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Mr. Lucci – Getting High Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me take another choke of the reefa smoke
I gotta roll up another and another
Like a dime or a double I’m on houble
Like I’m I am floatin on a bubble(hmmn)
Ain’t no trouble wit me rollin the bink
The only trouble wit me is my holdin the bink
Cause when I blaze I hate, I parlay all day
Wit my niggas who can’t plus a dozen of sweets
Now mary jane is my love that I keep
The only one that show when she creep
The only one that I know where she sleep
The only one that can blow like a freak
The only one that can hold my piece (fo real dough)
24/7 gettin twisted and blowed, blowin cakes til my lungs explode
Lettin the good green indo flow threw my lips then out my nose
Pullin sweets and optimos thru my ho dressed in the finer clothes
When the bitch nigga flexed up
She call me slow then she tells me go
I don’t know what I’d do without the blazins of my flamin boo
Through my arm steady, keepin my game in tru
Keep a nigga steady clamin you
I admit keep nigga spendin number while they changin you
When the bags gone in we threw
Or betta yet when the bags gone when we begin
On a hunt for another session wit a fella Texan
Where it’s 10 to get in
All day & night she just hold me tight
Like pit bull bike, like a g&fight
I can’t see it no other way
But me and Mary Jane alone without a joke let’s ride! [Chorus: repeat 2X]
Smoke wit me, that indo weed, that hennessy
Let’s get high, touch the sky
Smoke wit me, that indo weed, that hennessy
Let’s get high, touch the sky
[Verse 2]
See I’m the type that a grab the weed & roll it up solo Johnson fool
Cause everday situations got me lost me in amazing shit
Now I’m wishin I was back in school, I mma break the rules
Smokin weed everyday of my life
And heavenly or everyday that is trife
I be the crook in the night
When my took a look at our life
And found mary as a bigga delight
So baby take swing to the right
And let me kiss you smoove
Leavin my niggas down wit the things you do
I don’t care that you be f**kin wit them niggas is cool
But later on tonight it’ll be me and you
Got no time to prove how deep is my love
For ya bout as deep as the seeds grow
But let me tell you something
I been knockin down dos for ya
Pistol pack where the weed ho
Hit the sweet and I’m blowed
In my superior mode
Playa I’ve been on the grind tryna get it grind cuz i live it
Cool, calm, relaxed, straight, and while I’m straight
Make a playa feel like he chillin the whole day
And feelin it all day
Mary Jane to the brain I’m in love wit ya
You know you need to spend a dub wit ya
Plus I know you really love mista
So won’t you put me on the level like you do all the bud niggas
I be tryna chill but the only way that I can do that is to get a new sac
Call up my crook niggas and my tru cats Mary is waitin to the back
Relax ain’t nobody gonna find us fool
It’s Mary Jane smoke out the room
Glass eyes no doubt, Lucci bring anotha bag wit you
So we can smoke til the sky is blue
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I’mma smoke til I can just can’t smoke no mo
See me runnin to the block to the corner store
Just get a fresh pack of optimo’s
Cause the blow so slow wit my dou to dou
I’mma a pro when the cold is so
In the glass house smoked out movin it slow
Don’t smoke don’t stress no mo
It’s the best to you know
Get my mind stir fried like a vegetable
Puff puff til my lungs explode
Now I’m gone in my own zone, country slow
I can taste her when she feel my throat
Cuz she prevoke the choke
And leave me f**ked up singin a note
Mary Jane I’m in love wit you girl
Cause you hold me down
For never ever see me frown, when I’m comin around

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Mode Xl – Belki De Bizden Biri Lyrics

[Verse 1: Enver]
Cıngar çıkarma cavlarsın hadi yaylan (ne?), kes lan
Buralardan uzasan senin için daha iyi olur
Test voltana paslanan demir kaslanan boynuna oturur
Bas git kurtul yoksa yok satar buralarda postun, adın unutulur
Tadın damaklarda kurutulur, ailenle aran soğutulur
Tuttur bir yol bize uzak ol
Derdini allaha yakın şimdi kaybol
Anladın sen anladın buralara damladın
Anladım peki şimdi niye ağladın? Son bir şans daha vermeli mi
Bilemezsin belki de bizden biri
[Verse 2: Dizzazta]
[?]
[Bridge: Dizzazta]
[?]
[Nakarat]
Yollar çok tehlikeli
Bir sonraki manyak taciz etti mi? Son bir şans daha vermeli mi
Bilemezsin belki de bizden biri
[Verse 3: Veyasin]
Kuruldu kapın önüne salı pazarı
Çık bi’ bak kim kaça ne, ne kadarı
Yarı yarı dedik ama hüpledin kârı
Bende dayanamadım salladım zarı
Son bir şans daha verelim ulu orta yerde kalma
Altın anahtarı bana sunma, döneceğim sanma
Non-stop içeriz
Biz hiç kapanmasın vana
Saat beşe on kala vardım randevuma sadık
Ama baktım o da na herifler kalabalık
Yataklık etmedik hiçbirine dostumuzu satmadık
Arkadan laf atmadık
Bin bir dolap ördürdüler ama kanmadık
Neyse bağladım herifleri bi’ şişeyle
İki dubleyede razı ama yolmam her bulduğum kazı
Topla tası tarağı koyulalım yola asıl madeni bulmaya ve de patlatmaya
Sakın ola düşme tuzağa bubi kaynıyor ortakık anla
[Bridge: Dizzazta]
[?]
[Nakarat]
Yollar çok tehlikeli
Bir sonraki manyak taciz etti mi? Farkındamısın ananın kalbini dağladın ama
Babanı babalara bağladın
Bu konuları şimdi bur’da açma bu civarda götü kolla
Ne olur ne olmaz yokla, havayı kokla ve de zonkla
[Bridge: Dizzazta]
[?]
[Nakarat]
Yollar çok tehlikeli
Bir sonraki manyak taciz etti mi? Son bir şans daha vermeli mi
Bilemezsin belki de bizden biri Son bir şans daha vermeli mi
Bilemezsin belki de bizden biri
[Verse 3: Azat]
Naber matrak attı kontak
Hazırsan başlasın tartak
Bir sallama gibi içine fırtak
Hortladı hortlak gel bu parkda takılak
Gör üç buçuk atmak ne demek bak
Akla zarar kaç farkla Mary Jane arar
Bozar fiyakayi en laubali yerinden
Ve seni en derinden sarsar
Rant kavgası mı bu
Ama bilemedim çekilemez tafrası
Az kaldi zamanı, duyacağı son sancısı Azat imzalı
Demek ki hesap zamanı
Öpecekler belanı tamam mı? Dört dakika kırk dört saniye oldu şimdi
Ayakda kaldıysan hadi saklan
Bedenine veda edecek yoksa kafan
[Bridge: Dizzazta]
[?]
[Nakarat]
Yollar çok tehlikeli
Bir sonraki manyak taciz etti mi?

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Maya Angelou – Human Family Lyrics

I note the obvious differences
in the human family. I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike. We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine. We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike. We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores. Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality. Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side. The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white. I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man. In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same. I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same. We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

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Katie Tropp – Kill Your Head Off Lyrics

[Chorus]
This right here is the song
That will make you want to kill your head off
Come with me and sing along
Because you know I’m about to kill your head off
Grab a drink or hit a bong
Because this right here makes you wanna kill your head off
You ain’t sure what’s really goin’ on
All I know is that I’m gonna kill your head off! [Verse 3]
These thoughts in my brain move a million miles per hour
And most of ya’ll are soft like that vagina Dwight Howard
Superman of what? [Chorus]
This right here is the song
That will make you want to kill your head off
Come with me and sing along
Because you know I’m about to kill your head off
Grab a drink or hit a bong
Because this right here makes you wanna kill your head off
You ain’t sure what’s really goin’ on
All I know is that I’m gonna kill your head off! [Verse 1]
Stop what you’re doing and throw up a sign
Unless you’s a bum please get out of my sight
Because your entire act is probably a lie
Either way I do not give a f**k step to the side
I’m the type of bitch who will pop off at the mouth
Best believe I back it up I ain’t scared to throw it down
I can turn a f**kin’ juggalo back into a clown
If you pass me the mic you know I’ll move this crowd
Straight to hell and away we go
Follow me kiddies with my satanic flow
I seep into your ears and take over your mind
Bring out all your fears that you thought you left behind
So just bang your head right into a wall
Because this beat goes hard and I’m out of control
Then once I’m in charge I won’t ever let go
Until I’ve taken over all across the globe! Being a bitch and whiner
You will not be missed throw up a finger yell “goodbye sir!”
I take a look around the room and all I see
Nothin’ but stupid is what surrounds me
Got morons praying to Gods and worshipping trees
It seems like all common sense has left the building
Every f**kin’ housewife has gotta bud her nose in
She ain’t got shit to do besides be up in your business
Use that energy towards working on your fitness
Then maybe your husband wouldn’t need to f**k the mistress
Excuse my dirty mouth no not really
I will not apologize to who I’m offending
I do not give a f**k is the message I’m sending
Put a hashtag in front of that and get that trending! [Verse 2]
Sometimes I drive fast so that I can release
All this built up aggression inside of me
But on these Texas streets these f**kers make me reach
The breaking point I just want to make them bleed
My temper is extreme so I gotta level it out
With some of that Mary Jane helps mellow me out
You know where to find me just follow the cloud
I’m on another level and I ain’t comin’ on down
Loner and a stoner motivated mother f**ker
Don’t ever count me out I ain’t no one’s sucker
Not your Hootie and The Blowfish Darius Rucker
Not into Rock and Roll but I’m a bad ass drummer
I’ma ride this beat like it’s Justin Timerblake
Cuz I’ma freak and I ain’t lookin’ for a date
I may look sweet but I ain’t a piece of cake
But I know you wanna find out just how Katie Tropp tastes! [Chorus]
This right here is the song
That will make you want to kill your head off
Come with me and sing along
Because you know I’m about to kill your head off
Grab a drink or hit a bong
Because this right here makes you wanna kill your head off
You ain’t sure what’s really goin’ on
All I know is that I’m gonna kill your head off!

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Katie Tropp – Get Down Lyrics

And then when I let you catch up
You’re too outta breath so I f**k your ass up
I kick you to the curb and laugh that shit up
Who woulda though Katie Tropp was a nut?! [Chorus]
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
[Verse 1]
Let’s all get down on the floor
I got some krazy flows do you want some more
I want you to work it til your body gets sore
Then take a bitch home and f**k her like a whore! That’s right nothing cuz you’re too f**kin’ fat
I’m too fast for you to even try to catch! [Chorus]
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now I don’t f**kin’ think so, so suck a f**kin’ dick
Do you even listen to the words that I spit? And anyone who thinks that this is a front
Come and talk to me and I’ll show you what’s up
Say what you want I don’t give a f**k
I know who I am I just throw my finger up! [Chorus]
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
[Verse 3]
Yeah do you feel my flow? [Chorus]
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Get down, let’s all get down
Let’s all get down in this house now
[Verse 2]
Now tell me what the f**k is goin’ on? That’s right bitch I called you fat
Now what the f**k you think you’re gonna do about that? Little suburb white girl can rap a song
And you know I love it when I’m tokin’ on my bong
Blazin’ up my weed while I’m bumpin’ in my car
And when you see me drivin’ down the street
I’m always jamming to a hella tight beat
I’m so high I can barely even see
You will get hella krazy when you listen to me! Mary Jane you’re perfect for me
Everytime I need you you’re there for me
Smoke so much weed my pee is green
I ain’t giving up this shit for anything! That’s what I said bitch can you keep up with this shit? Don’t mess with me cuz I’m outta my mind! If you don’t already know my name is Katie
If you piss me off I get hella krazy
There ain’t no way I’ll be your lady
I’d rather play the field I don’t want no babies! Slip and slide
Dance all night
Slap every bitch I see in sight
Yeah that’s right
What up dyke? And just to let you know I’m hella picky
The only thing I love is my sticky icky
Try and get to me it’s hella tricky
Bounce to this song come on jump with me! Listen to me while you’re smoking on dro
My head is always in a cloud of smoke
I love my weed and that ain’t no joke! Look at your jeans whore they don’t even fit!

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Drake Bell – Smoke It Up Lyrics

Smoke it all ‘fore it dries up
Pass the bowl I’ma light up
See the prize keep your eyes up
Let’s smoke it up
Let’s smoke it up
Mary Jane’s got me tied up
Backwoods by the fire
On the [?] getting higher
Smoking roll after roll after roll til there’s no more to roll

Minding my business
Rollin’ my weed up
Don’t need to stress babe
Kick back with my feet up
Dream chasing
I’m too elevated
Running out of patience
Cut the ties with the fakers
Holding on, you keep holding on, you gotta cut it off
So what you [?] for
I’ma do me so you do you
I’m in an all black coupe, gonna take it to the moon
Take it to the moon
I’ma take it to the moon
Take it to the moon
Without you

Smoke it all ’fore it dries up
Pass the bowl I’ma light up
See the prize keep your eyes up
Let’s smoke it up
Let’s smoke it up
Mary Jane’s got me tied up
Backwoods by the fire
On the [?] getting higher
Smoking roll after roll after roll

Try to feel your time (Did I fuck it up?)
Did I smoke too much? (Did I wait too long?)
Just to feel what I wanted (What I want)
Just to feel what I wanted (What I want)
When the sun goes down, smokers all around
Breath it all in and I let it all out
I’m floating, to the moon
Without you

Smoke it all ‘fore it dries up
Pass the bowl I’ma light up
See the prize keep your eyes up
Let’s smoke it up
Let’s smoke it up
Mary Jane’s got me tied up
Backwoods by the fire
On the [?] getting higher
Smoking roll after roll after roll til there’s no more to roll

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Miguel – Vote lyrics

[Intro]
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
I’ve got that feeling, the feeling too easy
As long as I’m breathing, I’ve gotta vote for a good time

[Verse 1]
Tag your name across the sky
Breathe it in and we can fly
[?]
Yeah, so let’s vote
Like you just got paid, spend it all on Mary Jane
It’s a celebration, yeah, so I vote
Oh, and everything changing
It’s got me feeling strange, but we can stand together
Yeah, so just vote
Summer nights that we were wild
Make the choice that makes you proud
Make the choice that makes you proud
Yeah, and vote for a good time

[Pre-Chorus]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]

[Chorus]
Vote for a good time
Yeah, oh, good time, alright
Good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Vote for a good time

[Verse 2]
So much beauty into nothing, sometimes life is ugly
[?]
So let’s vote
[?] don’t wait
Make the choice that sets you free now
And that’s [?] your mind, you’ll be fine if you just vote
Tag your name across the sky
Breathe it in and we can fly
[?]
For the moments we’ll remember
And the people that we treasure
We can keep it all together, oh
Vote for a good time

[Pre-Chorus]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]
Vote for a good time

[Chorus]
Good time, good time
Good time, yeah yeah yeah
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, oh
Oh, I vote, oh, I vote
Vote for a good time, good time
You know I know I know
Oh, good time, alright
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Oh, I vote, oh, I vote
Vote for a good time, good time
You know I know I know
Oh, good time, alright
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Let’s vote for a good time

[Outro]
[?] I don’t wanna [?]
Oh, I can see you same time tomorrow night, yeah
Right now feels like the greatest of our lives
It’s you and I

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Kerina Alex – Bad lyrics

[Verse 1]:
Thought I was a good girl
When you brought me into your world
You never thought you’ll see the day
I’d finally change
I know you bad
But I’m just as bad as you a side that you never knew
We bad
Your style got me in the mood
Got fucked up on attitude

[Chorus]:
Bad boy shit ain’t funny
Dope boy get that money
Bad bitch count that honey
I ain’t really care if a nigga be funny
Cause you bad
But I can be bad as you
Yeah I’m just as bad as you

[Verse 2]:
Started on the wrong hand
Seeing you in these streets
You be chilling with your niggas
I be rolling with my girls
Can’t take your eyes off of me
Can tell I swept you off your feet
You wanna fuck this on repeat
Oh baby
I met that bad boy side of you
Must admit I’m loving
And I’m gone ride for you
You’re all I ever wanted
The way you be loving on my chocolate
Got your Mary Jane breath on my chococlit
I’m mad as hell and still my top goes off
Hands on my body baby
Turn me on
Bring out the bad side of me
Fuck out the shy in me
Hop on a moto
Come ride with me
Just do what you want
Just take control
Now I know you bad
But I can be bad as you
A side that you never knew
We bad

[Chorus]:
Bad boy shit ain’t funny
Dope boy get that money
Bad bitch count that honey
I ain’t really care if a nigga be funny
Cause you bad
But I can be bad as you
Yeah I’m just as bad as you

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Lil Skies – Red Roses lyrics

(feat. Landon Cube)

[Intro]
Menoh

[Hook: Lil Skies]
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
We get high to pass time but bitch I ain’t no fiend
I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
Please don’t send me naked pictures, I don’t like to be teased
Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
I ain’t worried bout shit, these niggas ain’t scaring me
I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain’t trusting a soul

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
I roll up the Mary Jane, no they can’t feel my pain
I’m still trapping everyday, I think I’m stuck in my ways
If you looking for a handout get the fuck out my face
I don’t care about no friends because they all were just fake
In my inbox like I owe you, I got this by myself
I was broken down bad when you said you would help
Now I’m up, they love to hate me, that’s just bad for your health
And she say she a college girl but left her books on the shelf
She gon’ fuck me like a porn star, a rock star
Trying to skirt off in that fast car, like NASCAR
Girl you know I got a cold heart
If I would give it to you, would you tear that shit apart
Red roses on my grave, bury me with art
And with some Backwoods and a lighter just so I could spark
Midnight rider, never put the car in park
I’m shining bright just like a light cause I came from the dark
I ain’t never had nobody, put that on my mommy
I might have to catch a body if you try to stop me
She ride like a Kawasaki and she like it sloppy
Oh you got a hotty body, come ride on my Johnny
Imma go show you the wave, just give me some space
Why you all up in my face like you need a taste
Good designer on my waist, shooters keep the K
I tell them boys to play it safe, don’t lay in your grave
I ain’t never taking time off, I’m steady grinding
I’m never lying, was never crying
Take flights I’m flying, no you can’t see me
Say you need me but you deceive me

[Hook: Lil Skies]
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
We get high to pass time but bitch I ain’t no fiend
I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
Please don’t send me naked pictures, I don’t like to be teased
Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
I ain’t worried bout shit, these niggas ain’t scaring me
I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain’t trusting a soul

[Verse 2: Landon Cube]
I ain’t never forgotten, not a soul worth remembering
Cause all these motherfuckers turn to foe when they envy
So I don’t talk, I work hard
Cause you could be someone today and just be nobody tomorrow
She said I’ll never be shit but a god damn rock star
That blunt ash on the floor
Well she ain’t that far off
Said she ain’t that far off
Roll, smoke
That’s all we know
Toke
Took a drag out that wood now she goin for my wood
So we going to my hood
Yea she gonna get it good
And she know who we are
She want this rock star life and she said I’m going far
And she off a bar
And she can’t feel her face no more
Yeah she off a bar and she can’t feel her face no more
She said she can’t feel her face no more

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Anderson .Paak – Room In Here lyrics

(feat. The Game & Sonyaè Elise)

[Skit]
“Besides surfing, what do you think about? Love, for instance?
I don’t think about it, I make it”

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
I want you by my lonesome, above this crowded space
It’s easier to hold some, when no one’s in the way
Well if no one’s in the running for the part
I’d love to pick a day
To show you the main room (Whenever’s a good time)
I don’t need a bouquet, I just need proper space
Homie three blocks away, I got bottles for days
I got tropical haze, go ahead and wave bye
Let me help with your coat, grab a hold of my arm
Tell them niggas to move, tell your sister you fine

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Cause baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
As crazy as it may seem, it’s not too hard to read
It’s too many ifs and maybes, and not enough certainty
Well if no one’s putting numbers on the board
I’d love to take a swing, might even graze you
But I don’t mean any harm, I’m just speaking my mind
Take a look at that moon, ’bout as bright as your eyes
We got plenty of space, go ahead and recline
Take a puff of that, get a sip of this wine
Yeah, feelin’ good?

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Cause baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

[Verse 3: The Game]
She had a bright smile, big white teeth, I mean
Whiter than her white T, remind me of wifey
Met her at the studio, sort of like a high buyer
She told me she had game so we connected like the wifi
She had this Asian swagger ‘bout her, so I call her mai tai
Started followin’ her, she was the only thing on my timeline
And there was this one picture, her in the swimsuit
That made a nigga want to beat it up, and I intend to
But I’ma have to put in work, baby girl then drink it all
Face like Mona Lisa, I’m just tryna be the wall to hang on
I ain’t got no patience, I can’t wait long
She come and see me, but she don’t stay long
And that’s the problem, she a good girl
Maybe it’s too much smoke in the room
And she don’t want that Mary Jane in her Vidal Sassoon
So I’mma take a minute, and walk her to her Uber
Got a bullet in my heart, and she the shooter
Ay, .Paak

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

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Childish Gambino – II. Shadows lyrics

[Hook:]
Ohhh no no no no
(She said) no no no no
Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more
Yeah, no no no

[Verse:]
Face down in the brown grass
Same shame on my brown ass
The birds in the trees as we run through
And if I’m dead to the world, what you gon’ do? What you gon’ do?
Like, (I can’t remember), Shot’s fired, rewind, please girl be mine
Email denied, talk to me baby
Before we go crazy, might do it baby
We were so Jay Z & Beyonce, my aunt say “keep the sex game picante”
So Aunt May, the Mary Jane what we’re hitting on
We were trying to forget there was something wrong
Love is Russian roulette, I had the safety on
We popped pills at the Coachella
Put my hand on her knees, man I can’t tell her
The fear that I feel man it might kill her
Man it might kill her, it’s a prep school it might kill her
When they jumped the dude [?] kill ’em
I don’t care what he say
I’ma give my platinum back like I’m a half ton gorilla
You can hang but hommie I don’t know
But your boy sound weak like a week ago
But we ain’t speaking though (x2)

[Hook:]
Tuesday afternoon, I ain’t got shit to do
Gon’ fall in love with you (x2)
Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more
Yeah, no no no

[Bridge:]
I hope you understand, I hope you understand
I hope you understand now
When that beat drop
Oh no no no
(I hope you understand) I hope you understand
Cause everywhere I go
Everything I see
I just hope you understand

Won’t let me call in the back
Why is he calling me black?
Why ain’t you calling me back? (x5)

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Dua Lipa – Thinking ‘Bout You lyrics

[Verse 1]
3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Verse 2]
Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Bridge]
I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

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Jeremih – Don’t Tell Em (G-MIX Pt.2) Lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Brackins]
Made another hit for the radio station

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Zendaya]
It’s alright
Ooh baby it’s alright
Do a movin’ like a long flight
Turn up, yeah I just might
Get it poppin’ I’ma have some fun
Yeah baby think you are the one
On replay like my favorite song
Do you, don’t take too long
I was mobbin’ to the bay with my J’s on
Vibing to the beat, I’m in my zone
Movin’ in like it was a dance song
I think I hear my jam coming in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
This my jam coming in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I hear the 808 kicking in

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 2: Bobby Brackins]
Made another hit, it’s way past the sequel
Catch me in trafffic turnin’ up with my people
May be in the East End, double d’s regal
She wanna find me, she ain’t trippin’ off Nemo
Bay to LA, I built a new bridge
Take you to the crib, show you how a boss live
Gonna stay mobbin’ with a Fairfax fit
Turn up, boo thang cause that’s my ish
I was mobbin’ to the bay, A’s hat on
Vibing to the beat, i’m in my zone
Mobbin’ hard, yeah I get my jam on
Turn up
It ain’t loud enough, I wanna hear my jam bang
Keep it on blast, don’t you think about changing
Still going hard darling, please be patient
More slaps coming and they all is amazing
We could hit the function or play slaps and stay in
Hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, pull your panties down from under you
Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q
Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane
Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring
Nasty, baby me do it in the backseat
Swear this marijuana keep it cracking
Lights, camera, action, I ain’t doing nothing ’til the cash in
Money, money, money, weed, fashion
Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing
Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping
Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay

[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya
Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 4: Rihanna]
Dry! …Me a desert him
Nuh time to have you lurking
Him ah go act like he nuh like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest
Nuh body touch me you nuh righteous
Nuh badda, text me in a crisis
I believed all of your dreams, adoration
You took my heart and my keys and my patience
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration
You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation
All that I wanted from you was to give me
Something that I never had
Something that you’ve never seen
Something that you’ve never been!
Mmmmm!
But I wake up and act like nothing’s wrong
Just get ready fi…

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em (no)

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Logic – Indica Badu Lyrics

[Intro: Logic]
Yeah, yeah
This that J Dilla right here
Badu, Indica Badu
Yeah, that’s right

[Verse 1: Logic]
Riding ’round the city with my homies blowing trees
Wavy like the seven seas
Living life, let me get it right
Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful independent woman finna’ make you wait to smash
Come now let me count this cash
Come now let me set this flash
Pockets fat like shorty ass
Jump in the whip gotta get this gas
Put that shit in drive, up live like ammunition
No permission needed
I proceeded to accelerate
Had days with hella’ hate
But gotta let that anger migrate
All this shit that’s on my plate
That food for thought that can’t be bought
But only taught and on the real know

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga like we smoking all weekend
And I roll and smoke when I’m drinkin’
Tell them open that dope but don’t peek in
We be havin’ a OG Kush meetin’
If we smokin’ that dope it’s a reason
I sell love from the chiefin’
I be getting high when I wake up
And roll me one more ‘fore I’m sleeping
Man I be smoking so good that I be forgetting the past
It don’t even come to my house if it ain’t wrapped up in a turkey bag
We roll up the herb and laugh
Kick back, blowing zip
Take it on a plane, know I smoke the same when I’m on a trip
Niggas like me always got weed on ’em
Try to tell me that she don’t smoke later on she joinin’
Ain’t no point, no I’m back, keep going in
You been rolling with cats, you boring
I be bringing them stacks enormous
Section always in the back important
Bad bitch gorgeous, pack imported

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Verse 3: Logic]
Uh
Yeah I’m finna get up in the feeling
Independent feeling like a boss
Roll a little something, smoke a little smoothing
Kick back and then floss
Chiefin’ that Indica in the cut
Tell my anxiety to get lost
Fuck a pill, only numb the pain
You know how much that shit cost?
I ain’t talking ’bout your pocket, no I am only talking about the mind
When the cannabis combine with the brain it be like everything you seen you seen the shine
Smoking that golden state, everything going great
Got a lot on my plate
Lotta city of complaints
Stacking money in the bank
This that RATTPACK and that Taylor Gang
They know the face and they know the name
I’m a married man with a bad wife
Never fuck around unless it’s Mary Jane
Come play the game
Honestly never the same
Just like my flow, got one for every occasion
Living the life so my life is amazing

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Outro: Logic]
Yeah
And if you don’t know by now, I smoke weed
Hahahahhahaha
How Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain’t gonna give me the laugh though
Hahaha
That shit iconic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Indica Badu

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Khia – Backwoods Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m out here smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Drop a whole gram in it and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh

I’m smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Got me high, lookin’ good and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh

[Verse 1]
I’m out here smoking on the wood
Way in the back
Got me high feeling good and I think I need a drank
Titties sittin’ up pretty, and my ass sittin’ fat
Tryin’ to pull up on my nigga cause I know that’s where he at
In the hood, where it’s good
Rooftop gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean
My cup on full
My pockets on (?)
Smoke out your (?)
Boy, I’m out of control, oh-oh

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I slide through the hood
Way in the back
Looking fly, feeling good
About to pour another drank
Smoking on my backwood
Chilling with my black wood
Cause he break my back good
And he make me act good
Crumbling herb all day, and day
Andre, press play, what you say?
808 blasting, through the hood I’m passing
Nigga, why you asking?
Hit the wood and pass it, oh-oh

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Head chopped off, rooftop gone
Wood grain boss
Bitch, you know me costs
Checking out the boys with they toys
Rim shiny, candy paint blinding
Smoking on hypnotic
Hoes clocking, cause they man watching
Tell me when you see
A bitches best me
D still got me going
Calling one hit wonder
Blow smoke in your face
Me and Mary Jane

[Hook]

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Upchurch – Traveler

I stay walking the woods, getting lost in my thoughts
Wondering if this path is one that I’m ‘posed to be on
But I do get lost in a daze, waking back off in my mind

And I realize camera flashes really will make you go blind
And I’m just binding the sense, and not the cents to make dollars
I’m not gonna go crazy over shit to me that don’t really matter
Who cares if you got money, shit, dawg, I got money too
But you drop the materialistic shit then who the fuck are you
And I’m just strolling through fields call me the phantom of Dixie
With the devil creeping behind, always slick, trying to come trick
But I ain’t paying attention to the shadows that lurk my back
I’m here to be a star and have folks down the road within my path

You are the traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheel spinning in the sunset through the night
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light

I grew up with my pawpaw watching reruns of Lonesome Dove
Too stoned and messed, I dress up in his cowboy handsome
And I grab his guitar and pretend to be Johnny Cash on a stage
Just standing in the kitchen when I didn’t know how to play
And I’m surrounded by snakes but I’m the one with the venom
I got the voice of the good people, mainstream won’t even listen
I can’t even get two seconds, shit
I’m the black sheep I’m guessing
But I’m gonna conquer these obstacles with the blade up my neck
Yeah I stress out so I smoke and Mary Jane kicks me up
My mind state in the moonlight is something powerful from above
So when the full moon cast a beam and the beam is shining on me
I guess it’s time to hit the stage like that edible I am

You are the traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheel spinning in the sunset through the night
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light

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Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

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Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Nothin’ fall for anything
Prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

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Kodak Black – Talk About It Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, she know I be runnin’ it, too
Lil’ shawty know I’m full of love
She know I’m bullshittin’
Aye, King, stop playin’, boy, turn the light on in here

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
She know I’m bullshittin’, she know I’m running the game
Lil’ shawty know I’m selling dreams, she buyin’ it anyway
Start some beef with me, boy, it’ll be over any day
And my plug come from Italy, yeah he keep me paid
Everyday I’m sippin’ on remedy, yeah I keep that drink
They need to free my dogs literally ’cause they in a cage
I fuck with youngins sometimes
You straight, but you got crooked ways
Life’s a gamble, crushin’ [?] my ace of spades
Know I used to fuck with [?] ’til I heard he gay
I heard a nigga stuck a broom right up his dirty ass
And, I be on a molly sippin’ [?]
And, I don’t like nobody, so get out my face
And, I be out here wilin’, bitch, I’m young and violent
Aye, I get out my [?], I get out my lane
I be wearing Venus, I get out my space
The Devil, he be creepin’, get him out my space
I’m slidin’ wit’ my toast, but it’ll get you baked
And, I don’t need a holster when it’s on my waist
Yeah, I’m a hell raiser, but I’m heaven made
I’m a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways
And I poured the lean up in my [lemonade?]
I use this shit to my advantage, call it 7 days
And I stack it like a sandwich wit’ no mayonnaise
I spent some time wearin’ [?], but I don’t ever see

[Verse 2: Humble Haitian]
[?] casino while my niggas play spades
Niggas be like bitches, they be throwin’ shade
Bitch, get out my face, don’t like them anyway
Bitch, I’m gettin’ money, no [?], and I got laid
I’m like a horse on hay, I’m talking Mary Jane
Let my [?] keep that heat, but I’m in [?]
Nigga come ’round playin’, snipers make you hit the floor
Stay strong, nigga
Bitch, I’m on my 10 toes

[Verse 3: CBE]
From a nigga, call it [?]
Through FedEx, sell it on Ebay
My goons goin’ crazy, they goin’ insane
Mention my name, I’m aimin’ at yo’ brain
Far from [dual lanes?] we are not the same
Took a nigga bitch, he ain’t seen the hoe since
That fed don’t make dollars, they don’t make cents
[?] in the head with the llama, call it common sense

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Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

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Snoop Dogg Ft. Chris Brown & OT Genesis – 3’s Company Lyrics


(Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown))
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherf**ker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherf**ker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Verse 2: O.T. Genasis)
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach ni**a, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a ni**a bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside ni**a, stand on my toes
Cisco ni**a, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any ni**a say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Verse 3: Chris Brown)
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

(Bridge: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we walking (walking)
Play on player,(walking) play on player, play on player, play on player

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Bridge: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Refrain: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

(Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg))
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

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Zoey Dollaz – Oh Yeah Yeah Lyrics ft. Casey Veggies

Zoey Dollaz – Oh Yeah Yeah Lyrics ft. Casey Veggies

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
I’m just mobbin’ through the party with my niggas
Seen a couple bad bitches, fuckin’ wit’ us
See some broke niggas, hatin’ on the side line
We just laughin’ at them niggas givin’ high fives
Oh yeah yeah
I’m just here to fuck the night up
Oh yeah yeah
Me and my niggas finna turn up
Oh yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Turn up, uh, dark shades, red cup (woo)
Mobbin’ through the party like wassup (wassup)
See a few chicks actin’ stuck up (uh)
But, fuck it, we just here to get fucked up (turn up)
See some bad bitches (bad ones)
Bad bitches, real life, no filter, no catfishes (bad bitches, yikes!)
See some niggas hatin’ on the sideline (haha)
Tell them niggas get a better job 9-5
I’m just mobbin’ through, fly like a plane (fly like a plane)
A cup of water in my hand, I don’t do Mary Jane
My niggas sippin’ on drink and he rollin’ up (rollin’ up)
Fuck it, we ain’t leavin’ this party, till the sun is up

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[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
I’m just mobbin’ through the party with my niggas
Seen a couple bad bitches, fuckin’ wit’ us
See some broke niggas, hatin’ on the side line
We just laughin’ at them niggas givin’ high fives
Oh yeah yeah
I’m just here to fuck the night up
Oh yeah yeah
Me and my niggas finna turn up
Oh yeah yeah

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[Verse 2: Casey Veggie]
Yeah, young Veggie’s make these girls go crazy
Said she never met a nigga, that was so wavy
Baby, never left the lot in a new ‘cedes
When you turn the lights down, she get X rated
Get pounds from the plug, we like 480
I been caught up in that gang, feel so crazy
I whip it up, until the product go crazy
The way I beat it up, never leave no statement
She the type of bad bitch, to borrow a car
And I’m a young rich nigga, ain’t trippin’ at all
She like I’m with my friends too, who coming with y’all?
It’s just me and Zoey Dollaz lookin’ for ’em all

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
I’m just mobbin’ through the party with my niggas
Seen a couple bad bitches, fuckin’ wit’ us
See some broke niggas, hatin’ on the side line
We just laughin’ at them niggas givin’ high fives
Oh yeah yeah
I’m just here to fuck the night up
Oh yeah yeah
Me and my niggas finna turn up
Oh yeah yeah

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Freddie Gibbs – Dear Maria (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah….. Yeah
Tryna get my cash up (yeah)
Tryna get my cash up (ugh)

[Chorus 1]
Livin’ in the city, when your winnin’
In the city nigga wanna get your glass up
Coca got my cash up (yeah)
Heroine got my cash up (yeah)
Shittin’ on the city, when your winnin’ in the city
Nigga wanna get your glass up (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Dear Maria, I know it was like 2010 the last time I had seen ya
Back when I used to hang outside, Actavis in my two liter
40 Cali, (?) pimping gotta keep the 9 mm
Plus I, plus I traded in the black Cadillac for the Beamer
I was trapping out a dirty apartment on Little Caesar’s
Damn Maria, can I purchase a brick of yay from your people?
Homie front me with like five
Paid twenty-three for the eagle
Boy I live illegal

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Verse 2]
Dear Maria, you always kept a young nigga fed
When I wasn’t eatin’
Like when you set me up for the lick on them Puerto Ricans
Always said that if I get rich off this shit that you’d be the reason
Always said that if I’m gone jump out this shit that you’d be the reason
Gotta have a type of all type of bitches I gotta feed them
On the late night, with the dick game
Drugs in me got me creeping
I know you love me, know you can’t picture a nigga leavin’
I ain’t never leavin’
Never No never never say never nigga
Say motherfuck love and stay on your cheddar nigga
I wish that it felt like I had forever with you
But i know one day your gone find a better nigga
They gone wife you up, settle you down, they gone have a wedding witch-ya
I’m just a thug, I’ll buy bottles and get a section witch-ya
Maria flip if she found out I’m fuckin’ on her sister
Freddie Cane, Dog unchained
I’m just that kinda nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Got the game running in my veins
Got the game running in my veins
Blood on my opponent
Don’t give a fuck, I flaunt it
All I ever wanted was everything

[Chorus 2]
Living in the city where your shittin’ on the city and the city got me blast
I got chickens in the city
And a cousin shippin’ with me
Told her ain’t no future with me
I’m addicted to this cash
Dear Maria

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Outro]
Never Change
Ooooo yeah
Never Change, yeah yeah
Cocaine got me everything
This shit it won’t change shit
Mary Jane, Rick James, Cocaine
Oooooohh
Ooooooo Yeah
Rick James, Rick James
Cocaine, Rick James
Ohhh Ohhh

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Kodak Black – Corrlinks and JPay Lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ blinds but I’m blowin’ Mary Jane
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, gotta let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope locker
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just say, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that bitch, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the groud
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
Them fuckin’ niggas eatin’ zoon zoons and waaa waa
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy totin Black you a profit, nigga
Come here, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

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Pitbull – Options (feat. Stephen Marley)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Stephen Marley, let ’em know what time it is

[Verse 1: Stephen Marley]
We came here to party, we came here to dance
You know that you’re my girl, damn right I’m your man
This night going too good, don’t fall for the games
Or the he said, she said dumb shit

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Been around the game, been around the fame
Been around the money, been around some names
But the chico’s still the same, some things never change
Here’s a tip, show me your friends
I’ll show you your future, keep the change
I’ve seen ’em come and go, I’ve seen ’em sell they souls
You my number one draft pick, baby, let’s pick and roll
I always keep you up, up on a pedestal
Misery loves company, baby, don’t sweat these hoes

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
They looking for the perfect man
They looking for the perfect life
They take some perfect pics
They want some perfect dick
But there ain’t nothing perfect, girl
No such thing as a perfect world
These broads try hard to be
Who they not and not who they are
Baby, you sweating what? Baby, you sweating who?
You talking ’bout such and such who tries to be you?
Man, you JFK, mami, you out your mind
Misery loves company, I’ll tell you one more time

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Bridge: Pitbull]
Baby, you know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things
You know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

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Horrorshow – Our Time (Bardo State Album)

[Intro: Solo]
Two’s company
Three’s a crowd
Unless it’s you
Me and the clouds

[Verse 1: Solo]
Hey little lady, what you wanna do today?
Well I was hoping that’s what you would say
She said she feeling adventurous, she wanna attempt
A ménage à trois avec moi and Mary Jane
The three of us could sit up in my room and ruminate
I love the way that you communicate
Or we can make like Celsius, take one, two—then illuminate
Or maybe we should choose to make the most of this beautiful day
Take a stroll in the park ‘til we find us a spot
Nice view of the bay, then I’ll call an Uber to take us home
And when we get there, we can get blown
We can drift off, we can just let go
We can move with at very own tempo
So what you say baby? Let’s go

[Chorus: Solo]
Long as I’m, by your side
It’s alright
Laughing in the twilight as the hours float on by
So just let your hand, reach for mine
It’s alright
There’s no need to rush so baby, let’s just take our time

[Verse 2: Solo]
This goes out to the stoner girls, blowing kisses
She got the stash in her handbag, handy with the scissors
Know her way around a pack of Rizlas
Eating munchies watching Fuck, That’s Delicious, see
Two’s company, three’s a crowd, but I wrote this one for you
So you could have something to smoke a blunt to
Maybe I’ll roll me one too
And when we come to
We’ll be looking in the fridge for the answers
Hungry enough to eat the deer and the antlers
Laughing at your witty banter
Then we retire and try out a couple tantras
And if I could speak candidly
This here’s just a fantasy
Nothing shady, but if you wanna understand the tree
Then float the idea yo, let’s plant the seed
Won’t you dance with me?

[Chorus: Solo]
Long as I’m, by your side
It’s alright
Laughing in the twilight as the hours float on by
So just let your hand, reach for mine
It’s alright
There’s no need to rush so baby, let’s just take our time

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Sean Leon – Daughter (Hailey-Nirvana) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Hook]
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I, yeah

[Verse 1]
We gon’ get this started
We gon’ get distorted
I was on the corner
Back to back with orders
Fuck her never call her
Man I had to pull up
Half a brick a rap performance
Bricks off rap recordings
Please don’t come up short
Please don’t come up short
Yeah, please don’t come up short
Or we gon’ come for sure
We gon’ fix that now
Come through and fix that now
Xylo fix your crown
Yeah

[Hook]
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper

[Verse 2]
It’s funny how things change
I used to pay for Mary Jane with my loose change
Back when I would get high with Ricardo Ransom
Smoking blunts at the condo with the fucking mandem
Back when "The Motto" was my fucking anthem
I was in my mother’s van with a loaded handgun
Taking them orders
My mother’s key was the key
To have kilos and quarters
And hang on the corners
Dropped out of college and then flipped my OSAP
And then hit the corners
Hot boy is real out this shit
Hot boy it feel like a sauna
I ain’t looking at the past this year
I ain’t even look back this year
I’m far past being passive
I’m on pace to have a massive year
And they ain’t fucking with my last idea
Yeah

[Bridge]
I smoke backwoods
Never hold back words
Never look backwards
I smoke backwoods
Never hold back words
Never look backwards

[Pre-Outro]
Yeah, I will war for plaques and world tours
I told y’all I’m down to tote toys
I rolled the dice to ride in a Rolls Royce
But this the role of my life no encore
(Life no encore, life no encore)

[Outro]
Got in some drama somewhere out in Scarborough
To be honest though that drama scarred me
Back when I had no phone I couldn’t call Ricardo
Black Sheep
At war with all the carbon copies, yeah
Kamikaze till the karma caught me
In fact it always felt like karma was coming after me
I, was slowly tripping man I fell into the fantasy
Still slowly tripping and still tryna make it
So I can get it so my family can eat
You know?
Sometime it’s hard but I make it

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Options – Pitbull feat. Stephen Marley lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Options

We came here to party, we came here to dance
You know that you’re my girl, damn right I’m your man
This night going too good, don’t fall for the games
Or the he said, she said dumb sh*t.(options)

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Been around the game, been around the fame
Been around the money, been around some names
But the chico’s still the same, some things never change
Here’s a tip, show me your friends versuri-lyrics.info
I’ll show you your future, keep the change
I’ve seen ’em come and go, I’ve seen ’em sell they souls
You my number one draft pick, baby, let’s pick and roll
I always keep you up, up on a pedestal
Misery loves company, baby, don’t sweat these hoes.

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

They looking for the perfect man
They looking for the perfect life
They take some perfect pics
They want some perfect dick
But ain’t nothing perfect, girl
No such thing as a perfect world
These broads try hard to be
Who they not and not who they are
Baby, you sweating what? Baby, you sweating who?
You talking ’bout such and such who tries to be you?
Man, you JFK, mami, you out your mind
Misery loves company, I’ll tell you one more time.

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Baby, you know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things
You know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your loveee?
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Dua Lipa – Thinking ‘Bout You lyrics

3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

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Dua Lipa – Thinking ‘Bout You

[Verse 1]
3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Verse 2]
Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Bridge]
I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you