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Headie One – Again Lyrics

[Chorus]
They want me in trouble again
Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again
Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again
That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again
And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again
Still try do man f**kery again, man hope I get lucky again
Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again
Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
[Verse 1]
Me and big bro don’t ramp no more, that’s probably cos we’re too alike
17 bought a dots for apes and a q of light, all we knew was white
These pigs don’t want me to shine, got me sitting down doing life
Getting mad cos they’re under staffed, and they’re just unlocked to a tie
Young nigga in Feltham, all a nigga knew was fight
Last year I went 4 months basic, Tameside breached my human rights
Just done ride a licence, and I ain’t even booked a flight
Came home and I built 2 lines cos I’m really tryna make up for used up time
How many times we doing 90 on the M, f**k all of these opps
I wish I could fit 90 in the skeng, before I ever did it in O
I really have to try it in the ends, I just counted up some racks
I remember having no money on my spends, they think I do juju
Cos I got NFA for another attempt
Bad b didn’t wanna know, now they all tell me they love me again
But I gotta put the trap first, invest this bread into skengs
Cah it’s true when these bitches say know your worth
These opps ain’t done a one dirt, in Tottenham I still feel at home like Spurs
[Chorus]
They want me in trouble again
Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again
Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again
That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again
And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again
Still try do man f**kery again, man hope I get lucky again
Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again
Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
[Verse 2]
Sport this 1 level on a trackie, I could never look tacky
I make everybody feel trappy
Do this ting live in the streets, even the kittys wanna help with the bagging
Nought 9 down to the t, stretch this package Mr. Fantastic
I really walk this walk on the streets, dem man dere just type it
Money on my mindset, I got the hustle gene no Wyclef
How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident
I just exercise my right to silence, I hit the jailhouse and ride it
If man get [?] try diet, that servery [?] I’ll fly it
Until I get tired, that’s hella headbutts and flykicks
I touch road on violence, that’s blood all over my Nike ticks
Big bro showed me to f**k with the press and the Pyrex
Still tryna make a killing off the BMW and I don’t mean the i8
That’s all my trapphone jimming, I come like I put it on ‘roids
My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void
My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void
[Chorus]
They want me in trouble again
Want me in induction again, [?] giving instructions again
Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again
That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again
And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again
Still try do man f**kery again, man hope I get lucky again
Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again
Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again

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LANY – Pancakes lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pick up the phone, I swear to god, I miss you
I love the way you sound when it’s dark outside
Pancakes, Champagne, 15 away, it’s almost 2
Those hands, the way your fingers fit between mine

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not any good at secrets
Could we fill a roll of film?
The way those old Levi’s look on you
Got me thinking, “Damn, I’m in”

[Chorus]
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo, hoo ooh hoo”

[Verse 2]
You are the best, please don’t ever change on me
Cloud nine times nine my mind when I’m gone with you
Pancakes, champagne, babe, can I stay? It’s almost 3
My hands get cold in that BMW

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not any good at secrets
Could we fill a roll of film?
The way those old Levi’s look on you
Got me thinking, “Damn, I’m in”

[Chorus]
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo, hoo ooh hoo”

[Chorus]
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo,” that’s the way my heart feels
“Hoo ooh hoo, hoo ooh hoo”

[Outro]
Pancakes
Pancakes, champagne
Pancakes
Pancakes, champagne
Pancakes, champagne

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Adele – Fast Love lyrics

Adele with “Fast Love” is a tribute to George Michael.

Fast Love lyrics

Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down

Looking for some education
Made my way into the night
All that bullsh*t conversation
Baby can’t you read the signs?

I won’t bore you with the details, baby
I don’t even want to waste your time
Let’s just say that maybe
You could help to ease my mind
Baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

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But if you’re looking for fastlove
If that’s love in your eyes
It’s more than enough
Had some bad love
So fast love is all that I’ve got on my mind

Ooh baby
What’s there to think about, baby?
Hey baby, oh yeah

Looking for some affirmation
Made my way into the sun
My friends got their ladies
They’re all having babies
But I just want to have some fun

I won’t bore you with the details, baby
Gonna get there in your own sweet time
Let’s just say that maybe
You could help to ease my mind
Baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fastlove
If that’s love in your eyes
It’s more than enough
Had some bad love
Some fastlove is all that I’ve got on my mind
Get yourself some lessons in love

So close
I can taste it now, baby
So close

In the absence of security
I made my way into the night
Stupid cupid keeps on calling me
But I see nothing in his eyes
I miss my baby (Oh, yeah)
I miss my baby (tonight)
So why don’t we make a little room in my BMW, babe?
Searching for some peace of mind
Hey, I’ll help you find it
I do believe that we are practicing the same religion

Oh, you really ought to get up now
That’s right
Oh you really oughta get up
(Ooh ooh, baby baby)
Oh yeah
Looking for some affirmation

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Krimi mala – Connect tekst

Tekst Connect – Krimi mala

Nju ne zanima lova
Nju ne zanima lova
Audi i BMW
niti skupa garderoba
crna koža i Mercedes.(krimi mala)

Ona lijepa je do bola
voli stvari koje vrijede
nikad neće biti tvoja
ona želi samo mene.

Ona ona ona želi samo mene.

O kakvo kakvo kakvo telo ima
celi klub snima
oči ko Emina usne ko Severina
Ova mala mala diže me ko Marijana
labilna ko Ana rola ko Rihanna.

Ona je fina mala
ako treba biće krimi mala
nije daleko od kriminala
tjelom ubija kill me kill me mala.

Nju ne zanima lova
Audi i BMW
niti skupa garderoba
crna koža i Mercedes.

Ona lijepa je do bola
voli stvari koje vrijede
nikad neće biti tvoja
ona želi samo mene.

Ona ona ona želi samo mene.

Ni kamione ni milione
ni ni ni Dolar ni Eure
versuri-lyrics.info
ni silikone ni avione
ona želi samo mene.

Ona je fina mala
ako treba biće krimi mala
nije daleko od kriminala
tjelom ubija kill me kill me mala.

Nju ne zanima lova
Audi i BMW
niti skupa garderoba
cena koža i Mercedes.

Ona nije tvoja bomba
voli stvari koje vrijede
nikad neće biti tvoja
ona želi samo mene.

Ona ona ona želi samo mene.

ona želi samo meneee.
Connect teksti
Video mala

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Hopsin – False Advertisement Lyrics

HOPSIN
False Advertisement Lyrics

Please tell me what the f**k is wrong with these bitches
I’ma tell you right now you ain’t worth shit
All you do is sit at home takin’ selfies

And post them like it was your work shift
Your ‘gram is full of all these evil memes
To niggas lie you don’t deserve it
That’s why niggas ain’t f**kin’ with you
Cause we see that you don’t have a purpose
It’s clear that you don’t leave the house
We date you and don’t be aroused
Only pleasure that we ever do get from you
Is when you shut up and open your mouth
Don’t you get it stupid bitch it don’t matter
If you love a man and you holdin’ him down
Cause once he find out you got nothing better to
Do except him he won’t be around
Y’all like “I want to be treated like I’m a queen”
Bitch better act like one
Girl I got so much to give you
If you ain’t givin’ back it’s a wrap, I’m done
You want a real man, a real boss
So you can live life in a Kodak frame
A real man carry a lot of shit on his shoulder
We need a real woman who can hold that weight
Let me guess you a real woman, right?
Nope don’t want to hear that
So go cry some tears in your tear bag
Bitch you don’t have a car, a job
A life or a f**kin’ career path
There’s no accomplishments
I’m serious bitch stop this shit
You can fool niggas with pics lookin’ like you a queen
But in real life I know you the opposite

Bitch I can see what you tryna do
You got niggas outside in a line for you
For that pussy they’ll spend it all for you
They got so much they can offer you
And you lovin’ it, you strategizing
False advertisement, god damn you lovin’ it
But I ain’t cho mans
Hoe, shut the f**k up!

Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

[Post-
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

Girl why you lyin’ to niggas?
Actin’ as if your life isn’t boring
Yes the pussy was good but that is the
Only highlight of your story
You got these celebrities in your DMs
And you get invited to parties (nice)
Better enjoy it you bitch cause all of your
Looks gonna die when you forty
Look at your shit all the guys are absorbing
Hoe I’m talkin’ don’t try and ignore me
Oh that’s your new BMW, right?
I got a couple cause I can afford these
You made a household off of guys who were horny
Gucci purses, vacations in Fiji
Trynna date you is easy
They just slide you some cash you just lay on the weewee
What the f**k do you stand for?
Everyday you actin’ like a damn whore
You be showin’ your ass on the dance floor
Niggas throwin’ money till their hands sore
Now you handed it all to your landlord
You just hopin’ you don’t get evicted
I coulda sworn you were livin’ way better than this
You just got so many gimmicks (yikes)
I don’t get how it don’t bother you
Who is the father who fathered you?
Bitch need a belt to that ass
If I was yo daddy that’s probably what I would do
This goes out to all these wanna be models
Who flashin’ titties just to get a like
Just take this advice: you pathetic, go get a life
You would know you ain’t gettin’ mine

Bitch I can see what you tryna do
You got niggas outside in a line for you
For that pussy they’ll spend it all for you
They got so much they can offer you
And you lovin’ it, you strategizing
False advertisement, god damn you lovin’ it
But I ain’t cho mans
Hoe, shut the f**k up!

Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

[Post-
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

Trippin’ Trip Trippin’
These hoes trippin’ trippin’
This bitch trynna apply to a nigga uh uh
Won’t catch me slippin’ (won’t catch me slippin’)
Trippin’ Trip Trippin’
These hoes trippin’ trippin’
This bitch trynna apply to a nigga uh uh
Won’t catch me slippin’ (won’t catch me slippin’)

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Cops In Alkaline Video Could Get Kicked Out Police Force

The cops in Alkaline controversial music video “After All” are facing disciplinary action from the commissioner of police.

At the beginning of the video, Alkaline and one of his co-stars were driving a BMW through the ghetto when they came upon a police check point. The cops had on police uniforms, guns and a marked police car. The cops in the video have been reportedly taken off front line duty pending the outcome of the investigation.

Deputy Commissioner of Police (DCP) Clifford Blake revealed that it is mandatory that police officers get permission from the force when engaging in activities like these particularly when government assets like marks cars and police uniforms are being used. DCP Blake says there are no records indicating that the cops in the video got proper permission.

Alkaline and video director Jay Will have issued an official statement apologizing for the video. The police commissioner will determine what disciplinary actions if any will be taken against the police officers. Sources say these cops could get kicked out the force or the very least get suspended.

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Causeries – Mediterranean lyrics

[Verse]
I am made of energy, I’m halfblood and I’m every-
Think you secretly think of me or write me out to be
I am the zipcode I’m brought up in, I am my shape and colour
And also all of my ancestors and their beliefs and visions

[Verse]
I am blinding lasers and I am the blinded driver
Anonymous homage to hate, manipulated numbers
I’m the BMW funded by some unknown institution
I’m all the beautiful fear of change, that comes to you every time

[Chorus]
Oh, and I froze just like the rest of you
With a second chance I could

[Bridge]
I’m relentless suffering, I’m antiretrovirals

[Verse]
The sudden infant death syndrome and jet fuel coloured skies above
I am a hunger you’re brought up with, I am the rearview mirror
The end of shattered families on the Mediterranean sea

[Chorus]
Oh, and I froze just like the rest of you
With a second chance I could

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Adele – Fastlove (Tribute To George Michael) (At The #Grammys 2017) (Live)

Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down
Gotta get up to get down

Looking for some education
Made my way into the night
All that bullshit conversation
Baby can’t you read the signs?

I won’t bore you with the details, baby
I don’t even want to waste your time
Let’s just say that maybe
You could help to ease my mind
Baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fast love
If that’s love in your eyes
It’s more than enough
Had some bad love
So fast love is all that I’ve got on my mind

Ooh baby
What’s there to think about, baby?
Hey baby, oh yeah

Looking for some affirmation
Made my way into the sun
My friends got their ladies
They’re all having babies
But I just want to have some fun

I won’t bore you with the details, baby
Gonna get there in your own sweet time
Let’s just say that maybe
You could help to ease my mind
Baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fast love
If that’s love in your eyes
It’s more than enough
Had some bad love
So fast love is all that I’ve got on my mind

Yeah, what’s there to think about, baby?
(Get yourself some lessons in love)

So close
I can taste it now, baby
So close

[Bridge]

In the absence of security
I made my way into the night
Stupid cupid keeps on calling me
But I see nothing in his eyes
I miss my baby (Oh, yeah)
I miss my baby (tonight)
So why don’t we make a little room in my BMW, babe?
Searching for some peace of mind
Hey, I’ll help you find it
I do believe that we are practicing the same religion

Oh, you really ought to get up now
That’s right
Hoh, you really ought to get up

Looking for some affirmation…

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George Michael – Fastlove (Older Album)

Gotta get up, get down
Ooh ooh, baby baby

Looking for some education
Made my way into the night
All that bullshit, conversation
Baby can’t you read the signs?

I won’t bore you with the details, baby
I don’t even wannna waste your time
Let’s just say that maybe
You could help to ease my mind
Baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fast love
If that’s love in your eyes, it’s more than enough
Had some bad love
Some fast love, is all that I’ve got on my mind

Ooh, yeah yeah (ooh ooh, baby baby)
What’s there to think about baby?
(ooh ooh, baby baby)
Hey baby, oh yeah (ooh ooh, baby baby)

Looking for some affirmation, made my way into the sun
My friends got their ladies, they’re all having babies
But I just want to have some fun

I won’t bore you with the detail baby
You gotta get there in your own sweet time
Let’s just say that maybe, you could help
To ease my mind, baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fast love
If that’s love in your eyes, it’s more than enough
Had some bad love
Some fast love, is all that I’ve got on my mind

So close I can taste it now baby, so close

In the absence of security, I made my way into the night
Stupid Cupid keeps on calling me
And I see lovin’ in his eyes
I miss my baby, oh yeah, I miss my baby tonight
So why don’t we make a little room
In my BMW, babe, searchin’ for some peace of mind
Hey, I’ll help you find it
I do believe that we are practicing the same religion

Oh you really oughta get up now, that’s right
Oh you really oughta get up

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George Michael – Fast Love

Gotta get up, get down
Ooh ooh, baby baby

Looking for some education
Made my way into the night
All that bullshit, conversation
Baby can’t you read the signs?

I won’t bore you with the details, baby
I don’t even wannna waste your time
Let’s just say that maybe
You could help to ease my mind
Baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fast love
If that’s love in your eyes, it’s more than enough
Had some bad love
Some fast love, is all that I’ve got on my mind

Ooh, yeah yeah (ooh ooh, baby baby)
What’s there to think about baby?
(ooh ooh, baby baby)
Hey baby, oh yeah (ooh ooh, baby baby)

Looking for some affirmation, made my way into the sun
My friends got their ladies, they’re all having babies
But I just want to have some fun

I won’t bore you with the detail baby
You gotta get there in your own sweet time
Let’s just say that maybe, you could help
To ease my mind, baby, I ain’t Mr. Right

But if you’re looking for fast love
If that’s love in your eyes, it’s more than enough
Had some bad love
Some fast love, is all that I’ve got on my mind

So close I can taste it now baby, so close

In the absence of security, I made my way into the night
Stupid Cupid keeps on calling me
And I see lovin’ in his eyes
I miss my baby, oh yeah, I miss my baby tonight
So why don’t we make a little room
In my BMW, babe, searchin’ for some peace of mind
Hey, I’ll help you find it
I do believe that we are practicing the same religion

Oh you really oughta get up now, that’s right
Oh you really oughta get up

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Action Bronson – Durag Vs. Headband (feat. Big Body Bes) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(uh-uh)
It’s me, it’s me
(uh-uh)
I was hatched in ’83
Fuckin’ standing like the Notre Dame logo right now
Just leave this shit, man

[Verse 1]
If I choose the right horse, I’ma buy a white Porsche
Never take the night off, saying that my mind’s off
Ever since I came out I been handing pain out
Fold a wire-hanger through your nose
Take your brain out, hey now
On the stage I’m like great balls of fire
One more year I’ll be on ‘Late George’, retired
Big steak like a cheap tire
Season up some biceps and throw ’em in deep fryer

[Hook]
I been hot since I was this big, yeah
I been hot since I was this big, stupid

[Verse 2]
I’m sick like feeding squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
If this was ’96 I def had The Tunnel packed in
Big beard like I’m lumberjackin’
Mash the petal of the 850
Sound like the thunder cracking
I’m in a club with a condom on
All Under Armour on

[Big Body Bes]
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

[Verse 3]
Microphone attached to my hand so I can dance my little heart out
Don’t make me bring the white guitar out
Like the one in Wayne’s World
That was shining in the window
Since 13 I been a nympho
Fuck That’s Delicious on box set
Me and my mans smoking on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
Stand in the store with twenty Achmed’s ‘zookas on shoulders
Hundreds pounds of C4 in a stroller
Z4s roll up, shit’s cold, I think I need a ricola
I just dropped a million kroner I’m a stoner
You lack culture, I’m a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier

[Break]
I just blew my motherfuckin’ high, man. Holy shit
I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

[Big Body Bes]
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun