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Elo Da Corrente – Fim Lyrics

Elo da Corrente
O Sonho Dourado da Família
Pit, Caio e PG mais uma vez
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Elo Da Corrente – Elo Da Corrente Lyrics

[Verso 1: Caio]
Levanto são, não vejo sábios pela rua
Me entrego ao que minha alma cultua diariamente
Sinestesia no ritmo e poesia
A voz dela já me dizia o que viria pela frente
Fujo do tema mas não sou indeciso
A tristeza é inerte, viver não é preciso
Passos e tropeços alternando as sessões
Perdas e conquistas no reger das canções
A gente erra mas não encerra a jornada
De vez em quando a gente ri e à deriva não entende nada
Terra dos loucos entendida por país tropical
Contribuindo nas causas do aquecimento global
Normal pra quem só entende a TV
Fatal nos anos que as saídas sumirão de você
Como a legenda que sobe e ninguém lê
Mas existe já que final repentino não se antevê
[Refrão: Pitzan e Caio]
Elo da Corrente, Caio, PG e Pitzan
A mente no amanhã os pés no presente
Elo da Corrente, a Rhima Rhara não para
A sonoridade equipara os de antigamente (2x)
[Verso 2: Pitzan]
Por onde a vida vai eu pinto minha aquarela
Não sou nenhum Hokusai mas também há cores em minha tela
Talvez não tão vivas, talvez não tão intensas
Porém todas enraizadas em meus princípios e crenças
Além das aparências o Elo leva essa porra
E é assim que será, será até que a gente morra
Mas não é fácil isso que ouço vejo e me sufoca
O que Miguel de Deus cantou hoje em meu peito toca
A morte já me mostrou duas vezes a sua face
E fez com que em meus olhos sua imagem memorizasse
Deixando-me perdido como num labirinto
Não, não vem do frio esse arrepio que sinto
Vem das lembranças desse passado tão vivo
São elas quem tornam o presente menos nocivo
Futuro é um mistério mas mantenho meus critérios na luta
Quem te fez acreditar que a vida é uma disputa? [Refrão: Pitzan e Caio]
Elo da Corrente, Caio, PG e Pitzan
A mente no amanhã os pés no presente
Elo da Corrente, a Rhima Rhara não para
A sonoridade equipara os de antigamente (2x)

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AKDAAN Lyrics and Video Song – Dilpreet Dhillon

Ve boldi ni jatti nakhra hi boldaeOh munda haaseyan de vichon mathe’aayi doldae
Oh boldi ni jatti nakhra hi boldaeHo munda haaseyan de vichon mathe’aayi doldae
Main rang chunni nu karaya atthwaanTe velly matching karaun jaandaeVe shonk naar da harek pugdaeTe jatt aakdan pugaun jaandae
Main rang chunni nu karaya atthwaanTe velly matching karaun jaandaeVe shonk naar da harek pugdaeTe jatt aakdan pugaun jaandae
Ve mere Ludhiana shehar ton print suit aunde neO tauri jatt sare Patiala cho theonde neHo charcha suni main hit jodi de group diBatth huni likhde te Dhillon huni gaunde ne
Ve gutt fadu koi daler gabruDhillon hiq naal laun jaandae
Ve shonk naar da harek pugdaeTe jatt aakdan pugaun jaandaeHaaye ve shonk naar da harek pugdaeTe akdaan pugaun jaandae
Ve over clever aan to jatti nu allergyOye hukam sunaunda jatt puchda ni marziSaheliyan ni keeti ae demand tainu lehange diHo pakka hi bathaa du thoddi PG moore darji
Ve mehnga ishq kamauna chobbaraVe munda yaariyan kamaun jaandae
Haaye ve shonk naar da harek pugdaeTe jatti aakdan pugaun jaandae
Haye ve shonk naar da harek pugdaeTe jatti aakdan pugaun jaandae Desi Crew..Desi Crew.. Desi Crew.. Desi Crew..

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Shoreline Mafia – Bathing Ape Lyrics

[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

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Roy Woods – Something New lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh
Woah, yeah, ooh

[Verse 1]
You’re a queen and I’m a king, just me and you
Tonight is the night to act a fool, yeah
Talk to me and love me
Diss me and I’ll act like something new
I need more weed
Hennessy, a little codeine, baby
Just keep it clean
PG, baby
‘Til you and me be rated R and you’re a star, baby

[Chorus]
Miss, miss, miss
I miss, miss, miss everything
I miss, I miss, I miss
All I wanna do
Something new
Something new
All I wanna do
Something new

[Verse 2]
Talk, talk to me, don’t stop
Talk back to me, don’t stop
Dancin’ on this beat
I got memories for you
I love those walks and talks on beaches
Like we out in Egypt
You give me, mm-mm, cold fever
I am not too tired to go home
Can I take you back up to my room, girl?
I wanna do something brand new
Teach you things that you ain’t know was possible
But tonight, girl, you are in my care

[Chorus]
Miss, miss, miss
I miss, miss, miss everything
I miss, I miss, I miss
All I wanna do
Something new
Something new
All I wanna do
Something new

[Verse 3]
I wanna know what’s goin’ on
So tell me why we talkin’ on this phone
Girl, I wanna know right now, right now, right now
No mistakes, no mistakes, nah nah
I cannot have complaints, no complaints, na na
I feel like Offset, no complaints, na na na
Oh na na, oh na na
Talk to me mama
You say “Talk to me papa”
Oh, yah yah yah

[Chorus]
Miss, miss, miss
I miss, miss, miss everything
I miss, I miss, I miss
All I wanna do
Something new
Something new
All I wanna do
Something new

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IDK – Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Badass & Russ)

[Verse 1: IDK]
This is what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
What people paid paper for dammit
This that goin’ to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him
And I ain’t gotta act like I’m from there, I’m real
Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you link ’em they daffodil
Meanwhile I’m just runnin’ back kick returns back on the field
Where the Redskins be losing but we gon’ support ’em still
That’s how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I’m lit
I rub on her clit, she drip
Then I cum on her tits
How common is this to spit like a fucking attempt, I’m murdering shit
I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your fucking event
I take the check and dip, moments later it’s spent
You take the check and shit, it’s enough for your ‘rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain’t good enough, prick?
Uhh, I think that I’m top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one
And I’m still not done
Trump supporters’ daughter love me, so I still think that we won
She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
This what you been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
It’s a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain’t got to explain it
This lane, I done paved it (right)
I done paid my dues, now I’m just collecting payments (collect)
One verse, that’s gon’ be your whole life savings
If I was you, I’d be makin’ funeral arrangements
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up)
Hit you with the bar that I’m raisin’
I come in guns blazin’ (facts)
We gon’ see who get the last laugh (hah)
It’s funny ’cause these niggas always trippin’ off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke until somebody get choked
Choked off the very words that they spoke
List here though, it’s getting near close
‘Bout to blow your brain through your fucking ear lobes
This one, the kid been gon’ for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot when he blast off, won’t miss him

[Verse 3: Russ]
Somebody gon’ die tonight
Rappers see me but don’t say shit like they don’t have vocals
And they be dissin’ on the socials like they don’t have Pro Tools
They think you up until you’re big enough
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I’m already eight figures up
Y’all are in the minors still, I’m Willie Mays
Y’all still jumpin’ out of bed for 50k
I roll back over and continue fucking all y’all’s favorite
I’m the greatest, and I’m not stoppin’ ’til all y’all say it
Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals
I’m in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a
Part of the formula that put me here so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)

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Dj Khaled – Down For Life Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Down For Life Lyrics

[DJ Khaled & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
DJ Khaled!
Another One!
We the Best Music!

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Future:]
P-A-I-D N F-U-L-L
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops
Yeah, f**k 12
Roll it up tight, then put it in a L
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
I used to get down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K on an amateur
I get 100K out a bag
I spent 100K on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB
I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Ya money nigga no PG, Slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, We made a film in ’80s
Here come another one, Khaled
Here come another one, Khaled

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you
Niggas love to hate
Bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you
I can’t lie, I can’t lie
You’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill ’em if they say some
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (Straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Rick Ross:]
The season success
6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle
Then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers
Just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill
Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Kodak Black:]
Tell me you ready
Baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second
Won’t take you for granted
I’mma treat you like the fed-ex
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check
And that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet
She wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental
I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you f**king with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[DJ Khaled, Rick Ross & Travis Scott:]
It’s We The Best for life (Straight up)
DJ Khaled, We The Best Music
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
Another one

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DJ Khaled – Down For Life (feat. Partynextdoor, Future, Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Kodak Black) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled!
Another one!
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Whoa, can’t let you roll
I’ll let you know that’s she’s the one, not the two
Yeah yeah yeah, shade without the H
Most think we smooth with this young nigga attitude

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
P-A-I-D in F-U-L-L (Super)
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops, yeah, fuck 12
Roll it up tight then put it in the air
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
Icing you down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo your caliber
24k on an amateur, I get 100k out a bag
I spent 100k on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB, I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Young money nigga no PG, slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, we made a film at AMC’s
Here come another one, Khaled; here come another one, Khaled
(Another one)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR, DJ Khaled & Travis Scott]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah (yah, yah, straight up)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you (yah!)
Niggas love to hate, bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you (straight up)
I can’t lie, I can’t lie, you’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill shit if they say some’ (yah!)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The season success, 6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle, then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers, just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill; Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR, Kodak Black & Rick Ross]
Just be down for life (Kodak) just be down for life (Kodak)
Just be down for life, I’mma be down for life (Kodak)
I’ll be down for life (woo) just be down for life (woo)
And just be ready, you with it (woo), yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
Tell me you ready, baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second, won’t take you for granted
I’ma treat you like the fetty
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check, and that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet, she wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental, I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you fucking with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Travis Scott]
Khaled!
It’s We the Best for life (straight up)
DJ Khaled!
We the Best Music!
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
(Another one)

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Future – Sorry (Hndrxx Album)

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t really tryin’
I ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 1]
I was in the U.K. thinkin’, shit don’t feel the same
Addy got me daydreamin’, hope I ain’t goin’ insane
Hard to say you care about me, when this mink draggin’ to the floor
Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home
I breathe the air she breathes
It’s hard to breathe on my own
It’s somethin’ ’bout infidelity
Make me check every single stone
Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew
‘Cause I’ve been gettin’ fly, since Evisu
Made her spit sides in Ibiza
I can get you off in Belgium
Diamonds shining off very seldom
Grab a couple chicks, then nail them
Take ’em to the hood, then sell them
Fam come first, you never fail them
Rebellious, always respect my elders
That’s why I might treat you like I’m careless
Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby
If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real
Pack was too small, I ain’t have it vacuum sealed
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil’
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame change, a ho loves the way I give
Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal
Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 2]
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that’s a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga usin’
Grab the .50 carbon, hit him with the tool
I’m not tryna argue, I got issues
You see what I’ve been put up against, baby
You see why I’ve been tryna make the rent, baby
Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby
Dime rose, ’bout to get lynched, baby
It’s hard to caress you
All your bad energy, it’s hard to bless you
Commercial flights gettin’ too hectic
V12 motors, my confession
Tryna identify, you look sketchy
I’m a real nigga, it’s hard to accept me

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 3]
Hot tenderoni, Bobby Brown ooh
Child is so phony, I got somethin’ to prove
Work every day like I got somethin’ to lose
Oxycont’ got me flown up, nothin’ new
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Money stand up and it got me seduced
I got that hot dope, but I got that boost though
Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole
These bitches some thot hoes
I hit the lotto in South Africano
Yacht party, sittin’ at the dock of the condo
Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto!
Better come with a combo
Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana
Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, Mufasa
I don’t know Spanish, I barely talk proper
It became problems when I didn’t send flowers
King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher
Goshies and Rollies, yeah fuck all the police
Shout out my woadie, he smashin’ the C.O
My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo
We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru
Pimp like a rollin’ stone, high when I greet you
Diamonds just fall on you, effortlessly ball on you
L-O-to-V-E, I hope you get greedy
Chasers do numbers, man chains is on Fiji
Kidnapped your heart ’cause you gave it too easy
Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Geezy
Shout out to DiDi, got goonies on speedy
She like it rated, ain’t nothin’ ’bout her PG
I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian? Super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up and made it
Long as my dawgs here, bitches betrayed me
Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known it
I turned the pages, heavily sedated
Too many clone me, too many phonies
Armani on me, you never warned me
How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?
Gold chains and rings, they’re so easily gettin’ offended
Spendin’ all your show money tryna keep up with my image
Fuck around, take a O from me, and never give a penny
Fuck y’all, I skrrt off ’cause everything shitty
I hit my first model, stepped up my pimpin’
Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed
Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city
In and out of time zones, runnin’ up a billi’
Indian Cherokee, clarity, shinin’ is therapy
Mami Israeli (Mami Israeli)

[Chorus]
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna…

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Future – Sorry Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t really tryin’
I ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 1]
I was in the U.K. thinkin’, shit don’t feel the same
Addy got me daydreamin’, hope I ain’t goin’ insane
Hard to say you care about me, when this mink draggin’ to the floor
Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home
I breathe the air she breathes
It’s hard to breathe on my own
It’s so not different than the tea
Make me check every single stone
Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew
‘Cause I’ve been gettin’ fly, sippin’ diesel
Made her spit sides in Ibiza
I can get you off in Belgium
Tryna shine me off very seldom
Grab a couple chicks, then nail them
Take ’em to the hood, then sell them
Fam come first, you never fail them
Rebellious, always respect my elders
That’s why I might treat you like I’m careless
Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby
If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real
Pack was too small, I ain’t have it vacuum sealed
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil’
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame change, a ho loves the way I give
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 2]
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that’s a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga usin’
Grab the .50 carbon, hit him with the tool
I’m not tryna argue, I got issues
You see what I’ve been put up against, baby
You see why I’ve been tryna make the rent, baby
Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby
Dime rose, ’bout to get lynched, baby
It’s hard to convince you
All your bad energy, it’s hard to bless you
Commercial flights gettin’ too hectic
V12 motors, my confession
Tryna identify you, you look sketchy
I’m a real nigga, it’s hard to accept me

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 3]
Hopped in the ‘Rari, by the ground, ooh
Child is so phony, I got somethin’ to prove
Work every day like I got somethin’ to lose
I’m sick, I got me flown up, nothin’ new
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Money stand up and it got me seduced
I got that hot though, but I got that loose though
Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole
These bitches some thot hoes
I hit the lotto in South Africano
Yacht party, sittin’ at the dock of the condo
Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto
Better come with a combo
Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana
Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, Mufasa
I don’t know Spanish, I barely talk proper
Implicate problems when I did send flowers
King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher
Goshies and Rollies, I fuck on a police
Shout out my woadie, he smashin’ the CO
My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo
We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru
Built like a rollin’ stone, high when I greet you
Tryna just stall on you, efficiently ball on you
L-O-to-V-E, I hope you get greedy
Chasers do numbers, man chasers on VG
Couldn’t have your heart ’cause you gave it to easy
Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Jeezy
Shout out to DD, got goonies on speedy
She like it rated, ain’t nothin’ ’bout her PG
I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian, super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up and made it
Long as my dawgs and bitches betrayed you
Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known that
I turned the pages, heavily sedated
Too many clone me, too many phonies
Armani on me, you never warned me
How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?
Gold chains and rings, they’re so easily gettin’ offended
Spendin’ all your show money tryna keep up with my image
Fuck around, take a whole [?] and never give a penny
Fuck y’all, I skrrt off ’cause everything shitty
I hit my first model stepped up my pimpin’
Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed
Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city
In and out of time zones, runnin’ up a billi’
Indian Cherokee, clarity
Shinin’ is therapy, money is ready
Money is ready

[Chorus]
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna…