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London says there are no plans to send ships to the Black Sea

In early May, Martin Frick, director of the UN World Food Program (WFP) office in Germany, said that 4.5 million tons of grain had accumulated in Ukrainian ports, they could not be taken out. The Turkish Ministry of Defense in April announced that it would not allow the introduction of warships into the Black Sea, in accordance with the Montreux Convention. Its 19th article states that during a conflict to which Ankara is not a party, warships of the warring parties cannot pass through the straits. According to him, “the blockade of Odessa prevents those who need it from getting food.” The government spokesman noted that London will continue to work intensively with partners to find ways to restore exports from Ukraine. The representative of the British Cabinet said that London will not send ships to the Black Sea Britain intends to work with partners to find ways to resume exports from Ukraine, in particular through the port of Odessa. The UN has previously called on Russia to lift the blockade of Ukrainian ports London said there are no plans to send ships to the Black Sea” />
At the moment, the UK has no plans to send warships to the Black Sea, a British government spokesman said, Reuters reports. Article content Authors Tags Subscribe to RuTube broadcasts, videos and recordings of programs on our RuTube channel

Источник rbc.ru Later, WFP Director David Beasley called for the blockade of Ukrainian ports to be lifted, as this would lead to famine and destabilization of countries. The Pentagon said that this demonstrates its disinterest in the escalation of the conflict. At the end of March, the United States announced the withdrawal of all ships of its Navy from the Black Sea. The Russian Foreign Ministry responded said that a combination of reasons led to the food crisis, primarily sanctions that interfere with normal free trade, so they should be removed. UN Secretary General António Guterres also said that Moscow should stop obstructing the export of food from Ukraine, and Russian food and fertilizer should be allowed to world markets without obstacles. With this request, he turned to Russian President Vladimir Putin, noted Reuters. Defense Minister Hulusi Akar noted that the Turkish side is trying diplomatically to warn the allies from entering the Black Sea, since such actions can be perceived as a provocation.

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Defense Ministry accuses London of provoking Ukraine to attack Russia

Previously, he declared about the “legitimacy” of possible strikes by Ukraine on military targets in Russia to disrupt the supply of the Russian army with Western weapons. Subscribe to RuTube RBC Live broadcasts, videos and recordings of broadcasts on our RuTube channel

Источник rbc.ru James Hippie
The direct provocation of Ukraine by the UK to strike at Russia in the event of an attack will lead to a proportional response, the Russian Ministry of Defense said. The material is being supplemented. We are talking about the words of the Deputy Minister of Defense UK James Hippie.

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Tiësto Announces New Album, “The London Sessions,” Out May 15

Today, Tiësto announced that his new album, The London Sessions, a unique collection of house tracks inspired by and recorded in London, is coming May 15th. For the new album, Tiësto worked with the best and brightest in the London music scene, including: Becky Hill, KAMILLE, Mabel, Violet Skies, Rita Ora and more. Source: Tiësto Announces New Album, “The London Sessions,” Out May 15 The album […]
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Subculture Sage – Same Old Thing Lyrics

Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing
Im that madness in the music
An action man with super charged karate chops that comes with all batteries included
Im standardly a nuisance, watch out your gash will get rerouted
Your pissed because your mass made when sage organic, one off, no factories produced him
Find me in London, north of the line
Reach heights? yes bruv, course im on mine
But why waste time wanting more from this life when iv already died
Twice, stuck on the road, can’t get up, slumped on my jones
You can try tell me whats best but why would i give a f**k what you know Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing
f**k that
Forwards the motion, run track
Same old thing yeah yeah you done that
Something new yeah yeah were on that
While you lot are cooking loudly
Us lot are pushing boundaries
The speech is plain, we seek an age
That no one should be doubting
See were done with the man that just think as it is
Because it is what it is and it ain’t what you think
You might think what you want, but what you want you can’t have
Its a place, its a time, its a crew, its a fam
Its a bassline, heavy like the sun up in space time
Ain’t my rhythm im just living as what came my way
f**k living in a slave mindstate, f**k doing the same old thing
Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing? Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?

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Yung Tory – Never Lyrics

(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib
(Verse)
I wanna take a trip to london cause I never been
You be rappin bout some other shit you never did (why you lyin)
You fell in love with her and you never hit
Shawty say you borin’ say you never lit
Oh oh, you get cut off
Why you lyin’ why you talkin’ you should shutup
I never hit it i just passed her to my brotha
I never put it in I got some top we never cut off
Im never pleased
If I hit in then she’ll never leave
She get on her knees, f**k a celebrity
She f**k for fame know I never give her change
I never stay shawty say she missin’ me
I think i’m too hot I need a cooler
Young nigga moved up, give me medula
I’m smokin moonrock, it make me moonwalk
She give me good top
I’m watching boondocks
Dont be too loud I can hear ya
I see sauce when I look into the mirror
I beat the pussy up I tell lil shawty square up
I’m livin’ galore my bitch yeah she look like Lira
(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

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Milli Major – Shut Down The Dance Lyrics (feat. Prez T & Paper Pabs)

Perhaps
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Milli Major]
Anywhere we go, we shut down the dance
London, Manny, Brum, France
Leeds, Leicester, Bristol, Prague
One two drinks makes anyone rough
Had too much, now I’m fully turnt up
But it’s all love so push your hands up
If the whip breaks down, you push your damn car
That’s the only time you push the damn car
Might just shell
Shut down the place then move your girl
Ain’t going my crib, stay at hotel
Ask the reception room 112
Yeah, yeah, just know I’ll be gone by the morning
I ain’t gonna stick around for the talking
Gotta hit it, and I ain’t calling
If you ain’t fam, you better keep walking
[Bridge] + [Hook] Suitcase packed with money and gold, nah
Suitcase packed with money and dreams
All that I know is money and fiends
There’s no place that President T won’t visit, is it? [Bridge: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
[Hook: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
Yeah, you know my team
Bagged the promoters
Drinks on me
There’s queues outside
Like say the entry’s free
That’s it, I’m onstage next
Then assess the P
[Verse 1: President T]
Man wanna talk all greaze
Without the action, back in the day
I was a G, but it ain’t faction
Talking wicked, when it comes down to the crunch
I saw the reaction, said he was an MC, that was a myth
Babylon raided my drum, what did they find? If man wanna talk about guns or jail, I’ll have to quiz it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Paper Pabs]
Shut down the dance, man’ll get lean
Like man are tryna cut down carbs
You ain’t never had no girls on stage
You ain’t never shut down Prague
You ain’t never caught no planes then got picked up
Then picked up mics
Bloodline fam be the campaign
Shutdown bars with the champagne life
I can shut down a rave on Skype
I can shut down a rave on Facetime
All of the raves are shutdown ramp
I don’t know what you heard on the grapevine
Ain’t no place on Earth that I can’t relax, fact
Can you put your hands in the air till your arms collapse? That was the piff
I said what did they find?

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Novelist – The Only One Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one
[Verse 1]
The name is N-o-v and I’m from south LDN
When I see the London boy up in the city
Then tell me when
Cause when I pull up grinning
Men and women all around get blessed
But anyone try and pull a stunt and try be silly
Will learn their lesson
Understand I’m sober not a joker got consciousness
I try to reason but some yutes got left in unconsciousness
But more or less
From a kid was shown don’t be like the rest
I’m with the best
There’s no contest
I’m so content
I keep it simple I’m not perfect but I sure don’t pretend
All of my youngers get direction but I’m not stopping them
Went through the fire tried to copy but it’s too hot for them
I say the truth that’s why the liars get mad, it’s not for them
I keep a pen and I keep a pad for the notes, not to blend
Circle tight, only when a homie got touched when I lost a friend
But it’s all good wake in the a.m. I comprehend
Another day another mission I’m focused on what’s ahead
[Chorus] [x2]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

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Novelist – Stop Killing The Mandem Lyrics

No didn’t think so
Listen up when your inner voice says no
Bro, look at your soul
Don’t like me your eyes on a window
Yo, give me an answer
Why would you kill someone you don’t know? I’m a black boy from London so I only know black boy business
Trust in God my witness
Young black boys get got with the quickness
Still wanna know why this is cause bredrin I am not a victim (I’m not)
Until I get answers I’m gonna be on the roadside screaming
[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem
[Verse 2]
Breaking the law ain’t cultural
Breaking the law ain’t social
Can’t take me for a criminal cause I bust gunfingers in a bogel
Black man are targetted global
But news wanna talk like it’s our own fault
It’s far and it’s local
And the problem is not cause I’m vocal
Manna antisocial cause boydem gotta be more soulful
Truth be told, murking an innocent person ain’t noble
Better stick to your own rules
[?]
Got the heart of a golf ball but man like me I ain’t shook
I tell a man straight
Oi fam stop killing the mandem, yeah
It’s not a joke ting
And I’m not just chatting to the boydem, yeah? Mans not saying move shook, but affa put down the tools
Yeah, you get me! Put your energy in a good place
Man are moving nuts
You get me? [Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem I’m chatting to you young Gs, fam, you man are acting up
Need to fix up get your priorities straight
Make your bread, do your ting, get a wifey or summin
You get what I’m saying? [Intro]
Y’know, all lives matter but right now people are perpetrating against black people, worldwide
Is what I’m saying
And I’m just glad that the people can come together
Liaise, march, sing songs
That’s it, make the world know that people over here care as well
Ya get what I’m saying
[?]
At the end of the day
Why it says stop killing the mandem is cause it could of been man
[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem
[Verse 1]
Crime don’t have a skintone
Would you wanna kill or hurt your own?

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Ebenezer – Nostalgia Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Heard you got a new car (yeah you did)
Heard you got a new job (I heard you did)
Heard you look good
Heard you party on the weekend (oh, you party now?)
Heard you got some new friends (yeah, you got)
Shits changed, girl I got braids now (girl, I got)
Ain’t seen you in so long and it feels strange now
It’s been three years, a couple days now
Shit’s changed, shit’s changed now
Heard your mom’s divorced and she’s remarrying
Heard that she got pregnant and she’s carrying
Your brother moved out and he’s travelling (where he at?)
I can’t keep up with what’s happening
I wondered if you gotta single bed still (I wonder if you)
Life was really simple then still
I’d fall asleep an’ then snore
Then you’d wake me up for more
‘Bout quarter till four
[Chorus]
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time
[Verse 2]
Used to have the pussy drippin’ like I was Poseidon (Poseidon)
Damn, my heart Kawasaki, dirty secrets when we riding (whoa)
But it feels better down when you let me slide in
You ain’t gotta say it, nobody’s invited
I still remember how you like it
I still remember how you like it
So let’s just do what grown folks do (yeah)
Let me come through (uh-huh)
Pull up in that ride, come through, come through
Come through
I can’t wait to pull up on you
I can’t wait to pull up on you
[Chorus]
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time
[Refrain]
Not like before
It was all crazy
I’m way more mature
I’ll be real with you baby
Isn’t it obvious? (I get nostalgia)
I think it’s serious (when I’m not around ya)
[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time
[Interlude]
Shawty are you down, down, down
Down, down, down
Shawty are you down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time
[Refrain]
Not like before
It was all crazy
I’m way more mature
I’ll be real with you baby
Isn’t it obvious? (I get nostalgia)
I think it’s serious (when I’m not around ya)
[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time

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Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics

Or Hong Kong? Or in Hollywood? There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. The time now is…” And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Who’s this? Or in London?

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Smib – Gangland Lyrics (feat. Ray Fuego)

Ik smoke als ik wil smoken van die shit
Als ik wil dan koop ik die dikke pit, kid
Je moet niet denken dat ik pit ben in me crib
Wil niet groeten al die hoeren op me pik, dick dat ik haar staak? [Verse 1]
Ik zie ze gaan ten onder hoe’s
Kijk goed Fuego ligt eronder boos
Spend knaken maar het boemerang weer raar
Het komt back en ik doe the thang weer daar
In de heuvels is geen f**king grappen no
Ik had geen money in me broeken zakken bro
Maar check de cv ik had al die ho die ho’s
5 pokemons ik vang der 44
Ik zag dat je dat dacht, bitches in badpak
Nagels raar gelakt, bands wat als ik dat pak
Shooter voor die kat kat
7 op de wang wat, spend het als het back komt
Patta in je bek dom
Headcrack op de 8-0, mama weet ik ga uit
Mama weet ik blijf uit, papa weet ik eet ook
Focus op de focus, doe het voor de youthdem
Sta ik op die stage nee, shit is meteen eng
Zet meteen een stempel en ik zet een tag bitch
Deel van avenger? Ik smoke als ik wil smoken van die shit
Als ik wil dan koop ik die dikke pit, kid
Je moet niet denken dat ik pit ben in me crib
Wil niet groeten al die hoeren op me pik, dick
[Verse 2]
Trap nogsteeds die bikey
Patta nogsteeds nike
Broek die is echt bos
Gat in me nike socks
Skeer nog veelste vaak
Chick.. Heb bijna allebei nu ben je froes, hoe? Heb bijna allebei nu ben je froes, hoe? kleine jonge check dit
Streep door je checklist, lil shawty foreign
Noem der mama nature ik zorg dat het regent
Sip van die juice mane, fuego got the juice man
In je Daily Papers change me naam in Hussein
Ren door een bedrag, lens net als Bolt echt
En ik stop niet nee ik doe het voor me gangland
[Hook] x2
Handen op der bil als ze me tat
Betast zeker die mill als ik het get, echt
Jij heb wel die racks maar heb je juice? Is nogsteeds de vraag
Twijfel hedendaags
Slick als Idje man
Rad vraag bokoesam
Bokoe snodder
Skurt skurt me naar de dam
Koud als nederland
Iedereen act frappant
Ik wil goud op al me tanden
Naar Curaçao vliegen ik mis me tantes
Draag me festival bandjes
Als ice kill voel me handen
Ik depay me kaulo ticket
Pull up naar London je kan me missen
Burn baby Burn all those pondjes
Sip gin met ijsklontjes mondjes
Zijn all up in me shit nu
Heb geen zin in je shit nu
Je bitch die lijkt op een shiatsu
Sushi chappende dat is wat ik doe
Of poenie klappende bel me voor die money up
Over stu shit, heb niks te zoeken op de block
Koop iets in zeg me nigger double up
Terwijl ik aan het socialisen ben in de club
[Hook] x2
Handen op der bil als ze me tat
Betast zeker die mill als ik het get, echt
Jij heb wel die racks maar heb je juice?

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Adi – Theroux Or False Lyrics

Louis Sebastian Theroux
Is an precious American broadcaster
Best known for his Gonzo style journalism
Louis was educated at Westminster School
He then went to Magdalen College
Oxford, where he gained a degree
In modern history, modern history
He lives in the London district
With his partner, Nancy
In 1992 he was hired as a writer for Spy magazine
He got his break in television
Working as a correspondent on Michael Moore
TV Nation series, series
He lives in the London district
With his partner, Nancy

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Thug Love Lyrics

Yeah
You tellin’ me that you want thug love
But you don’t even kiss me when we making love
And that’s how I knew that you was a dog
I cannot blame you
I can’t even lie, I was the same, too
I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
Girl, I never meant to play you
Now you don’t trust niggas (Trust niggas)
The same way I don’t trust bitches (Trust bitches)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I was a dog, nigga (Dog)
A thug nigga with a heart (A thug nigga with a heart)
[Interlude]
*Heartbeat and dogs barking*
*Gunshots*
[Verse 2]
Niggas finna send shots tryna get even
Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
Rattin’, that’s gon’ make them niggas run up on your people, yeah, yeah
Can’t be eatin’ on no cheese, that’s it, nigga, nah
I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
I ain’t no f**king stuntman, Evel Knievel
But I can get you stuck, man, f**k is you thinking, nigga? Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 ’em, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
I ain’t wanna be a pain, never do it right, yeah
I just hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
‘Cause I swear I already know that nigga’s grimy
Yeah, that’s how I feel, nigga
I f**ked a lot of niggas’ bitches and they still with ’em
And all the niggas that’s with me, they was there since lil’ niggas
And they the type to go catch a body and not tell niggas
[Bridge]
But it’s so hard to tell, though
I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
I cheated on my girl so she want
All of— All of my passcodes
I was a asshole, I made up time for her
Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah
[Verse 3]
But you say you want thug love (Say you want thug love)
But this ain’t no f**king love song, yeah, yeah (Ain’t no f**kin’ love song)
Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (Pretty when you cry)
Pullin’ on your panty strings, put ’em to the side, oh
Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (While you got your thong on)
You say you want thug love, you don’t (You want thug love)
Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (Kiss me when we make love)
You say that I’m a dog, oh
[Outro]
But you don’t even kiss when we make love, oh [Intro]
It’s crazy, you’re still pretty when you cry
We got London on the track
[Verse 1]
She want that thug love, yeah
But this ain’t no f**king love song
It’s crazy you’re still pretty when you cry
Push your panty strings over to the side
Gon’ wake up and hit it, why you got your thong on?

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Dinner – Wake Up Lyrics

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
I want to wake up in Paris with you
And I want to wake up in this power with you
[?] and the wind
I want to wake up in the morning with you
[Chorus]
Ooh
Awakening
Éveil
Ooh
Awakening
Éveil
[Verse 2]
And I want to wake up in London with you
And I want to wake up in San Trope too
Wake up in the evening with you
Wake up in the night in love with you
I want to wake up
Wake up with you in Amsterdam
Réveiller avec vous à Amsterdam
Wake up with you in Rotterdam
[Foreign language]
Wake up with you in Paris
[Foreign language]
Wake up with you in Brussels
Ne pas avoir peur, je n’ai pas peur
Don’t be afraid, I’m not afraid
Ne pas avoir peur, je n’ai pas peur
Don’t be afraid, I’m not afraid
[Chorus]
Éveil
Awakening
Éveil
Awakening
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

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Cities Aviv – Speak On It Lyrics

Let me take a second to speak
Pause when I roll up
Gang gang at the forefront
In the car locked where we hold up
Niggas wrappin’ some big weapons
Yeah, they know they never ever shot none
Green faces and blue stripes
And it’s Trump talk if I heard some
Hindsight we was dead broke, it was all smoke on the sofa
Until I came with the CTN
[?] out the folders
New York to London spread up [?]
Hit a pretty girl [?]
Even though I never knew her
Had to curve her, then I roll her
But life is kinda crazy now
I’m feelin’ important, but I’m invisible now
I feel like Invisible Child specials
Walk the street, a season freak
Dummy niggas question what they see in me
Pussy nigga beat you me
Thought that they was offin’ me
Nowadays they’d offer me
Water, that’s the aqua teen
Circle round my neck and hit my chest
It’s like a rosary
Stress stress stress
You white people ain’t pressin’ me
Speak
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it) (speak) (speak) (speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
Speak on it (speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak on it) (speak on it)
(speak)
Speak on it
(speak)
(speak on it) speak on it
(speak on it)

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David Keenan – Unholy Ghosts Lyrics

You’re leaving.”
“Oh, do forgive me,” he sighed
“I was a fan in my prime.”
He must’ve thought I was somebody else
Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
On a street you’ve never heard of there’s a wooden piano
On its last legs in a last chance saloon
It is manned by a drunkard who is dripping with poetry
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
The man catches my gaze then produces this page
From his waistcoat with a slip disk smile
“Look boy, here is my last correspondence with Christ.”
I tried to read it, but my glasses were filthy
Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones who seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
Sure, I’d give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Past the government housing, right off Donaldson road
Open collars and open hearts
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes
As car lights knife their way through the dark
Then this feeling persists
We as people exist in a state of anticipation
You know it comes at a cost
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
And I tend to believe them these days
Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
I would give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Or something freeing like that anyway
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God Pick a window. I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God
Sat in hyperactive London’s cold Central Station
The city began sleeping like a dog
Then a tramp with one eye placed his hand on my thigh
I said, “Hold it.

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Cadell – L.O.n.D.O.n Lyrics

[Intro]
Dawn in the east end of London
And three miles east of St Paul’s, the start of another busy day for one of the last real street markets left in this part of the capital
Roman Road, Bow
[Verse 1]
They call it capital of the globe
That’s their way of having something to probe
Plus the government cat for tax
They don’t wanna see the youth in control
So they throw ’em in flats for cash
And police always love to start shit
But they say the mandem are heartless
Like we didn’t go school, play a part
Until we departed
And the kids are poor, and want to war
Cause they watch too much telly
The control is widespread, not remote
We’ve seen it already
You just gotta make that big bang
Before you end up chasing pennies
And I know I love my city
But I know niggas are out to get me
[Hook 1]
In London, London
London
And I know I love my city
But I know niggas are out to get me
In London, London
London
And I know I love my city
[Verse 2]
Local authority hate on us
Put us in estates and label us gangs
An easy way of finding us
On TV, they pretend to be so kind with us
But that ain’t fine with us
Anytime we think we can change it
They’re back in our ends reminding us
They’d rather see us picking sides
Than be onside with us
Link my Gs by the cafe
Cause that’s where the egg and bacon is
Anytime there’s crime, we get the blame for it
And they get paid for it
So many people falling off
I guess they wasn’t made for it
I know it ain’t dangerous
But I make sure that my life ain’t taken
[Hook 2]
In London, London, London
I know it ain’t dangerous
But I make sure that my life ain’t taken
In London, London, London
I know it ain’t dangerous
[Verse 3]
Congestion charge is a bitch
Everyone says they’re loyal
But for the right price, they switch
It must be a London thing (f**k it)
I don’t know what it is
Might see us post on the strip
Smoking spliffs, plus we’re equipped (got that)
Some man do this image ting
But others try to get rich
They’d rather see who’s popular
Who’s f**ked whose girl, who’s knocked her up
Youngers get worse every year
And that’s cause no one hots them up
Truthfully, I love the ends
I try tell this to my country friends
But anytime I bring them to ends
They tell me “London’s not for us”
[Hook 3/Outro]
London, London
And I know I love my city
But I know niggas are out to get me
In London, London
London
I know it ain’t dangerous
But I make sure that my life ain’t taken
London’s not for us
Truthfully, I love the ends
I try tell this to my country friends
But anytime I bring them to ends
They tell me “London’s not for us”
(In the east end of London)

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Cadell – Boy Wonder Lyrics

Are you that shook? You best hold your cross
Oh my gosh, they think I’m gonna backflip
Backfoot my back foot
I was doing tunes when they couldn’t even strap hooks
Strap what? [Intro]
(Have you ever seen a Ghost?)
[Verse]
I’ve been struggling, rummaging round again
But this time, I’m focused on me and me only
Love in my heart, there’s no need to be lonely
Gave ten friends my number, three phoned me
Now the ball’s in my court, I free throw
Feds stop me at Gatwick, Heathrow
And Stanstead, they know how wicked man get
I used to have a Bluetooth handset
On a pedal bike when I didn’t wanna get my phone out
And I was told to get a life
But then I got a life and when niggas tried to take it
I was told to get a knife
But then I got a Rambo, man know
I will not stop until I’ve got about like nine mil
I had a MAC-11 not a 9mm
Back when they charged four bills for a feature
But now, it’s a different pattern
Catch me slipping? Yeah, I end fools careers
And I know junkies who swap tools for gear
I don’t call my peers, too cool for beers
Went school with things, went colly with stuff
But I ain’t a clown, no Noddy with us
And if anyone hates, it’s probably cause I’m serious
And they’re in a comedy club
Move low in the spot, ain’t hotting it up
West end, 1Xtra, got on a bus
Still live way better than anyone 20 in London
f**k it, I’m hotting ’em up
The perks of being me is while you listen to this
You ain’t even heard the half of my list
You don’t know the cost
They’re street thugs, I’m the underboss
We come through like we do motocross
Talk ’bout God? Cause I never, ever put a foot wrong
Can’t say what the boy, can’t say what the boy
From the bottom of her heart, she wants the boy
Outfit, leg and an arm, it cost the boy
I could harm your roster boy
Don’t try and sign to me, do your own ting
It will be better
Cause young black entrepreneurs that came from the mud
Only makes the scene better, nigga, be clever
And we can get money or beef
We can do whatever, in the zoo or whatever
Down here’s two two for a two of the stretcher
When it gets peak, I know you ain’t a seller
When it gets peak and I’m on empty
Till I’m facing death like it’s meant, G
In their vid, they stunt and get X3s
Me? It’s you that’s lacking
I’m the type to run away screaming out “watch what happens”
Till you watch what happens
And I don’t wanna sing on myself
But if he violates, I cannot not nab him
Just cause I say street shit on grime
Top boys say that I’ve not got talent
But f**k it, I don’t need talent
I know Wolfpack, I know Greenbangers
I was a yout them times they was teens jammin’
Never knew growing up I would be savage
But I’m older and tryna get rebalanced
End fools careers and make dreams happen…. Man don’t mug me, I am not fooled
I am not cool, don’t left hand spud me
You’ll get a left hand, then you’ll be looking
At your right hand man like “let’s go country”
And they can’t say what the boy wonder’s under
Can’t ever say what the don don’s on
Can’t say what the boy wonder’s under
Why? I sell songs and get Ps
When they didn’t wanna know, they was hating
Now it’s all hashtag NP
Smoke so much
That my lungs are blacker than Benji
And I’m old school like MSN
Old school like Dre and Eminem
Old school like when most drinks in the shop were twenty pence
Old school like Blessed John Roache School and Tom Edison
Old school like no number, send me a BlackBerry then
Old school, man pulled up outside the rave and
Man weren’t getting in
Old school Nike SCs, got ’em in white and brown
Now my feet look like a fiend
Old school Roman Road white tee
We’re family, not a team, Bow bop and lean
They grow crops in dreams
Don’t believe in them lies
Man already paged them guys
Man are old school like when they never had green
That’s old school
Old school, man got an offer to Eton
But I was on the road eating
Old school, Senrab, I was not goalkeeping
Scored the goals and go sleeping
Old school, it was no McD’s
Go to the cafe, bacon and beans
Old school, I never had a clue what I was gonna do
I made a squad or two
But you’re either gonna succeed or you’re gonna shot weed
But you’re gonna have kids and they’re gonna want Ps
You’re gonna work hard and you’re gonna want sleep
But think of the future, it’s not that peak
Start of the year, I was on a long streak
End of the year, I’ll be on a long streak
And me and my team still Dre Day
We treat London like Long Beach
Red flag, blue flag, low rider
Got stopped- yeah, yeah

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Cadell – Fast Food & Lottery Tickets Lyrics

They prance around but they all know who the prince is
And the feds charged me with negative ID parade and fingerprinting
That means somebody’s snitching
Still buss case cause I ain’t a victim
That’s why I focus on this ting
There must be some way better to live
Than eating fast food, shotting lottery tickets
Man’s due to link up with Potter and bill it
Been through a lot- oi, blud, yeah keep that Ain’t even gotta share that, you’re too gassed
Don’t encourage anybody to do that
I ain’t invincible
Stay alive, don’t snitch is the principle
Don’t fear no pawns or bishops or kings at all
And as for the rooks, they’re pricks and all
I took two steps, then I slid to the right
Don’t wanna be a king, what’s a king to a knight? And I won’t do no link-up with I-OD
Cause I had a drink and I’m high
[Chorus 2]
So anyway, I got in the business
I went Liverpool to my brother at his crib
Doing rap but I learnt to spit quick
How old was I? Hotline’s the solutions
The real fans will buy the exclusives
While fake fans admire the big movements
So out to the girls doing 9 to 5s
Who are ride-or-die and ain’t choosing
I could’ve got a job in computing
I could’ve been a cricketer too, but they tied me to shootings
I don’t come on the mic about shootings
I come on the mic and show man how to do things
I’ve got a holiday sponsorship, lots of piff
Two years flat after music
If you’ve got more than 100k for the next album
My brudda, we’ll do this
If you’re a female and you can handle my calls and emails
Come do this
Cause I’m drained, it was easier selling cocaine
But that isn’t a path I must take
Made two mil and I half it with Dwayne
Jack rang me up like “what you saying?”
Now man’s hitting the park to link Shane
Insane how I’m still the same
But they all say I’ve changed, but I know I ain’t
Or have I? You don’t feed me, you don’t clothe me
[Chorus 3]
Tell me, who do I owe in the business? [Intro]
[Chorus]
They wanna know how I come in the business
I reply “it’s none of your business”
Now look at me, I’m running a business
On my own, nobody assisted
And cause of my dad, I’m young and I’m gifted
Hope they don’t get none of it twisted
I’ll still knock man out for gunning my sisters
Cause I don’t wanna end up back on the strip
Delivering fast food and lottery tickets
But I never had a job so none of ’em get it, f**k it
Or in OT with a baiter face
Telling a worker “go buy some credit”, f**k it
I ain’t getting no job, chat shit if you want
66 for the box
Look
[Verse 1]
I don’t trap, I’m a drinker
I’ll ride out, stuff six man in the sprinter
If I want swag, then I travel to Bicester
Cause I remember not having a listener
And I ain’t a work of art yet
I’ll still need somebody back in the picture
But I ain’t quitting for no one
So you won’t see me scrapping the scripture
Lefevre to Ladbroke to Lewisham
To Lansbury, they know me
And the London streets are cold, B
Nowadays man wanna beef their co-Ds
But I ain’t no defendant
So when I get money, I’m over-spending
That’s why I come across so defendant
I smoked the yard, then I broke and entered
And if you ain’t real, then ask for a refund
Save your money before the ting’s begun
And if you’re here to hate then get your P back
If not, bill a ting and then relax
What do you know about sitting on a train
From North to South England, carrying three straps? Like twelve, thirteen
Anyway, it was a kid ting
Come back, then I got nicked at Tristan’s
They run up in the yard and I had a flick ting
Back then, gassed up, young on the strip
Eating fast food, playing lottery tickets
It was easier then, man I gotta admit it
Now feds have got about thirty man
All over the country in cans sitting down
I ain’t saying no names or baiting out case
Just know it ain’t rape
Can’t have that on our licence plate
We’re out here avoiding Trident, mate
[Verse 2]
Now they’re like ahh, he’s trying it bait, ‘llow it
Launchpad days, you was not that shower
First time that I set foot in the radio
First time that I saw a man sniff powder
First time that I thought man should sell that
First time that I saw man, it was a power
Broderick house, Balfron towers, East side for hours
Young flee gang never brung me fam, so I done me, fam
2014, it was only Truss we had
But then I got hooked on the country laps
Before Culps, we was the hungry batch
Mum don’t know when her son’ll be back
But she knows that I’m gonna be back
Cause since Guardian Angels, man have been the devil
And no one troubles me back, fact
Hotline Distributions
Problem? I want a manager that’s a rabbi
Cause I ain’t like them, now, am I? And I can’t let them win, can I? Bars go over your head like shampoo
Mind that you don’t get bad eyes
How can I be the bad guy?

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Tim O’brien – Fiddler’s Green Lyrics

There’s a sad tale I’ll tell you of a sailor man’s life
How his love for the high seas it cost him a wife
When I’ve told you my story I’m sure you’ll agree
It’s not but pure folly when a man goes to sea
Just a young man of twenty I was courting a lass
Full of innocent beauty with style and with class
But the ships in the harbor they beckoned it seemed
I was lured by the trade winds to find fiddler’s green
When first I went sailing how a young girl did cry
But the lure of the trade winds could not be denied
And though she vowed to be faithful as my ship sailed away
She would marry another one year from that day
Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green
Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams
Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene
Enchantment awaits you on fiddler’s green
Well I’ve sailed many oceans since I left Boston town
And my hair has turned silver it was once chestnut brown
And from London to Bombay and ports in between
I was always in search of this fiddler’s green
And to the young lads now courting pretty maiden’s so fair
Should you hear those trade winds let me warn you beware
Go marry your young girl, as corn and your beans
Don’t waste your young manhood on fiddler’s green
Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green
Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams
Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene
Enchantment awaits you at fiddler’s green

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Das Racist – Fashion Party Lyrics

Tally Man told me I’m bananas last week
I’m Heems, working on a line with Khalif
Let’s freak
Highest thread counts on my sheet
Ain’t I seen you at that fashion party last week? Backstage in Paris or face-hunting in Milan, oooh let’s go
[Kool A.D.]
I’m at the fashion party
I’m wearing fashion clothes
I’m putting fashionable powders up inside my nose
Looking at these fashion friends
Tryin’ to make them fashion ends
Tryin’ to touch that fashion paper
Like they was fashion pens
I’m like a fountain pen
I look like mountain men
But I’m not a mountain man
I’m a f**king mountain, man
I f**k with fashion trends
My trends are fashion forward
Two dollar jeans and Gucci visors from the dollar store
[Heems]
Garbage bags, Lanvin
Why you call it ‘Lan-vin’? I can’t tell if you want to hit me or if you want to dance
Hot pink and acid green
All dressed up like Halloween
Can’t tell you if I know you from the catalogue or magazine
(She’s a model and she’s ooh, looking good)
(She’s a model)
I got the cameras flashin’
Fa-Fa-Fa Fashion
[Kool A.D.]
Barbizon, Louis Vitton
Todd Solondz, André Breton
Aime Cesaire, I don’t care
I’ll pull down your underwear
[Hook] They’re with me
[Caroline Polachek]
I spotted you in Sean John
At the Spring and Summer sample sale
The overstock of oversize made you look so thin and pale
Where has we met before? People very educated out here in the Hamptons
Yes I’m tan, and Taliban chic
Shorty said I look like a Taliban freak
Mr. [Guest]
No-no-no, it’s cool. I’m at a fashion party
I’m wear-ing fashion clothes
I’m wearing fashion fabrics everyone in fashion knows
I’m smoking ganja weed
(But dog, what about the Janjaweed?)
Yo the Pope wear Prada, the devil wear Prada
I can’t be bothered, I’m tryin to holla! [Hook]
I see London, I see France
Where’d you get yourself those pants? He’s a model and he’s ooh looking-ooh looking
He’s a model h-h-he’s a model
She’s a model and she’s ooh, looking good
She’s a model and he’s ooh, looking ooh, looking
[Hook]
I see London, I see France
Where’d you get yourself those pants? Balenciaga show? Step aside! I can’t tell if you want to hit me or if you want to dance
Hot pink and acid green
All dressed up like Halloween
Can’t tell you if I know you from the catalogue or magazine
(She’s a model and she’s ooh, looking good)
I got the cameras flashin’
Fa-Fa-Fa Fashion
[Kool A.D.]
Next is bed and breakfast
Carmel, Michel Foucault, Michelle ma belle
Yup, Western medicine
Lobster, steak, and venison
Wafer thin crackers, famous actors
Duck confit, Pinot Grigio
Hummus with miso, scallop piece-io
So freaky-deaky, so fashion fashion
[Caroline]
I’ll take a five zero CK one
And make a two three sport
Tell the interns to shut the Dior
Studded, beaded, slip-on flats
With high-top low-rise ankle wraps
Mulberry, periwinkle, beige ecru
Eggplant, mustard, midnight blue
Tie-dye laced with leather trim
Musky sport cologne for him
[Hook]
I see London, I see France
Where’d you get yourself those pants? Raciste? Nope, I’m sorry, your name is not on the list
[Bodyguard]
Step aside! [Intro]
[Bouncer]
R… R… How do you spell it? I can’t tell if you want to hit me or if you want to dance
(I’m trying to dance)
Hot pink and acid green
All dressed up like Halloween
Can’t tell you if I know you from the catalogue or magazine
(She’s a model and she’s ooh, looking good)
(Fashion party)
I got the cameras flashin’
Fa-Fa-Fa Fashion
She’s a model and she’s ooh, looking good
She’s a model Baby, she’s a model
She’s a model and she’s ooh, looking good
[Dapwell]
Tell them what I am!

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Summer Walker – Body Lyrics

Better last to my body, so ’cause it crazy
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’
[Outro]
I know, oh, I
I know, oh, I
I know we ain’t gotta talk, alright
I know you ain’t gotta talk, alright
Baby, I, I just wanna talk to you
I just wanna talk to you
Don’t this shit, don’t this shit
Know that we did, oh Play this song
[Intro]
We got London on da Track
[Verse 1]
I been all in my phone, I got options
And I don’t wanna tell you to drop it
But I don’t wanna play unfair, yeah, yeah
Somethin’ that makes me look at you too often
And baby, you can give it somethin’
Baby, I can run overtime, oh
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what it is
I can’t tell you what it is
But you got me goin’ crazy
Sex with you is so amazin’
How, how long can you go, baby?

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Juice WRLD – Purple Moncler Lyrics

I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]
Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —
[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair
Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ’gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man
[Verse 2]
Uh, aye, count that cash
Uh, Im too ahead they can’t catch up
Team too ahead, they can’t catch up
Fifty shots, to his head, he need back up
For real
I dont like toting guns
But i may have to shoot to kill
N*ggas hate that im winning
Now they dont wanna see me live
They too lazy to get it
Its a lot of shit to give up
Just stay focused on your mission
And dont ever ever give up
Codeine on ice really fucking up my liver
Finally scared to be overdosing
I know that shit give me shivers
But dont worry, tell em god got me
Just an uplifter
Deep inside sometimes I wonder if God can even hear
But imma keep praying
Imma keep hope up
Imma keep face (what else)
[?] Pistol tote tucked
Shoot em in the face
If he get in the way of the cake
{?] Play this song
[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair
Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ‘gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man
[Chorus]:
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ’gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong
She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge? I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]
Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —
[Chorus]
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ‘gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong
She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?

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Beyoncé – Countdown (Homecoming Live) Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Rah, rah, rah
Sing it, y’all
[Chorus]
Oh, killing me softly and I’m still falling
Still the one I need, I will always be with you
Oh, you got me all gone, don’t ever let me go
Say it real loud if you fly
Sing it, y’all
[Hook]
My baby is a ten
We dressing to the nine
He pick me up, we eight
Make me feel so lucky, seven
He kiss me in his six
We be making love in five (I see you)
Still the one I do this four
I’m trying to make us three
From that two
He still the one
[Verse 1]
There’s ups and downs in this love
Got a lot to learn in this love
Through the good and the bad, still got love
Dedicated to the one I love, hey
Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
Still all up on each other, ain’t a damn thing change
My girls can’t tell me nothing, I’m gone in the brain
[Refrain]
Me and my boo in my boo’s coupe riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man, show him you the flyest
Grind up on it, girl, girl, girl (Show him how you ride it)
Me and my boo in the coupe lip locking
All up in the back ’cause the chicks keep flocking
All that gossip in 10 years, stop it
London, speed it up, Houston, rock it

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NAV – Tap Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Nav, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I’m in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain’t pay though
Only thing I gave ’em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
All these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real
I got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
Yo, who’s mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagramming shit
I be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera shit
‘Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ shit

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aimin’ at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NAV]
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain’t a slave (Slave)
Growing up in the hood, you’ll learn how to behave (‘Have)
How we gon’ learn to stack if we ain’t got nothing to say? (Say)
Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin’ these bags, we model, I tell the opps it’s up (It’s up)
Got wedding bands but I still don’t got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go, they already know what’s up (What’s up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

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Dave – Drama Lyrics

[Intro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
Like man was saying, bruv
Many nights man prayed, bruv
Somewhere someone’s gonna help me through this, man
Someone is gonna help bring me out of this shit, y’know?
Time, it took a while for man to recognise, boy, who you were gonna send
And you know what? Mans, I’m very proud
I’m very happy to see it’s one of my own init, y’know?
And boy, I know none of this is easy, y’know?
I’m just proud to be, to be witnessing what’s going on, man, y’know?

[Verse: Dave]
Look
I don’t know where to start
But I just done my first psychodrama
And I hope the world hears my craft
I’m excited man, I pray you get to hear my craft
From our childhood, our mother didn’t hear me laugh
I’m presenting you the future, I don’t fear my past
I ain’t got a tattoo anywhere near my arms
But best believe on my sleeves is where I wear my heart
Do you know how easy it is to be a sinner?
How many losses you need before you can be a winner?
Reason with a criminal that needs to eat a dinner
Is it survival of the fittest or is he a killer?
Losing dad was big, losing you was even bigger
Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
We’re forgetting that we had a brother that was even bigger
We were figures just tryna figure out who could be a figure
My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growing up
I remember tryna to build a bridge, I wasn’t old enough
I pray I hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it’s fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I know it’s tough, I got the coldest blood
I remember when you got sentenced and I was throwing up
It’s like they took a piece of my freedom when I had opened up
I just lost the only fucking person that I idolised
For my entire life I copied you down to the finest line
Bro, I got a flame in my mind I’m trying to firefight
The pill I had to swallow wasn’t bitter, it was cyanide
I learn over time, separation issues I describe
Are probably the reasons that I struggle feeling anything
I ain’t got a vision of a marriage or a wedding ring
It’s world domination in music or it ain’t anything
I’m obsessed, focused on the objective
Tell a don yes, disagree, I object
Used to treat my women like an object
Girls want a monster come and see I’m the Loch Ness
Settle for a lot less
I just hope you’re proud of me brother, it’s been a long stretch
You’re my hero and prior to this, I was living on the edge like a house on a cliff
But now I’m living in the present like my house was a gift
I’m going psycho, this scene’s mine bro
Rappers wanna diss me, it’s only online though
They put the mic and soft in the micro
Soft? Not I, bro
Swimming’s the only time I can lie though
And lemme be genuine
Anybody rich my age is American, kicking ball or inherited
It only makes sense I’m independent knowing everything it happened how I’m telling it
You niggas aren’t getting it
I’m coming from the struggle I survived and I’m still here
Used to bump trains that’s two ways, I don’t feel fear
I don’t know trust, I know a tight bond will tear
Like a good wig, I can’t tell you if it’s real here
I’m from south London, brother, people getting killed here
You can make a mill’ but you can lose it if you’re still here
I lost over 30 grand to family, I’m still here
The word don’t appeal to me, you steal from me I’m still here
Bro, I wasn’t made for this
I don’t get a break, but I’m aware of what breaking is
I wish you could take a hint as well as you can take the piss
I don’t even speak to our brother, man, I just pray for him
It’s never too late for him
Life is at it’s craziness, walls started caving in
All the things I’ve seen would turn a theist, atheist
I didn’t get 99 marks in English, I was faking it
I got 98 ‘cause I don’t know what a vacation is
If you saw God what would you say to him?
If given the chance would you have taken it?
If you could rewind time what would you change in it?
Do you believe in what an angel is?
Furthermore, do you believe in what the devil is?
Do you believe that I can illustrate what Streatham is, then break the fourth​ wall and base Lesley on my relatives?
I’m grateful for my life because I aimed for this
Every bad moment every single fucking day of this
People looking at me, that’s what fame can bring
But to understand the stairs, you take steps then retrace the shit
I tell my circle, the future’s ours, we’re shaping it
The past is just the reason I had came to this
I thank God for the pain because it made me this

[Outro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
I don’t know if you remember those days, bruv
In them days, there was one night in particular, bruv
Came home and for some reason man put on a beat
We were just in the front room, freestyling, bar for bar
I don’t even know how old you was these times, bruv
Probably about, hmm, ten? Ten, nine?
Yeah, man, if I think about it now, think about the transition
Them days there, you had no bars
But to see the stuff you’re doing today, proper man, you what I mean?
Thinking man’s definitely blessed to see how the whole thing’s come together
From time, I think it was ‘JKYL+HYD’ man, you played man that one there
Man was thinking, “Yo, this one here is a banger”, bruv
I remember when I heard that one live on the airwaves for the first time bruv, we was pumping it
Man come to my door was like, “Rah man, that’s a bit loud you know?”
I’m like, “Fam, that’s my brudda”
He was like, “Yeah?”
And you know, on your birthday, man sent you a little card
And it begins
‘Jesse made seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him, “The Lord has not chosen these.”
So he asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?”
“There is still the youngest,” Jesse answered, “but he’s tending the sheep.”
Samuel said, “Send for him, we will not sit down to eat until he arrives.”
So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features
And then the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him, he’s the one.”‘
Bro, you know what that means?
Say no more man

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Young Thug – 420 Lyrics

Woah woah woah, yeah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1:]
Imma charge her like a dodger
Bae im way smarter than marter
Brand new Cadillac with the spoiler
Ain’t playing games like im at the quarters
They say, they say im mean like my father
Imma fuck a nigga bitch and catch your daughter
A lot of rings on my finger like a lodder
Alot of bling living like the ?
I know the answer like a very important color
I leave the pussy nigga death no charger
And im smoking kushy kushy like jorder flooded than we take a order
Got a whole lotta rich nigga man no voice, no voice yeah
Serve a lot of muhfuckers to the front and back door trust
Go to waist nigga kushy smell in the market
Momma had a hundred bands when i mail her
Ever since the first day she never been taller
They just tryna book us all ever since the day im cooking dawgs
She just wanna nut inside her trouser
She just wanna sucky sucky my girls and my boys
She just wanna sucky sucky till i say oh lord
She gon suck it call my money longer than a cord
Momma pussy soaking wet i feel like im abort

[Interlude:]
Lil bitch tryna record
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up

[Verse 2:]
Take two
I come with a few just in case you looking like you do
Imma pull up to the set with my nigga jayroo
Pussy nigga now im big and in it with my piru
Lame bitches know im not gone fuck her they the sue
Imma catch a ? with them wiping like a troup
Hop inside a foreign car tearing up the roof
Imma slide ride pass em cause they do not sell like you
420 getting geeked out my mind, hey
420 imma pop em my spine, hey
420, 420, 420 nigga, 420, 420
20
Alka setzer plus when i was standing on the block i serve the J
Nigga coming back to my whoadie and my nigga but i come and then i lay
Going to the school nigga blood nigga know im bitches late
So geeked out my mind for a wet T-C
Got a pocket full
Nose in my ring like a fucking bull

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Whitney Houston – Love Is A Contact Sport Lyrics

[Intro]
Contact Contact
Huh huh huh huh hoo huh yeah

[Verse 1]
You’ve been avoiding me
Like a cat trying to dodge a dog
I never see ya shine
You’re as cold as the London fog
You claim you want my love
Well I wouldn’t know by the way you behave
If you want to feel the thrill of my touch
You better come out of your cave

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It’s so perplexing
Why you fight it won’t you try it
Love’s electric
Turn me on and see

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

[Verse 2]
I hate to sound aggressive
But I’m tired of waiting for your move
Cut the formalities
Cause you’ve got a few things to prove
If you really want my love
I need to feel it down deep from within
Don’t make me wait too long
I’m ready now come and stroke my skin

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Well all this talking
Worthless chatter just don’t matter
Time for stalkin’
Come get next to me

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

[Interlude]
Hey boy
Why dontcha come on over
So we can make that contact
Contact you dare

[Bridge]
It’s so perplexing
Why you fight it won’t you try it
Love’s electric
Turn me on you’ll see
Contact!

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

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Comethazine – GUSHER GUTS Lyrics

[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

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Waka Flocka Flame – Frosted Leaf Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoo Kid
DatPiff.com world premiere

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
I’ma throw some good vibes out there
So won’t nobody be trippin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
Don’t you wanna go there?
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Hawaiian snow under the microscope
Greenhouse, Red Light, about to eat smoke
No laws, I feel so free there
Zero violence, weed all in the air
I’m ’bout to hit Bob Marley’s shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness style
No cameras in the Red Light
And them girls get tested by the government, and every night
Eat a weed brownie and catch a sex show
Guy in a gorilla suit fuck a nympho
Roll up, I feel so free here
Bongs made of ice, smoke the best weed here
But it’s time to leave here
Next stop London, bruv got a nigga in
And I left 50 bags in the ‘telly
To call my office up, just to fuckin’ tell me

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
You know, they thought I was booked for two more days in Amsterdam in the Grand Hotel
I left 50 bags of weed there, you know, but…
They called me up to tell me I left my weed
I was in London, I can’t bring that shit on the plane, you know?
Whoo Kid

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
Wanna go somewhere
Where all my niggas is just livin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Outro: Watch The Duck & Waka Flocka Flame]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Brick Squad!
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo Kid
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Fatality