 2: Lil pump–
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, uuu
She let me bust in her face, uuu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, and my lawyer selling yay
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a man

–Chrous–
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

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Quentin Miller – Expression 5.5 (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P— (alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, axe the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

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Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

YOUNG THUG
Oh Yeah Lyrics

I was riding on a bike
On a very late night
She gave me chills

I’m for real
Hey I’m the one with soul, and I know your role
A real one for sure (for sure)
I won’t fuel your coke, I won’t fuel lipo Oh no, no no

Oh yeah yeah, no
Oh yeah yeah, oh
Oh yeah yeah, oh
Look at that stand right there, that stand right there
That stand right there
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah

Half-ass standing in your door
I’ll walk past the street (f**k that street)
Next to my bike, child on the front
Child on the bike like we livin’ overseas
I had a dream these niggas stood over me (Yeah wha?)
I had a bad bitch and she ate it off a cake (Bitch you geek)
Drunk off your love and I just stood by the sink (Bleah)
Look in these eyes, they disguise, you the mink (What?)
I just popped like rubber bands on it (Rup, rup)
Her booty fly like LA, I just land on it (Yeah)
Yeah, top-knot, it’s a brand on it
Baby tell me where we stand
Her booty big as a sedan, I’m like
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Look at that stand right there, that stand right there
That stand right there
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah

Now I be cruisin’ to Lil Uzi
Talking shit so pass the toupee
We made a deal, ain’t nothin’ to do with it
I want head like a dinner date
I remember you popped your first bottle (I remember)
I remember I had my first toddler (What?)
Nothin’ changed, I remember I had my third toddler (What?)
Yeah lil Wanda, she was my sherm partner (Lick, lick)
Free lil unfunk he got an urg doctor
I ranned off on some of my cursed doctors
Dropped the racks right on ’em like a girl got ’em
I’m just singing babe, this your world, yeah yeah
And if I like ’em and you love ’em they deserve partners (Ha!)
You left a bag for me to see
You left a bag and now you hurt me
I only helped you pack your bag because you urk me (Swat)
Do it hurt when you gone? I’m like

Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Look at that stand right there, that stand right there
That stand right there
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah

f**k ’em all and f**k what they thinkin’
First it wet then it multiplying
You still piped, you ain’t take it down yeah
Mekhi Phifer, let’s throw it down, yeah yeah
Bae you know that it’s goin’ down
I’m they ticket, they hold me down
And I’m so in love with the town
Much respect when you come around
I was riding on a bike
On a very late night
She gave me chills, I’m for real

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Kilo – Doughboy feat. Lil Durk lyrics

Lyrics Doughboy – Kilo

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.(kilo)

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

King up in this b*tch, I’m the hood hero
Got a couple thousand, we came up from zero
He front me what I’m buying so shout out to migo
He load up the plane and come in from Toledo
Rubber band that money I’m in love with C-notes
Them b*tches flock our section everywhere that we go
Cuz we popping yeah, young thousandaires
And all I wanted was a kilo versuri-lyrics.info
Drugs had mama gone, she was never there
That gave me free time to get my clientele
We eyeball that work, no we don’t need a scale
Unless it’s the one they use to weigh them whales.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

Bricks and birds
Catch a opp, he switch his words
50 on me, boy don’t run
Shots go off, he send that word
On that corner, me and Berg
We did dirt all on that curb
Man this b*tch get on my nerves
Sit back b*tch and pop a perc
Kilos from Pedro, I’m like Debo with kilos
Stash spot for the drugs, LA trip, meet the migo
I’ma boul like Beanie, but in the streets I’m like Sigel
Rondo coming home the judge want him to do 5 plus 0
We got 4-5 bodies, for the opps killing Chino
Selling dope, El Chapo locked up so we selling soap
Free my killas, them my killas
All my niggas they some goons
Only niggas in the field, only niggas that ain’t told.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilooo. (x4)
Doughboy lyrics
Video Doughboy

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Camila Cambello – OMG (oh My God) lyrics

Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami causing trouble in LA
Rowdy Tennessee,
If I ask them for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah
Cyclone, make it spin
Cause all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah I’m cut like a diamond, I’m coal
Follow you I’ll bloom like a rose,
Cross like the sun when we go

Oooh
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

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Back In LA

Lyrics to ‘Back In LA’ by Sonny Digital:

–Hook: Sonny Digital—
I just got back in motherfucking LA
The world is so motherfucking great
The bitches so motherfucking great
The motherfucking food is amazing
The weed is so motherfucking great
I might not never fly away
I can’t never stay awake
I can’t never stay awake
Back in LA
Yeah we back in molly hood
Yeah we call that Hollywood
God we know this shit ain’t good
Back in LA
Where my migos speakin’ spanish
I don’t really understand it
Yeah I’m still from LA

–Verse 1 : Sonny Digital–
Back in them Holly wood hill
Looking for thrills nigga for real
Every house worth like a mill
How can I chill this shit is surreal
Theres so much we did they don’t give
Everyday it feel like live
My partners for bottles for sips
But any day it can get real
We in the field, it is what it is
You got what you live by
I love some roses
And chicken and waffles
So that’s what I live by
Counting the killers thats in LA
Move round the city like tidal waves
Too much traffic on the interstate
I might never catch a flight away

–Hook: Sonny Digital–
I just got back in motherfucking LA
The world is so motherfucking great
The bitches so motherfucking great
The motherfucking food is amazing
The weed is so motherfucking great
I might not never fly away
I can’t never stay awake
I can’t never stay awake
Back in LA
Yeah we back in molly hood
Yeah we call that Hollywood
God we know this shit ain’t good
Back in LA
Where my migos speakin’ spanish
I don’t really understand it
Yeah I’m still from LA

–Verse 2: Southside–
Imma call up a chauffeur
Take me to barnes and nobles
Erin she whip the rolla
RSVP at Bally
Got a show at Santa Ana man
They showing love like I’m in Atlanta man
All these shows in Santa Ana man
Fuck around and buy myself a phantom man
Drive an hour back to sunset
Counting up another dumb check
Smoke a lid with my lungs hit
In the hills is where the fun at
Ain’t no telling what youll probably see
A couple white girls doing ecstasy
I told em noble why they pressing me
This and weed thats enough for me

–Hook: Sonny Digital–
I just got back in motherfucking LA
The world is so motherfucking great
The bitches so motherfucking great
The motherfucking food is amazing
The weed is so motherfucking great
I might not never fly away
I can’t never stay awake
I can’t never stay awake
Back in LA
Yeah we back in molly hood
Yeah we call that Hollywood
God we know this shit ain’t good
Back in LA
Where my migos speakin’ spanish
I don’t really understand it
Yeah I’m still from LA