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Skyrider – Currency lyrics

Intro:
Money, money, money, money, money
Skrr skrr
Money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego ego)
Money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego ego)
Yeah right!! Sky!
Money, money, money, money, money,
Owo kudi ego ego

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Verse 1:
Omo na hustling backwards if you spend time chasing bitches
Cause they come easily to a young nigga that keeps getting this riches
So it’s money first, trips next, that’s how I’m keeping the focus
Cause when you get the mullah then you be the focus
Money, money on my mind
Got a nigga on the grind
What’s life if you no dey see money, mehn I’d rather be blind
Dangote, Dangote, Dangote
Mo fe lo wo bi ti Dangote
So if you no fit help me make money, comot for my team nagode
My life be like chess coz I be all about the cheque mate
I care about the dollars, as for the dullards let them hate
I’m all about the investment, trying just to be the best man
Who blew up from the basement to be Bill Gates replacement

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Verse 2:
I need the dough like a baker
Make my team dey ball like the Lakers
Bringing the heat like Miami
Mo fe ra Bentley fun iya mi
Baba mi range rover or hummer
Fly won abroad fun summer
Ntori yi ni mo te pa mo se on a everyday cause the money Ko normal
I need a rollie on my wrist
Expensive kicks on my feet
Mansions by the beach
Fancy cars in my fleet
Know I dream big, know I dream big though my bed be pretty small
I dey on ikunle looking for gold, baba God pick up the call
Like a one minute man I want the money coming fast
I don dey grind since, oluwa let the pepper rest
The plan is quite simple, na just to get this money
To ba ti se yen tan, na to get more ni

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Verse 3:
Pay me the money, client pay me the money
Pay me the money cause being broke ain’t funny
Pay me the money, client pay me the money
Pay me the money cause being broke ain’t funny
Steady steady on my hustle hustle
Ti o ba le grind, ogbeni lo sun
But na still upon the bicycle you go dey when this boy go bubble
Some say all na vanity vanity
Cool story shey ki stomach mi empty
Abi ki iya mi ma ri anything
Make money fall on me, oshey gravity
I be grinding on a 24/7
Sell something worth 2 for 7
Team be balling like winning eleven
Like winning eleven, like winning eleven
Hope we get to heaven
Owo lo sure ju ni gboro
Owo lo sure ju ni gboro
Owo lo sure ju ni gboro
Sky! I gotta get the dough

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

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Playboi Carti – Right Now (feat. Pi’erre Bourne) lyrics

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I let her count it, too much to balance
I can’t even balance
Got a bitch in my palace
And she work at palace
And a bih at Magic
And she me let me have it
She let me smash it, she let me pass it
Baby no cap (baby no cappin’)
I’m on the block I got the Glock
I want the static
I got the bitch all on the pipe, just like a addict
I got the bih all on the pipe calling me daddy
I’m with the stick, I’m in the 6, I’m in the wagon
I’m in the bitch, I’m in the bricks, I’m in the ashes
I got that white I got that dope, I got that ashy
Sellin’ that soap, sellin’ that soap, selling that nasty
I’m on the block, just like a po’ fuckin’ a bandit
I’m on the block, I got them I got them
We gotta go, we gotta go, hop in the ghost
Then I go ghost
Ooh, ooh

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now

[Verse 2: Pi’erre Bourne]
[?] right now
Bags of the future
Did it all off computers, hey
Bill Gates, aye
All my bills paid, hey
For real
Got that good gas, for real
Put you on your ass, for real
Got that good gas, for real
Put you on your ass, for real
Yeah, flex for real
And they mad for real
I got cash, for real
Hunnid dollar bills
Yeah these all real bills
Yeah, motherfuck how you feel
I’m at Dr. Phil
She just got called to get killed
[?] And she come through lyft
You can talk to my dawgs

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
I got bitches wanna see Pi’erre right now
I got bitches wanna see Carti right now
All these diamonds in my teeth, I had to smile
Right now, right now
Told that bitch to get down right now
Touch your toes, bend it over right now
All this money, all this guap, it’s in the pad

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now

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A Broken Silence – Caught Up In Fiction Lyrics

A BROKEN SILENCE
Caught Up In Fiction Lyrics

HOOK
(Cactus) I was caught up in fiction I lied to the world, told her a change
won’t follow, I told her don’t waste your time anymore
(Torch) a renegade gotta face a change, stay away from them wasted days now
break.

VERSE 1
Man, this the life of the cool folks and them cliché muso’s reach for that
ouzo, keep drinking till that booze goes, travelled more then a few roads,
worn are my shoe soles, some rapping for that kulo, i stayed glad with the
kudos, grabbing at fools gold, from that spot I couldn’t move no, pinned
back like judo, trapped… Robinson Crusoe. We always blazed on the
weekdays and we normally sleep late pause then we replay. Sort of thought
there’d never be change but now I like my b’ day for Torcha it’s D-day. We
always blazed on the weekdays and we normally sleep late, pause then we
replay. Sorta thought there’d never be change but now I like my b’day for
Torcha it’s D-day.

HOOK
(Cactus) I was caught up in fiction I lied to the world, told her a change
won’t follow, I told her don’t waste your time anymore
(Torch) a renegade gotta face a change, stay away from them wasted days now
break.

VERSE 2
We got props for them hot bars, been on dust like rock stars cuffed up in
cop cars, screaming out they should stop war but every spot that we pub
crawl none stop got brawls. Many chasing that feeling and by age
twenty-eight probably wasted a million. From this day dig my heals in, I’ll
never be Bill Gates but I’m gonna build for my children, so what it took to
be a man now is put some plans down, never look for them hand outs. Now
torch in the cockpit, what’s more it’s a rocket, we off, watch this… Many
thinking you’re at loss kid, piss poor were them options Naught in my
pockets. Many thinking your at loss kid, piss poor were them options naught
in my pockets. Many thinking you’re at loss kid, piss poor were them
options naught in my pockets. Since the call from the doctors, I had my bad
thoughts packed all into boxes.

HOOK
(Cactus) I was caught up in fiction I lied to the world, told her a change
won’t follow, I told her don’t waste your time anymore
(Torch) a renegade gotta face a change, stay away from them wasted days now
break.

BRIDGE
So I told her I’m switching up. To live it up with a different buzz, now
that wisdoms come.
So I told her I’m switching up. To live it up with a different buzz, now
that wisdoms come.
So I told her I’m switching up. So I told her …

(Cactus) I told her a change won’t follow
(Torcha) a renegade, gotta face the change, stay away from the wasted days
now break
(Cactus) I told her a change won’t follow
(Torcha) a renegade, gotta face the change, stay away from the wasted days
now break
(Cactus) I told her a change won’t follow
(Torcha) a renegade, gotta face the change, stay away from the wasted days
now break
(Cactus) I told her a change won’t follow
(Torcha) a renegade, gotta face the change, stay away from the wasted days
now break
(Cactus) I told her a change won’t, I needed a change though, I told her
don’t waste your time anymore.

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Soulja Boy – Bitches goin’ ham Lyrics

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I’m So Fucking Rich Man (soulja)
Smokin on da pisert (soulja)
Hold up bitch get back , Shoot Em With Da AK
5 On My Chest Swaggin With Dat V-Neck
S.O.D Bitch Man Were So Up There
Man Were Gettin Money, Rolling From The Dice hoe
S.O.D Bitch, My Chain Make A LightShow
Big Money Nigga, Big Money Figga
Bitch Made Haters, Balling Like The Lakers (Kobe)
Bitch I’m Getting Paper, In Dat Navigator
I’m In Dat New Buggati, Smoking In That Gati
12 Gauge Shawty, Shooting Up the Party
9 On Me Shawty. Surfing Going Naughty

[Hook]
Bitches Going Ham [x8]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Bitch I’m So Swagged Up, Bitch I Gotta Work
S.O.D Bitch, Rolled Up From My Shirt
High 30 Flights, In The Fuckin Air
Rick Hulk Hogan, Neck Rick Flair
Im hollin, Just like lil b smokin’ on that shit
Higher than a bitch, nigga check my wrist
Fifty thousand racks, SOD boy 365 taxs
365 black, Bitches going dummy
Smokin color (color) same gummy
Damn Rambo (Rambo) eating gumbo
Smokin thrax, loud pack
All black everything I’m lookin’ like a king
SOD boys let my fuckin’ jewelry bling
Put that on everything, I’m worth a bout a billion
You can call me Bill Gates, smoking out the window
Loud pack bitch playing hoes like Nintendo
Shout out to my to my friends doe, shout out to my kinfolk
Money in my Findo, 300 on the floor
SOD bitch, money like galore Oh my God
Bitches goin’ ham [x7]
Circles circles (circles) like a cyclone
I’m gone, I’m gone. 30 thousand

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Vince Staples – Bagbak

[Verse 1]
This is for my future baby mama
Hope your skin is black as midnight
I’ll take you out that Honda
I can put you in a Benz, I can balance out your chakras
Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless
Oh father, oh the heavens, as I pray for new McLarens
Pray the police don’t blow me down cause of my complexion
Everybody think they know me now
Cause I’m chicken-checkin’
Negro, you are not my homie
How dare you think it’s different
Boy, you trippin’

[Hook]
Gas break, I dipped
The cash came, I flipped
I stack that, yeah I stack that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don’t ask to chat
And don’t ask for bitches, bagbak I’m trippin’
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me homie

[Verse 2]
Boy oh boy and we are
Floating on the Dions
Go until they take my bro and em out them city CRs
Prison system broken
Racial war commotion
Until the president get that, shit Vincent won’t be votin’
We need Tomikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office
Obama ain’t enough for me, we only getting started
The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects
So today, love my dark skin
Bitch I’m goin’ all in

[Hook]
Gas break, I dipped
The cash came, I flipped
I stack that, yeah I stack that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don’t ask to chat
And don’t ask for bitches, bagbak I’m trippin’
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me homie

[Interlude]
They found it
Depth close to 3,230 feet
A deep dive, but within acceptable range

[Verse 3]
Clap your hands if the police ever profile
You don’t gotta worry, don’t be scared because we own ya
Ain’t no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now, we on now
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now

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Canibus – Escape To Victory Lyrics

[Canibus]

Damn I’m in Nottingham, I can’t believe it
I came from the West Indies on some emcee shit
I double step for clips a day
I train green, black, maroon and blue berets
I sell a dream to you, I sell the oxygen you breathe to you
When I’m done I make a thief of you
And I always share a piece of you
‘Cause the chances are by now you’re probably a meat lover too
Prepare for the blitzkrieg blur of the Fuhrer
Put my CD in your Walkman and watch it slowly stir
Listen to my ‘Beast from the East’ verse
If you wanna witness the world’s illest rapper at work
Perhaps some of my earlier work, ‘Music Makes Me High’
Uni-4-Orm and a couple of Clue tapes going berserk
One of the greatest rappers in the Universe
Literally crush you lyrically, fuck what you think of me

[Hook]

[Canibus]

Call the city of Nottingham, tell them I’m dropping in
Prepare the pussy and weed, for me as your offerings
I have a Rip the Jacker conference
Get the Queen to sponsor it and invite members of parliament
Ring the states, talk to Bill Gates
‘Cause I’m obsessed with the Microsoft X-Box that microprocessed
I’ll ask him if he’s heard a hundred bars yet
Be psychotically complex climb on top secret documents
Show him that I’m not impressed and I’m not a threat
Tell him the album drops of October 25th
Fifteen pounds or fifteen hundred pence
‘C’ True Hollywood Stories from Canibus
Shows I’m booking them now, push me around get chucked in the mouth
I’ll permanently fuck up your smile
I’m like a crook in your house or Foot and Mouth
On the hunt for some cows, I shouldn’t be allowed to run around
In your town running them up, hopping out a Canibus bus
Fans bum rush me, am I stunning or what?
Canibus and Joe Buhdha bunning it up
Sixteen’s is not enough, you need a hundred and up
Follow the Leader ’til you find Jesus
Let’s take a moment of Silence for Aaliyah she was a diva
One in a million I flow brilliant
Bent spoons with my mind before but I never filmed it
You fronting if you never heard me spit ill shit
You lying if you said I never killed it
You build with wigs and stick, I build with bricks
Opened the seventh seal after I revealed the sixth
Steel the fifth, get on some Four Horsemen shit
My third, second and first verse metaphors are sick

[Hook]

[Canibus]

This is the ‘Escape To Victory’
The Ripper is more talented than Mr. Ripley and more risky than circus gypsies
Born in the 50’s and was ripping by the 60’s
And still remember the first time that I removed the man’s kidneys
With these, like a Nightmare on Elm Street dream
Mini machetes sharper than Wolverine’s
Injections to the neck or suppress the screams
Leave clues behind for the forensics team that inspects the scene
Serial killing machines to the extreme
An all eye seeing in-theory- that being, surgically supreme MD, slash MC
Slash you across the cheek, and leave a gash that bleeds profusely
Truthfully the cut is too deep
And the motherfucking Rippers running loose through the streets
Slippery as WD40 oozing from the feet
Canibus and Joe Buhdah ripping the streets

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Run The Jewels – Hey Kids (Bumaye) (feat. Danny Brown) (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro]
Hey, hey k-
Hey kids!
(This is so crazy!)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
Get ’em, got ’em, shout ’em, and flipped the matress
Woo! I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin’ it
Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
Domain eminent, we the preeminant
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin’ it, yeah

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 2: El-P]
Aye, aye kids
I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared
You do not get one word
You do not live for the heard
Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
That is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It’s like nothin’ not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya’ neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin’ incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it’s Wednesday
I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on ’em twenty-eight
Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned
Please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone

[Outro]
You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you

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Beyoncé – Formation lyrics

[Intro]
What happened at the New Wil’ins?
Bitch, I’m back by popular demand

[Verse 1]
Y’all haters corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I’m so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby hair with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag

[Bridge]
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh, yes, you besta believe it

[Verse 2]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind ’til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go hard
Get what’s mine, I’m a star
Cause I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay
All day, I slay, I slay, I slay
We gon’ slay, gon’ slay, we slay, I slay
I slay, okay, I slay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

[Verse 3]
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making

[Verse 4]
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

[Outro]
Girl, I hear some thunder
Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord

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Bladee & Thaiboy Digital – Still In Search Of Sunshine (Avp Album Album)

[Hook: Bladee]
Still in search of sunshine
I’m still on the front line
Gotta get it one time
Double-crossing both sides
I still got my closed eyes
Medicine with crushed ice
AvP watch out it’s cold out
Sometimes I can’t keep the ghosts out

[Verse 1: Bladee]
I gotta disinfect
I’m gone in a sec
You hit my phone about some money we can reconnect
I’m with the Drain Gang bitch gonna drain your neck
You must’ve thought that I was playing but who told you that
I take over the city off a percocet
I took her heart she was your girl it wasn’t working man
What is the fucking meaning someone tell me that
I’m blade running in Miami with 200 racks
I make it so you meet me there’s a price for that
I’m out in public with my razor and my Jason mask
Got 20 floors beneath me but I’m with the rats
I’m burning through the money cause I know I’ll get it back

[Bridge: Bladee]
Margiela veil
Opiates for sale
Drugs under my nails
Get my money through the mail
I wanna know where do it go
Still in search of sunshine going to the coast

[Hook: Bladee]
Still in search of sunshine
I’m still on the front line
Gotta get it one time
Double-crossing both sides
I still got my closed eyes
Medicine with crushed ice
AvP watch out it’s cold out
Sometimes I can’t keep the ghosts out

[Verse 3: Thaiboy Digital]
Hey Thaiboy tell em what it do
You think you flexin’ boy who, boy who
Rich as Bill Gates, came outta Shield Gang
Thaiboy Goon pull up from the east like a real champ
AvP shawty you know we don’t like to dance
Gotta story in this foreign land
Nobody understand they can’t fuck with that
Shield Gang, you can fuck with that
Had a heart attack
But I came back
She can’t do me like that
While I’m smoking on this pack
Woke up in the bank and I’m higher than my rank
Flexin’ like a tank
GTB Shield Gang