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DDG – Toxic Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
I ain’t writin’ this shit ’cause I’m in my mu’fuckin’ feelings, nigga
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Love you, I just used to love you
Now I wouldn’t love touch you or see what you been up to
Nowadays it’s fuck you, I was tryna fix this shit
You ain’t even want to, why the fuck I want you
This shit finna haunt you, all them bitches want me
I ain’t gotta fake it, the bitches that you hangin’ with ain’t like you ’til you made it
When you seen me with another bitch you couldn’t take it
A couple other bitches that you with I seen ’em naked
When I sent them roses to yo crib, the shit was cool though
See you at the function next week, with a dude though
I already knew though, it’s fuckin’ with my mood though
Now I’m in the clubs and I’m lookin’ for a new ho
Not a ho, a lowkey girl, still in school though
Could’ve drove the car to Mexico, but we flew though
Blowin’ on this gas and it feel like I’m in Pluto (Pluto)
[Chorus]
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show
[Verse 2]
Young, rich teens, when I met you, you was innocent
Started off great, I was hopin’ we could finish it
Love in the air everytime that we got intament
Messaged you on Instagram, I’m thinkin’ ’bout unsendin’ it
‘member you got pregnant and we rushed up to the clinic
You was scared, but I hadn’t been that happy in a minute
Even though we lost a baby, I’m still wonderin’ if we didn’t
Would we still be together?, probably not, who am I kiddin’
We was toxic, really we was toxic
Our relationship was not shit
Shit was outta pocket
You was playin’ games the whole time like a bop it
Can’t cry over spilled milk, we gotta mop it
I’m just really datin’, prayin’ you not hatin’
I wanna see you happy, please don’t let that be mistaken
By the time you realize it’s no better, I’ll be taken
(By the time you realize it’s no better, I’ll be taken)
[Chorus]
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show
Stayin’ repeatin’ I gotta go
Do I still love you?, I never know
If I’m tellin’ too much then let me know
But if some shit was done in the dark it gotta show

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Pete Seeger – Living In The Country Lyrics

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone
When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone
When I’m dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I’ve gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us
It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band
The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there’s a 92 year old woman
Who wrote a song, which some of you may know
She plays it, who knows it? (Traditional)
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A.

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MEXICO Lyrics and Video Song – Karan Aujla

Karan Aujla! Jamaa vi ni egoKadey forevigoKadey Mexico
Bande poore kill niKarde aan chillKade dekhde na bill ni
Karde aa kaareLaine aa nazaare
Shehron baahr dereLA hundi raat hunde Vegas savere
Gaddiyan ne kaim niNaddiyan ne fan niPiche piche line niJatt nu taan jatt nu taanRichie Rich kehn ni
Royal Music Gang!J Lucky!Deep Jandu!Karan Aujla!Ha ha ha
Baabe di aa mehar vairi sade rehnde aaTaahion vairi sadde naal lade rehnde aaYaaran naal yaariyan da shonk jatt nuHar vele jehde naal khade rehnde aaShonk vi pugaunde aaPeg poora launde aaDaaru peeke par ni khalara paayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’chParty karan Mexico jaayi daVailpuna karaan velliyan de town’chParty karan Mexico jaayi da haan
Laini tu Ferrari GTR dass kehdi carGaddiyan na rakhan na kiraaye de utteJinne diyan shor navi gaddi rakhdeUnne paise laaye ne alloy de utte
Boht hadd bittiyanPolish’an ni kittiyanSukh ya dukh jashan manayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’chParty karan Mexico jaayi daVailpuna karaan velliyan de town’chParty karan Mexico jaayi da haan
Ho pair dharaan jithe landmine chaldiKade kade Rum kade Wine chaldiGaddi pichhe gaddiyanYaar pichhe naddiyanYaar pichhe naddiyan di line chaldi
Kitta ae grind saaf paani naalo mindYaar dillon poora kindHakk nahiyo khayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’chParty karan Mexico jaayi daVailpuna karaan velliyan de town’chParty karan Mexico jaayi da haan

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Forever Came Calling – If Bukowski Could See Me Now Lyrics

Let’s get reckless like the ocean ‘cause I’m careless like the sea
I watched you walk inside this crowded room, trying to drink the void in you
We’re all searching for something intangible, breaking moons apart to let the ocean know
You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
Sitting tongue out and spinning, traded true love for a ring
Walk the shores of Mexico and finally calmed her seas
You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
So crack my heart, and let you finish those lines
‘cause the actors that we play are taking on our lives
Of all the things she swore she ever meant, still in my head it’s “the difference.”
I guess you were just smarter than the gate to drug use and awkward sex
My best friends will be the death of me, but I gotta say it’s the only way to be
Did your best to try and find change, nickel and dimed but pennies ain’t got nothing to say
She crashes those waves, she is dead weight
Did you ever find change?

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GLOCK Lyrics and Video Song – Dilpreet Dhillon | Parmish Verma | Jinde Meriye

jatt tureya.. jatt tureya.. Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureyaChak tureya paun dhakk tureyaPainda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. jatt tureya..Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. jatt tureya.. Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureyaChak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Ow shehar tere de raj aa niO itthe masla ni koi votan daMaahda calculatorSadde hisab ni launda note’aa daHo likhde aanTe khulla hi gaune aanKhulle hi kharche neTe khulle hi kamaune aaKyun, paidi hai phir dhakk champion! Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureyaChak tureya paun dhakk tureyaPainda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. jatt tureya..Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. jatt tureya.. jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. Hoo…
Ho kaaleya raahan da kayi raahi aakh deMaut chandri da kayi maahi aakh deHo kayi aakhi jaande bhuchal munde nuSehar tere jatt nu tabhaai aakh de
Aai maut de vi nahio munda pairi girdaShehar goreya de vigdeya jatt firdaNaam unjh Mexico takk boldaBoldi bandook munda ghatt bolda
oh ta agg da barolaPoora khabra ch raulaAuunda gun da karaunda thakk thakk turreya
Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya.. Ho shera aale jigra tere kabbe yaar daFirda street’aa vich gunde maardaHo bhad’de aule vairi jaag deTere jatt nu aa dhakk champion aakh de
Bethe maawan kole darde jawaak sun layiHunde 9mm de khadaak sunn layiHo giddara de wagh waang jhund ch ni rehndaKalla firda muchha nu dinda batt tureya
Munda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureyaJatt tureya..

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Germ – Bodybag Lyrics

Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad? Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad? Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick (Bad shit)
[Verse]
Movin like the president
Thought dat was evident
I’m feelin type heaven sent, nah I’m just arrogant
Flooded pussy bitch be wet
Done dived in wit no vest
I’m gone flex Pablo talk dat check
Medellin elect
Ice tray da game gulf of Mexico call up da plug
Steppin in deez Valentinos 3flip f**k it, f**k em up
You can’t live like us
Better tighten up
Pull up military rover truck pullin Chernobyl stunts
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary
[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad? [Intro]
Another nigga body bagged (Huh)
Another nigga body bagged (Ay)
[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?

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Los Cuates De Sinaloa – El Botas Blancas Lyrics

Ya no soy el ayudante
Hoy soy jefe de las plazas
Ya no son pacas de a kilo
Las converti en toneladas
Un tiempo fui campesino
Ahora soy ” EL BOTAS BLANCAS”
Ese rancho de la palma
Si vieras como te extraño
De una pricion de durango
Se les fugo un lisenciado
Tambien le llaman “EL TIO”
Jefe de jefes mentado
El dinero da poder
Como ya todos lo saben
“JUAREZ” eres mi terreno
Donde es mas verde el zacate
Por todo mexico entero
Tengo apoyo en todas partes
Hay una fiesta en la sierra
Me esta tocando la banda
Que toquen puros corridos
Y que nos cante el tal “CHAKA”
Saludos para mi hermano
El de la fija mirada
Yo todavia soy el bueno
Mi cuerno para el que brinque
Por todito culiacan
Los cartelones lo dicen
Mensajes para el gobierno
Nomas para que se ubiquen
Este negocio es maldito
Hay que saber aguantar
La mafia nunca perdona
Nos tenemos que adaptar
Pero pase lo que pase
“Saludos pa Culiacan”

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Young M.A – My Hitta Lyrics

(I love you too)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I’ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don’t trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I’m usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don’t have a boo ’cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that’s only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we fuckin’ up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it’s my b-day
But it’s just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)
Ooh, that’s a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I’m tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I’m sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it’s in fashion
Ooh, she said I’m nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (Ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I’m the vaccine
Blowin’ bags, poppin’ tags, we a tag team
And we fuckin’ up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin’ bags tippin’ over in the back seat
Coffee on the sheets, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn’t have me, even if she didn’t have me
[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest
[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like season, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that’s common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it’s an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won’t ever let her go (No)
She my little lightnin’ bug (That’s right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (Uh huh), can’t ever tell her no
She my lil’ spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don’t follow other rappers, that’s that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, “It’s a wrap”, like on some foil shit (It’s a wrap)
‘Cause this Glock will get to steamin’, on some boil shit (Grrr)
‘Cause I’m a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch
[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta (No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon’ bust that shit? Play this song
[Intro]
Yo, babe, you love me? (Nah)
Hello
Let’s go, baby, I fuckin’ love you, baby, you heard? (Yes, I love you)
You gon’ ride for me? (Yes, baby)
No matter what, right? (Ha, ha, why you always do that? (No matter what)
You’re my lil’ hitter? Like…)
You not gon’ be my hitta?

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Kevin Abstract – Mississippi Lyrics

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy
[Outro]
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so much, I build nigga
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so, I play it so [Pre-Chorus]
Big wedding, this brother basketball so late in the park with them
My feelings don’t mean nothing whenever we arguing
I’m drunk in the backseat, tryna figure out how I can get out this bitch
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine? Play this song
[Verse 1]
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy
[Verse 2]
In the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left ’em, uh
My feelings go when your feelings show
That’s the stuff that always come and bless you now
Now you’re pushin’ my lovin’, now you’re pushin’ my love
Tell me what you gotta do to try to keep it (next bar)
Tell me what I gotta do to try to keep it (ne-ne-ne-next bar)
Tell me all the ones you know to have you down since ’95
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

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Future – Gettin’ It In Lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

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Pitbull – Ocean To Ocean Lyrics

They tried to get rid of me
But from ocean to ocean
They are gonna have to deal with me

Ayooooo!

I been overlooked, slept on
Stepped on, left for dead
Always against all eyez like Pac said
I’m the living Great Gatsby
But these boys will watch you quick and disappear like Banksy
From ocean to ocean, sea to sea
I’m something that you gotta see

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I practice what I preach but I ain’t gon’ lie
Still got love for these streets, 305 till I die
Still got love for these beats, that’s why I spit this fire
You can catch me on a beach, specially on the islands
Took over my city, now it’s time for the world
I live it, they rap it, there’s a difference, girl
Getting paid more than athletes, man, life is sweet
GM, owner status, Papo, watch me

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I got the world on my shoulders, still quick on my feet
Now I say, sleep is the cousin of death, so I don’t sleep
These boys act like they hard, but we know that they sweet
They wouldn’t bust a grape at a food fight, Papo please
Went from rapping with them boys with a mouth full of gold
To hanging with Slim Jr. down in Mexico
Take it with a grain of salt and a pound of gold
The game is to be sold, and not told, let’s go

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

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Goldfinger – Tijuana Sunrise lyrics

[Verse 1]
Blacked out again down in Mexico,
Jose Cuervo got me again.
Wasted again with El Diablo,
Alcohol my only friend.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smash the bottles on the reef,
Wash the dirt off of my feet,
That was the summer of my life.

[Chorus]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

[Verse 2]
I fell in love down in Mexico,
She took me for everything I had.
Woke up in jail in Rosarito, federales took it all,
I’m out of cash about to crash.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smash the bottles on the reef,
Wash the dirt off of my feet,
That was the summer of my life.

[Chorus]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

[Outro]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

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The Dream Box Mechanics – Tarantino lyrics

Verse 1:
I was fever held
Sick as a dog near dead
Sprawled out and only friends
With my couch

When something made me
Turn my head
And it vaguely
Reminded me of Mexico

(Of Mexico…)

Post-Verse:

Dust blown down criminal roads
Buck shot, cold killers and knives
Brought to you tonight
By
Mr. Tarantino!

Bridge:

(A round of applause!)
C’mon and give it up!
Lets give it up again!
C’mon now give it up
Let’s give it up again
For Mr. Tarantino…

Outro-Chorus-Hook:

The stoke of Midnight
Fell to my remote
As I counted all of the stars
That ain’t going to heaven

Tonight…

(Let’s give it up for Mr. Tarantino)

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Chief Keef – Couldn’t Take It Lyrics

Leave the door open baby, I get cakey
Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety
Mama always told never let a nigga play me
Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it
What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby
[?]
Cooling with the paper, balling in a major
Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that
Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at?
‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it
[?]
I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s
Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty
Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty
I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty
[?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter

I heard them fuck niggas was plotting on the low
From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low
I know everything before the thot did know
Pull up on your block poppin’ shit, Crisco
I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field

I can buy anything I want
Anything I want and then more
I ain’t never been to Mexico
But I’m smoking on Texaco
Remember pulling up in Volvos
Now I get 90 for 4 shows
Doing cars for the shows
Put it in the water, let’s flow
This ice comes from the North Pole
This don’t stop for my hoe
Man I got the fucking pack
And I got the muthafucking sack
It’s a lot of snakes in the grass

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BROCKHAMPTON – BUMP lyrics

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that bump, bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh, what’s up?
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
We gon’ ride, ride, ride down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
We gon’ ride white lines all the way to Mexico
Merlyn! Merlyn!

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’ve been trappin’ out my momma house, dope boy
Money keep the water and the lights on, spray it like it’s Lysol
Your bitch don’t like the dark so we fuckin’ with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on, you the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery, I guess I’m hood rich
Chillin’ at the gallo, smokin’ Blacks with my hood bitch
You ain’t what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram, now tell me who you fuck with

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me operate
I ain’t here to talk now, nigga, we ain’t gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can’t moderate
I’ve been fiendin’ time to put these demons on display
‘Cause they don’t understand, I don’t give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
BROCKHAMPTON the clan, bitch, I ain’t your man
Like they’re stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch, I ain’t your friend, I ain’t havin’ kids
‘Cause I know that if I’m gon’ bring ’em in the world
My little spawns of Satan just might take off with your fucking girl

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

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Young Thug – Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

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Lil Durk – Just Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
Ye ye
Pussy homosexual
Gang gang in this muffucka turning up in this one time
You know Moneybag on the beat
Muffuckin brooks you feel me

[Verse]
Pussy homosexual
Cookie ain’t original
Love my niggas x and o’s
Smokin’ gas, testin’ coke
Found the plug in Mexico
All my diamonds eskimo
Off the perk I text the most
Rob the nigga flex the most
Flex like international
Grab her ass and squeeze her thoat
Bitches like to fuck wit coke
Trenches I’m they only hope
Treat my like a fuckin goat
Shooter I cannot get poked
Pussy he don wan no smoke
Nut he a actually blow
Turn you to a casserole
Chiraq gotta ride with gats
Molly weed perks and x
Gotta keep yo niggas close
Never know who next to go
You broke what you slackin’ for?
Killas they get cracked the most
Bronem got my back the most
System hate them backs for sure
Shortys they be coo coo gang
They don ever ask to blow
Bitch watch jackin for
My lil bitch is sexual
Nope, I can’t save a hoe
Bro, whachu save her for?
Drug, I could take the whole
Traffic, I could take a pole
No, drugs take it no
They a take your soul
Bitch just play your role
Nobody know
Homie invasion
If nobody home
Gotta felony, if its body home
Got my guns wit me
Ain’t no body [?]
And I’m hard body
Even though my body hard
I don know what Nuski say to me it’s probably God
Lil bro he shootin’ lil bro he a asshole
Killin and a snitch ass him Donnie Brasco
How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle
Lost [?] to cancer many I wish she battled
Caught that nigga lackin’ man I wish we got him
Glad we didn’t get him look up sight the camera
My bitch got grill, she from Alabama
Ans that bitch a savage she ain’t got no manners
She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer
Told her he got get a [?] and get her off the cameras
Bitch love drugs, I just gave her xannies
She don’t swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty
I just need my cheese I just need my fetty
[?] I might get some becky
All black Glock, just to match the Dickies
And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki
Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin’ tricky
If it feel like I can’t trust you then its up and blickin’
And I’m vegetarian, fuck some chicken
And you ain’t your scariest, you duckin’ niggas

[Outro]
Ion fuck wit niggas
Especially them sucker niggas
You know what I’m sayin’
Speakin’ facts man man 1000
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Kent Jones – Merengue

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

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Kent Jones – Merengue lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

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Chamillionaire Responds To Critics For Helping Deported Man’s Family

Chamillionaire has responded to critics who came at him for helping a deported man’s family.

The Texas rapper offered some finacial assistant to the family of Jorge Garcia. Garcia was recently deported to Mexico after living in the United States for most of his life. He has a wife and kids who he left behind and they are in need of financial assistance and that’s where the rapper stepped in. Social media has become a place to attack individuals these days and Chamillionaire got a taste of that backlash this week.

You would think that what he did was a good cause and one hundred percent I think he should have been getting praise for it, but some folks are accusing him of helping an outsider. The Houston native has since posted a video responding to the backlash. “A lot of people are hitting me saying, ‘I’m proud of you for wanting to help an immigrant family in their time of need’ but I a lot of people are hitting saying, ‘I don’t understand why a black man would want to help Mexicans’ and nonsense like, ‘They don’t do nothing for us black people need to help black people’” Chamillionaire said.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m from Texas. I know a lot of y’all have been led to believe the toxic narrative that Mexicans are doing this and Mexicans are doing that like they aren’t valuable contributors to our economy,” the “Ridin’ (Dirty)” rapper added.

TSR STAFF: Talia O. @theclosetratchet _______________________________________ Rapper #Chamillionaire has been quietly working to connect with the family of #JorgeGarcia. Thanks to the Trump administration's crackdown on immigration, he was recently deported back to Mexico after living in the U.S. for thirty years with no criminal record. Jorge has also spent close to $125,000 on legal costs in efforts to get himself legalized since 2005 to no avail. _______________________________________ The man's story gained traction thanks to Detroit Free Press reporter Niraj Warikoo. Chamillionaire wanted to reach out to the Garcia family so that he could assist with their finances in Jorge's absence. Unfortunately the rapper has received backlash for "not helping his own." He took to Instagram last night where he reminded people that he is a product of immigrants and criticized them for trying to diminish the role of immigrants in the United States. _______________________________________ "A lot of people are hitting me saying, 'I'm proud of you for wanting to help an immigrant family in their time of need,' but I a lot of people are hitting saying, 'I don't understand why a Black man would want to help Mexicans' and nonsense like, 'They don't do nothing for us! Black people need to help Black people!'" Chamillionaire began. _______________________________________ "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm from Texas. I know a lot of y'all have been led to believe the toxic narrative that Mexicans are doing this and Mexicans are doing that like they aren't valuable contributors to our economy and our society." The rapper went on to tell some little known facts about how his biggest record "Ridin' (Dirty)" was launched to success with the help of close—(View more at TheShadeRoom.Com!) ?: @chamillionaire

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Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

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Lana Del Rey – Last Girl On Earth Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby has a broken heart
She can’t belong to only one
Until another girl is found
I don’t pay for anything
My cigarettes or diamonds rings
My feet don’t even touch the ground

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Chariots of gold, I ride with Jay-Z, Jared Leto
I’m a superpower, now they call me the tornado.
I got roses in my hair, I belly dance, and do the tango
Sometimes I get lonely
Everybody told me no

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Verse 2]
Cleopatra used to rule
But she got nothing on me now
‘Cause I’m the last girl on earth
I turn the television on
They only play my favorite song
Since I’m the last girl on Earth

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Chariots of gold, I’m sitting, sipping cherry cola
Caesar said he’d fall in love with me if I was older
I own all of Mexico and I got my own roller-coaster
Sometimes I get lonely, millions can hold me now

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Bridge]
I stay up late at night, try not to think about it
Pretend I’m happy, willing all the word without love
I get so tired being on display somehow
Sometimes I get lonely, but millions all know me now

[Chorus – Variation]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
There’s no such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

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Iggy Azalea – Good Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember like 10 years ago
I wanted my name up in bold
I wanted my name up in lights
I wanted to rock every show
I used to take pics in the mirror
I had to get ready for Vogue
And now I’m way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
Than I ever could’ve dreamed before
They pray for the damn on my love
But I still don’t give a fuck
We live in a world full of judgement
And they love to judge us
I think they love to discuss me
‘Cause their life is disgusting
I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
You can not tell me nothing
Na-nothing

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I’m at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

[Verse 2]
Top floor [?]
Eating dinner looking at the view
So high, see all of you
Each and every one who wanna see me lose
You looking at me but I’m looking through you
You tweeting crazy to me, what’s it to you?
Fall in line, this is danger for who?
Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
I’m just out here fucking living
Cut ’em off they’re forbidden
Trade the sides, they was tripping
They like ”Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!”
I go to sleep and y’all forgotten
Sorry boo, you’re not forgiven
Bring me breakfast while I’m swimming
I’m just out here fucking living

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I am at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

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Future – Hate in Your Soul Lyrics

[Future]

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse one]

One for the money, yes sir
Two for the show
A couple years ago
Selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘rari
Im in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my click notorious
[?] come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]

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Gucci Mane Ft. A$AP Rocky – Jumped Out The Whip Lyrics


(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh, Gucci
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane)
We just rolled in the lot, hoe, hoe what you got?
Make a ni**a spend his last like a hole in his pocket
Ice on swole, swole overload, Jenny from the block
B*tch, I wanna enter every hole that you got
Sugar daddy Gucci Mane, I’m holding a knot
You can’t even fathom all the hundreds I got
I’ma give you money if you want it or not
A red droptop Phantom just swerved in the lot
Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?
And they gon’ fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not
Baby, is you gon’ give me the service or not?
‘Cause that’s a big factor if we splurging or not
Why your friend tryna’ block for? She know you a thot, hoe
It ain’t nuthin’ wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor
Diamonds draped all over me, so drink me on the rocks
This b*tch so fucking nasty, I might buy this b*tch a watch

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Uhh, where she go? There she go
Perico straight from Mexico
Ten kilos, called up Federico
Ready, go, gave Wop some top like there he go
Word to grandaddy Q, came through, couple old hoes acting new
The clothes on bare back and new, the clothes he got on coming soon
I be living life cautious, keep it moving like motions
Keep it smooth, I’m like lotion, we’ve been swimmin like n’oceans
Why these ni**as like vultures? Dang, these b*tches got motives
So much Gucci on the loafers, I’ma turn into the spokesman
Oh, it go Wop linked up with the Mob
I say Guwop, let’s hit the block, linked up in Dubai

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

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Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 2]
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

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Si aqui estuvieras – Gera MXM letra

Letra Gera Mxm – Si aqui estuvieras

Van, rompiendo fronteras por todos lugares
la city llena de criminales
afuera a cosa esta muy grave
Mexico esta que arde.
Pero si a mi me pidieran que cambie
Mi estilo y mi flow eso no
pero si tu aqui estuvieras
lo vieras de cerca mi sueno y pasion.
Ya se que estamos muy cerca del exito
pero todavia no
o al menos no me conformo
con todo lo que me en ganado.(si aqui estuvieras)

Encerrado en mi silencio me prendi me puse loco
me puse en analizar en que estoy mal y ma equivoco
y noto que en la necesidad de que esto cambie
se juntaron los locos y no existe quien los pare.
Siente lo que hay en mi mente
si me pongo grifo la rim sale potente
lo hago por mi gente
versuri-lyrics.info
esto es algo consiente.
Los pajaros cumbia
Y los de alzada si que suenan diferente
no me sostengan la mirada
no me junto con la envidia
solo con banda empezada.
Tanga matanga les ganamos esta tanda
si yo me la paso ganando y de parranda
dicen que neto en los controles
yo que digo que mencionene
ni modo de andar por ahi menionandome a mi solo.
Van a ver que va a llegar lejos este cholo
estoy enamorado de la vida y el tonooo.
Gera Mxm letras
Video estuvieras

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Lil B – Mexico (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Uh, dang man. You heard that they ’bout to build a wall in Mexico?
Yeah, I heard about that
Well uh, we gotta get up out there before they build that goddang wall, because there’s too many girls out there and I don’t wanna miss out
I don’t got no money. I don’t got no money to go down to no Mexico. I can’t afford it…
But uh, before we go to Mexico, you heard about, uh, San Jose?
Yeah, we can go there
Yeah, it gets real crazy out there
Let’s go!
We gotta go up out there first. And then we’ll drive down to Mexico
Okay
You with me?
I’m with it, man. Let’s go
Let’s go

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Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) Lyrics

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) Lyrics

[Intro]
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho!

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York like a net on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 1]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
I’mma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I’mma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Hook 1]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Brooklyn saying (la la la la la)
Hacienda saying (la la la la la)
Vegas saying (la la la la la)
Rio saying (la la la la la)
Tokyo saying (la la la la la)
Down under saying (la la la la la)
Miami saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica

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[Post-Hook]
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes

[Verse 2]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m at
From the plaques to the (uh uh)
Everything phat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, north south Cac-ill-ac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica, then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 2]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
When I come from Kansas City
Hit Manila till it’s Christmas
Out to India I’ll visit
Puerto Rico it’s exquisite
Bring my people back to Venice

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[Hook 2]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Moscow saying (la la la la la)
España (la la la la la)
Kingston saying (la la la la la)
San Diego saying (la la la la la)
Chi town saying (la la la la la)
Germany saying (la la la la la)
La Puente saying (la la la la la)
Ibiza

[Post-Hook]
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes

[Hook 3]
L.A got the people saying (la la la la la)
Amsterdam saying (la la la la la)
Frisco saying (la la la la la)
Switzerland saying (la la la la la)
Sao Paulo saying (la la la la la)
Jo’burg saying (la la la la la)
Mexico saying (la la la la la)
Stockholm saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica
(La la la la la)

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[Outro]
You on that Cali shit
Puff it, feel whatever
You like to like it
We legalizing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) Lyrics

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Emmylou Harris – Spanish Johnny Lyrics

EMMYLOU HARRIS
Spanish Johnny Lyrics

(Paul Siebel)

Those other years, the dusty years
We drove the big hers through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He’d sit beside a water ditch when all this herd was in
And he’d never harm a child but sing to his mandolin

The old talk, the old ways, and the dealin’ of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke, but sing a song of Spain
And his talk with men was vicious talk
When he was drunk on gin
Ah, but those were golden things he said to his mandolin

We had to stand, we tried to judge, we had to stop him then
For the hand so gentle to a child had killed so many men
He died a hard death long ago before the road come in
And the night before he swung he sung to his mandolin

Well, we carried him out in the mornin’ sun
A man that done no good
And we lowered him down in the cold clay
Stuck in a cross of wood
And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk
To tell them where he’d been
And we shipped it out to Mexico, along with his mandolin