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Staasia Daniels – Never Fade Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You can catch my breath
When you feel yours running out
My love relieves all stress
And there will never be a drought
There’s no coming
No coming down with you
[Pre-Hook]
I wanna stay, I wanna pray, I wanna play with you
All night never fade away
Let’s never fade away
And while we’re living don’t you ever slip between my fingers
Cause you’re my business and I’ll make sure that just stays between us
[Hook]
Ain’t that how love should go
Ain’t that how love should go
Ain’t that how love should go
Ain’t that how love should go
[Verse 2]
My love for you is like a river
Like the summer breeze makes my soul shiver
One look from you is more precious than gold
Let’s go grab some BBQ you know how it goes
[Pre-Hook]
I wanna pray, I wanna play with you
All night never fade away
Let’s never fade away
And while we’re living don’t you ever slip between my fingers
Cause you’re my business and I’ll make sure that just stays between us
[Hook]
Ain’t that how love should go
Ain’t that how love should go
Ain’t that how love should go
Ain’t that how love should go

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Dr. Yen Lo – Day 81 Lyrics

[Intro: From The Manchurian Candidate]
Oh you note-takers might set down a reminder to consult… (Metal)
…experiments in the hypnotic production of antisocial and self-injurious behaviour
[Verse 1: Ka]
I love blindly and hate with a focus
That define me, no fake could approach us
Believe in my ace, no faith in the jokers
Was praying late in ’88, taking them chokers
Thieving benjis, not even pennies safely in loafers
Forbidden living in the place full of roaches
Did A to Z, then agency, threw eighths to the hopeless
Went from bagging and dragging magnums to making a opus
Dumb hood, never understood caking with no risk
Shots peeling, not civilian, it’s blatant we soldiers
A rock climber, got drama breaking them boulders
Drive a smooth ride, pimps taking the motor
Told from jump, bump mine, pump on the front line
Rolled alone, not from a sober home, couldn’t unwind
Plans for static, if mans ain’t have it I brung mine
Dip in gold slippers, sifting cokes, calling one-time
We ride in fear, lotta years if cops caught us
Blocks forage, if not would’ve jotted in locked quarters
Sword the flock orders on board with top scorers
Props in here, call me papa bear, this hot porridge
Righteous bars, as far as your syntex, it’s insects
A raw writer, more spider you can’t spin next
Crime is how mind reward a doubt
Times are drought, climb that water spout
Itsy bitsy, slung to get crispy
Almost choked in the web spun to fix me
You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain
You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain
[Interlude]
Comrade, we thank you
If we may proceed with the demonstration
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]:
Grip the eagle in the green Regal
Live illegal, deceitful
Get the cream, I got a sweet tooth
Bend your queen up like a cheap boot
Creep through, one piece, that’s not a ski-suit
Squeeze a few, I heard geese flew
Keep a freak, at least two
Turn the weak beef to BBQ to get GQ
My unique hue, make bitches rock something that’s see-through
Time heals, reveal the pineal
Tires peel, YSL, you know the game, buy and sell
Got crack under the nails, Chanel, pink champale
Pelle Pelle mademoiselle, CL, left a chem trail
For intel, rinse your skin cell
Eighty-foot yacht with the windsail
Begin the tale, now let the wind tell
Then slide up in your femme fatale with G-E-L
Might wanna keep that on the DL
[Outro]
You say this man has been built as an assassin (Metal)

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BROCKHAMPTON – I BEEN BORN AGAIN Lyrics

You can’t fold, I stay grinnin’
No peekin’
[Bridge]
Go ahead and try harder
You ain’t gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees
And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin’ ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get yo’ muhfuckin’ ass on out there
That’s all you gon’ be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
[Outro: Matt Champion]
S-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
S-s-s-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They-they-they ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
(That’s right) Can’t come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the race, yeah
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
It’s better if I try not to talk about the shit that’s always on my mind
Money on my mind (That’s right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin’ down, hear me whine (Ooh)
We outside now (That’s right), milk carton in the back
We don’t like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin’ triggers in the ‘Lac (That’s right)
Made em’ pray, stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin’ waves back, stay strapped (That’s right)
Dancin’ like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain’t tellin’ backwards
Lies is like a actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin’ ’bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my part’ and them, Devil keep on robbin’ them
Expressin’ for myself, like I’m fuckin’ Dennis Rodman (That’s right)
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Like I’m Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (That’s right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain’t no answer, that’s my partna dem (That’s right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck? [Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
When I line ’em up, you know that I’m shootin’ (That’s right)
If you know I been in sewer, you know what we doin’ (That’s right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin’
Tell you basic bitches, “I know I’m a nuisance”
[Verse 4: Joba]
Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I’ma smoke some
Y’all ain’t want the smoke, been smokin’
Garden gnome shrooms, y’all, who is y’all? Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain’t broke, bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas ’til I’m dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I’m cornfed
Here we go again, hit ’em one mo’ ‘gain
Screw up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell, think I’m heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain’t know
Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
Breakin’ dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain’t trippin’, but copy that
It’s a wrap, keep my distance
Where’s Waldo, but we winnin’
Me and my dogs ain’t finished (That’s right)
The real know, what’s a billfold? This what it mean to ball? Play this song
[Intro: bearface]
Hot on the day, like I’m wildin’ for respect
It’s a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
Where you from, though?

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Daz Dillinger – Sorry Bitch (feat. Snoop Dogg & Kurupt)

[Intro]
Woman: Sorry ass niggas
Guy A: Ayy [?] gentleman and let these ladies eat first
Guy B: Yeah you act like you had no BBQ before. Let the ladies
Eat. Hoes gotta eat too
Woman: Wait a minute nigga who you callin’ a hoe? I ain’t no hoe

[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry bitch
We the crack niggas that you should be fuckin’ with
I’m mistaking you girlies and who you lookin’ for
And not a trick, a thug bitch and gucci hoe
Oh you really know, girl you really know
It’s you booty though, it’s my duty though
One thing that a nigga can’t stand though
[?] boyfriend, a nigga or your man though
I’m just too [?] for the pussy and the money
You could get [?] you ever could fuck me
When it comes to mine you get nadadada
Should do it for the dollar , sometimes I make you holla

[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
You really wanna shine with a nigga, high sign with a nigga
Snapchat or either facetime with a nigga
[?]
Thought that I was in love with you what makes you [?] ?
No roses no wine, four hoes on my side
Bitch I show you no signs
Lying to the fact that I’m a motherfucking pimp and I belong to the [?]
Ain’t no need to lie, shit we pimp or die
They call me [?] I’m from anoher whole tribe
No worries, I’m in a hurry
Let me say it to you like this punk bitch: I’m sorry

[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yo, all I wanna do is the make the whole crowd bounce ya (bounce ya!)
Bitch and your punky-ass [?] bouncin’ on my balls
Crenshaw to Martin Luther King [?]
[?]
Look bitch, shut the fuck up and cook bitch
A nigga hungry, punk bitch, bunk bitch
What the fuck you want bitch, besides dick
You ain’t gettin’ no cake ain’t nothin’ new
Besides [?] hoes gotta eat too
Shut the fuck up bitch, eat a dick bitch
Eat the [?] bitch, now listen
I’m sorry if it just didn’t work
You fuck too with the homies and I was first
But I damn sure ain’t the last
Just don’t get no one [?] stuck in your ass
I’m sorry bitch!

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry!

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Tiron & Ayomari – It’s A Trip

[AYOMARI]
Sun came out this morning, not a care in the air today
BBQ cueing by the food, food
Couple cute girls on the way
Told her bring some friends wit em
Fucked around, blew a speaker but it’s okay
Too hot for some pants, denim
Know they gon pull up in them shorts totally (oralé)
Beep beep
Who got the keys to my weed?
Who got the trees that I need?
Need some more fees for homies
Me amore gone for the weekend
Jodeci freek n you
Summer time sipping, got drank for you
No ring, but do got a thang for you
Kinda feen for you
Tipsy and turning up
I can’t get enough

[CHORUS]
This goes out to the head nod that you get when the bass boomin’
Got 10’s, 12’s even got 20’s for the sub, get ya movin
She don’t wanna hear what you got playing in your whip
When you pull up she get mad
Thats too bad
It’s a trip
And I
I know its getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this
I know it’s getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this

[TIRON]
More than my woman, she’s sort of my muse
It’s more than her aura, she’s sort of my fuse
It’s more than her booty and boobs, body is beautiful tho
More than her hair, makeup and shoes making me move
She’s more than rare
Regulars cool, poppin is cute
Not in her league
Goddess is key
She ain’t common but listen to Common
In between prima donna and the King of Diamonds
Namasté, namastā
I’m addicted
Imma never get tired, I’m addicted
Like, 3-6-5 I’m addicted
If it don’t hit then it ain’t shit
It it ain’t this, then it won’t work
If it don’t hurt (ow!)

So if she’s a 10 then she can hop in my whip
And if she bringing a friend, then ima ask if she thick
And we gon party till sun up, she down for all the above

She’ll hit you when she done
Cause the girl just wanna have fun
The girl just wanna have fun (uh)

[CHORUS]
This goes out to the head nod that you get when the bass boomin’
Got 10’s, 12’s even got 20’s for the sub, get ya movin
She don’t wanna hear what you got playing in your whip
When you pull up she get mad
Thats too bad
It’s a trip
And I
I know its getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this
I know it’s getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this

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2 Chainz – Day Party (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don’t be going out by the deep-end if you can’t swim
Ain’t no lifeguard, yeah, I’m a trife God
Yeah, I’m a trench guard, yeah, hit up this park

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

[Verse]
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Could thief jewel, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got ’em hot nose like a single
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of ’em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y’all can barely eat
I’m wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y’all niggas, most y’all niggas, showed y’all niggas
Coach y’all niggas, broke y’all niggas, smoked y’all niggas
Choked y’all niggas, poked y’all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter