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Lil Wayne – Mahogany Lyrics

I’m faded out
Oh, you made it? Play this song
[Intro]
Check
[Verse 1]
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Gas to the floor, I’m pressin’ fast forward, I race a NASCAR
Transport just what you asked for
Don’t ask me what I asked for if you can’t answer
Now who them Xans for? I made it out
But you shady like 8 Mile
8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down
Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out
I’m a Libra, I weigh it out
Hope the reaper don’t take me out
I’m too eager to wait it out
Stuck the heater in Satan’s mouth
Pray polices don’t raid the house
Pay my taxes and baby moms
Ain’t no cappin’, don’t play around
Hate me back then, they hate me now
In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste
I got mansions with gates, feel like I’m NASA with space
Don’t feel like answerin’ my phone, I feel like thrashin’ today
I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe
Catchin’ spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked
And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up
I stunt when I rolled up
With a bad bitch sittin’ in the front with her nose up
You know what’s in my soda
And your trap house closin’, your glass house broken
And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin’
[Chorus]
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard
[Verse 2]
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
I think in my backyard, I need an airport
Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm
Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off
Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel
Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals
Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime
Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line
Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it’s that time
We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time
Bang, bang, brrat time, I’m reppin’ Bad Vibes
Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire
Plug was a fucking Arabi, it’s no cap, slime
Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time
Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it
I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin’
Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin’
Let’s get in bed and break these mahogany headboards
Oh, woah, mahogany, yeah, woah
[Chorus]
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard
[Outro]
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
Maho-mahogany sand
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
I ain’t arguin’, I’m sayin’
Ooh, mahogany I’ll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I’m a patient
Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I’m racing
Yeah, I’m spacin’, I’m spacin’ out
Oh, you faded?

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Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

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Sophia Black – Real Shit lyrics

(feat. KYLE)

[Intro: Sophia Black]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Sophia Black]
When you’re dancing with someone and you think it’s lit
But when the lights turn on and they look like piss
That’s some real shit

When you’re too fucked up and you’re at the club
But then your friend rolls through with another damn shot
That’s some real shit

[Chorus]
Sometimes, oh some real shit
Life’s a real bitch, mhm
But I’m okay, I’m still happy
I won’t quit
That’s some real shit

[Verse 2]
When he says he’ll call back so you made no plans
But now it’s 3 AM ’cause he never called back
That’s some real shit

When you say you’re too grown for that drama mess
But when it really comes down you’re still into it
That’s some real shit

[Chorus]
Oh, most times, on some real shit
Life’s a real dick, oh yeah
But I’m okay, I’m still happy
I won’t quit
‘Cause that’s that real shit

Oh, when you think you’re the shit and act like the shit
But when it comes to shit, you know you really ain’t shit
That’s that real shit, that’s that real shit, that’s that real shit
I know, I know, I know, I know, I said

When you think you’re the shit and act like the shit
But when it comes to shit, you know you really ain’t shit
That’s that real shit, that’s that real shit, that’s that real shit

[Verse 3: Kyle]
I gotta,..uh fuck
This that real shit
So you know when you’re out with your chick
And you gotta spend a grip
Because her mind is set on steak and shrimp
But your bank accounts on chicken strips
And she don’t give a shit?
Then you gotta buy her movie tix
And you try to lean in for a kiss
And she says ‘I’m not in the mood’
And then you say ‘hmm’
And she says ‘what?’
You know what… nothing, fuck
And the movies weak so you go to sleep
And then you start to have this dream
That your forgot to lock your screen
And now she’s going through your texts
So you wake up like Mr Crabs
And she’s all like ‘Who’s Stephanie?’
Um, you mean my cousin? Geez yeah, since 1993
You don’t work for TMZ
There’s nothing here behind the scene
You’re not homies with Scoobie Doo
This is not a mystery
You can check my history
I’ve only been to Pornhub once
And went to church the morning of
Yes, I know, I sorta suck but I’ve never been more in love
I just wanna get more in touch
Then she gets a call from Gabby
Her attitude was extra crappy
Now she’s hella happy
And you just sitting there like damn what the fuck just happened?
So you call up NASA
And even they don’t got the answers
That’s that real shit

[Chorus]
Oh, when you think you’re the shit and act like the shit
But when it comes to shit, you know you really ain’t shit
That’s that real shit, that’s that real shit, that’s that real shit
I know, I know, I know, I know, I said

When you think you’re the shit and act like the shit
But when it comes to shit, you know you really ain’t shit
That’s that real shit, that’s that real shit, that’s that real shit

That’s that real shit
Yeah
That’s that real shit, oh yeah
Mmm
Real shit you know?

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Breakwater – Splashdown Time lyrics

You are now ready to start your descent
And re-enter the atmosphere of pleasure
We have completed passage through
The funktifical groove zone
And are ready for a splashdown

Fakin’, pretendin’ can’t clear the air
Spaceships from NASA won’t take you there
Suspended animation ain’t the answer neither
All you got to do is have a splash

It’s splashdown time
Splashdown time
Splashdown time
You can bet on gettin’ wet
Everybody counting down to the main event
Splashdown time
Solar systems smash
Orbiting your funk bone
Messing with your groove zone
Splashdown time
It’s splashdown time
Splashdown time

If you feel it, don’t fight it, just let it show
Rocket in the pocket, it’s touch and go
You’re now re-entering the atmosphere of pleasure
Can’t hold back the pleasure, now it’s splash

It’s splashdown time
Splashdown time
Splashdown time
You can count on gettin’ wet
Everybody counting down to the main event
Splashdown time
Solar systems smash
Orbiting your funk bone
Messing with your groove zone
Splashdown time
It’s splashdown time
Splashdown time

It’s splashdown time
Splashdown, splashdown
It’s splashdown time
Splashdown, splashdown
It’s splashdown time
Splashdown, splashdown
It’s splashdown time
Splashdown, splashdown

I’ve been spacing out (Yeah)
Now I’m coming down (Yeah)
Be sure that you meet me when I’m splashing down
‘Cause I’m gonna take a dip with you tonight

I’ve been spacing out (Yeah)
Now I’m coming down, down, down, down, down
Be sure that you meet me when I’m splashing down
‘Cause I’m gonna take a dip with you tonight

I’ve been spacing out (Yeah)
Now I’m coming down (Splashdown, splashdown)
Be sure that you meet me when I’m splashing down
‘Cause I’m gonna take a dip with you tonight

I’ve been spacing out (Yeah)
Now I’m coming down, down, down, down, down, down
(Splashdown, splashdown)
Be sure that you meet me when I’m splashing down
‘Cause I’m gonna take a dip with you tonight

I’ve been spacing out (Yeah)
Now I’m coming down (Splashdown, splashdown)
Be sure that you meet me when I’m splashing down
‘Cause I’m gonna take a dip with you tonight

(Yeah)

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LION BABE – Rockets (feat. Moe Moks)

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

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New level – Soufian feat. Crack Ignaz songtexte

Songtexte Soufian – New level

Ja, zum hunderten Mal stell’ ich mir jetzt die Frage
Sag, soll ich es tun oder soll ich es lassen?
Am Ende des Abends gibt’s nichts außer Patte
Weil Patte regiert unsre Straßen seit Jahren
Auf Cash Money Brother, wie Brate sein Brate
Aus Scheiße mach Gold, aus dem Kilo ‘ne Tonne
Um Straße zu sein, musst du ‘n Mann sein, du Schwuchtel
Bring Mama die Tüten nach Haus und bleib hungrig
Trag’ tief in mei’m Herzen ‘ne Narbe von Kummer
Weil Brüder zu Fotzen geworden sind, choya
Ich schwöre bei Gott, ich wollt nix
Doch gab Gutes mit Liebe und Herz, sagt man bei uns L’Houma
Akhi, meine Gosse ist nicht so wie deine
Ich schieße mit Blei von ‘nem Fahrrad, wenn’s sein muss
Bruder für Bruder, bei uns ist das Standard
Doch Fotzen hab’n Patte gesehen, wurden anders.(new level)

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new level
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new level
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new level
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new level
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new level
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeel, new leveeel
Neue Chain, new Metal
Meine Shows – Heavy Metal
Meine Moves – zu special
Gehe direkt durch die Decke
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf die Presse
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf ein Label, ja
Sitze im Rarri und gebe Gas
Ich komme nicht aus der Gegenwart
Schieße auf dich mit der Lasergun
Meine Feinde weinen bei jedem Move
Denn ich mache als wäre ich aus Tränengas
Woah woah, yeah yeah
Versuri-lyrics.info
Nie genug, ich will mehr
Sie komm’n niemals hinterher
Neues leveeel, Alter, yeahhh.

Azzlack Motherfuck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

Yeah, bei uns herrschen andere Regeln
Das heißt: Lobe machen, ned reden
Der S**t ist wie Telekinese
Ist so, wie wir Sachen bewegen
Ja, Brudi, ich weiß, du kannst sehen
Ja, der ganze Block ist am beben
Und des ist ned leicht zu versteh’n
Aber das bleibt wie wir leben
Mach’ dieses Gwap, oida, mach’ dieses Gwap
Greif’ in die Kasse und moch’ mi davon
Oida, moch mi nit haß, oida, moch mit nit haß
Weil ich komm’ mit dem Squad und mit sehr viel davon
Und i leb’ so wie NASA, i leb’ so wie NASA
Du weißt, ich geb’ Gas und heb’ ab bis zum Mond
Oida, weiß, was ich man’, oida, weiß, was ich man’
B***h, ich weiß, dass du weißt, Ignaz K ist der Don, ja
Ja, dein Brei ist nur Einheit, für den Sche*ss hab’ i kein’ Zeit
Doch ich kill diese Keks, schick’ sie mit ihre Backpackrap direkt zurück in die Steinzeit
Und ich f*ck’ sie mit Feinheit
Und zerstückel’ sie zeitgleich
Dabei sieht man das nicht, viel zu quick in den G’nick mit ‘nem Stich und danach heißt es Bye Bye.

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeelll. (x15)
Soufian songtexte
Video level

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Sweet chin music – Kid Ink lyrics

Lyrics Kid Ink – Sweet chin music

I’m the same as you left me nigga
Gettin’ to the money, not a question nigga
Know you see the Rock like I’m wrestlin’ nigga
Ask me if I’m high, b***h, you know I’m NASA
Ask me what’s you name, might forget the answer
I’ll take everything in here except for chances.(sweet chin music)

Belt up on my shoulder, don’t forget who’s champion
Young Aries, nigga, always been a LA Ram
Never bandwagon, neighbors mad my pants saggin’
You can’t never tell me nothin’ when I’m on my line (Woo)
Before 21, these bitches know I been savage
Made it outta hell with this undertaker flow
Now I flip the money up and I do the tombstone
Said I’m never goin’ back, put that on my tombstone
Live the dream, tag-team everything two toned
When I pull up, do my reps and then I flex
Tell that b***h that she can suck it, this DX
Jumpin’ off the top, I hope you can catch me
I lost my mind and stopped second guessin’.

I’m the same as you left me nigga
Only thing changed is addresses nigga
Gettin’ to the money, not a question nigga
Know you see the Rock like I’m wrestlin’ nigga
Sweet chin music, hit the blunt, you feel that?
Why we never see you niggas, you chameleon.

I be in the building doin’ all my taunts
All black, I don’t feel like Ricky, more like Jimmy Ross
Yeah, couple of ’em changed soon as they got the news
I can tell what you say about me in your interviews
One day, I’ma run backstage with the chair
You been talkin’ ’bout then I light another flare
Way I’m feelin’ and I’m lookin’ ain’t no seein’ wrong
Walkin’ out to my theme song versuri-lyrics.info
Seen the a*s, baby girl, and I ain’t think long
And then I picked her up for that power bomb.

I’m the same as you left me nigga
Only thing changed how we dressin’ nigga
Gettin’ to the money, not a question nigga
Know you see the Rock like I’m wrestlin’ nigga.

I’m the same as you left me nigga
Sweet chin music, hit the blunt, you feel thattt?
Kid Ink lyrics
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Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 1]
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters. piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom. but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

[Outro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch

Bitch

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Bitch!

Lyrics to ‘Bitch!’ by Ugly God:

–Hook–
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

–Verse 1–
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin

–Hook–
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

–Verse 2–
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters. piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom. but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

–Outro–
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch

Bitch

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Tyga – Cash Splash Nasa (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah, you know, they be in VIP
Drinks on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
They just only want, what they got? Only got one wish, one wish
Have fun with us, and what? Wanna run with us
We play in the jacuzzi, we bubblin’ nigga

[Chorus]
With a quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub

[Verse 1]
Gotta call my club bitch, she a fun bitch
She high class, not a bum bitch
She like to whip that Wraith down Sunset (Hollywood)
Been shopping all day (Beverly Hills), still ain’t done yet (for real, for real)
Giuseppe, Chanel, coochie coochie Gucci nails (for real, for real)
I’ma love ya, understand it later
Give your heart to a heartbreaker (for real, for real)
Pick a destination, pack your Marc Jacobs, it’s a vacay (for real, for real)
Call up Zaytoven (Zaytoven), in the 4×4 going crazy (skrr)

[Pre-Chorus]
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
They just only want, what they got? Only got one wish (one wish)
Have fun with us, and what? Wanna run with us
We play in the jacuzzi, we bubblin’ nigga

[Chorus]
With a quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub

[Verse 2]
Gotta call my club bitch, them club bitches
We gon’ hit the Bay, then what? Go dumb with it (go dumb)
When she in LA, she gon’ dodge a nigga
Yeah, club bitches, MIA, let the sun hit ’em
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
We play in the jacuzzi

[Outro]
Oh, woah
Cash splash NASA
Oh, woah
Cash splash NASA
Oh, woah

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LION BABE – Rockets (feat. Moe Moks)

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

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Jacob Sartorius – Hit Or Miss lyrics

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realize as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

How, how you doing? Girl tell me what it do
I see you with your friends but I’m tryna kick it with you
Thought you already knew, but you didn’t
I’m tryna roll with you so I can show you how we livin’
And I been on a mission tryna take you to the dance floor
We go up like NASA to the places that they can’t go
But what’s your name though? Didn’t even ask her
These other girls fake, I see through them like Casper
Get it, get it, get it

‘Cause girl you got me thinking we could really do it
This could be our chance I don’t wanna lose it
If you don’t think I care bout you I’ma prove it
And by the way, I really like the way you move it
So let’s keep going, don’t gotta stop
Please don’t worry about tomorrow, we just live it up
I know that there used to be girls in the past, but I forgot
Now you the only one all up in my thoughts

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realized as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

What you thinking? I think I need some Blues Clues
Losing my mind just to make sure I don’t lose you
So please just let me know, my heart’s a metronome
And if it stops beating then that means I’ll let you go
And now you know I’m glad I met you though
Because the second we connected, girl, our love is so electrical
And yeah, you way above the typical
So come with me and we can make it ’cause you never know
Get it, get it, get it

‘Cause girl you got me thinking we could really do it
This could be our chance I don’t wanna lose it
If you don’t think I care bout you I’ma prove it
And by the way, I really like the way you move it
So let’s keep going, don’t gotta stop
We ain’t worried ’bout tomorrow, we just live it up
I never be thinking ’bout those other girls, you all I got
It’s a hit or miss, come on baby take a shot

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realized as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

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Bitch – Ugly God lyrics

Lyrics Ugly God – Bitch

Bitch. (x17)

No I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
B*tch I’m a disaster, bite your b*tch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a KAPA b*tch
Boy I’m broke as f*ck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA b*tch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA b*tch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin.

B*tch. (x17)

B*tch you know my handle, hump your b*tch just like a camel
B*tch I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a b*tch I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper then the sewer
All my niggas shooters piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I f*cked her with no condom but no worries b*tch I’m neutered.

B*tchhh. (x33)
Ugly God lyrics
Video Ugly God

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B.o.B – Stanley Kubrick (Elements Album)

[Hook]
Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break, walking on
Walking on the moon

[Verse 1]
B.o.B, what the hell you doing?
What the fuck does Stanley Kubrick have to do with
Astronauts and moon men
Who the hell you fooling?
Fuck you and this whole stupid flat Earth movement
Well, if you don’t like it sue, even science proves it
You’re a college student, shouldn’t be assuming
Green screen, sound stage, sound proofing
Time to film a movie shoot
Gotta use my tools in the glass case
Astronaut suit footprint don’t match the boot
Been to the moon once and ain’t been back since
And I’m just trying to figure out where the tax dollars went
NASA

[Hook]
Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break, walking on
Walking on the moon

[Verse 2]
Not a huge fan of the award for the best rapper
But they give the moon man award to the best actor
Guess we must go straight to the source and let’s ask NASA
Uh, how do you explain the occurrence of lunar waves?
Why do we only see one half of the lunar face?
How do you explain air bubbles if you in space?
Why is it so important to lie to the human race?
Million mile internet that travels light years
But they can’t show a space shuttle re-enter the atmosphere, okay
To blast off you gotta practice Freemasonry
An acronym that stands for Not A Space Agency

[Hook: B.o.B]
Some may say, I’m wishing my days away, no way
And if it’s the price I pay, some say
Tomorrow’s another day, you’ll stay
Walking on, walking on the moon