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Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no
[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized
[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke? Play this song
[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from? Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post
[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized
[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga
“Like You Do” is a marked departure for Picasso as he leaves behind festival sounds for a more radio-friendly track that is equal parts pop, […]
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Yoon Jong Shin – New York Lyrics
딱 세 번 가본 New York
언제나 설렌 New York
다 어디선가 본 것 같던 New York
한 번쯤은 살아 보고 싶던 New York
두리번거린 New York
무표정했던 New York
우디 알렌은 그 어디에도 없던
사나흘은 꾸벅꾸벅
워홀의 얼굴 밑에서
그래도 가고픈 New York
붐비던 그 거리를
내 입에 배었던
그들이 있던 곳
너무나 멀었던 New York
몇 번을 더 가겠어
그래도 돌아온 서울이 좋았던
MoMA 앞에서 만난
오래된 친구 New Yorker
지겨운 한국 정치 얘기 그만
난 여행을 왔다구
잘 있었니 My Friend New York
그래도 가고픈 New York
붐비던 그 거리를
나를 꿈꾸게 했던 그들이 있던 곳
너무나 멀었던 New York
몇 번을 더 가겠어
그래도 돌아온 서울이 좋았던
Frank, Andy, Woody’s town
Billy, Tony’s streets
De Niro의 Drive
My Once upon a time in New York, New York
그래도 가고픈 New York
붐비던 그 거리를
나를 꿈꾸게 했던 그들이 있던 곳
너무나 멀었던 New York
몇 번을 더 가겠어
그래도 돌아온 서울이 좋았던
Once upon a time in New York
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Bryce Vine – Baby Girl Lyrics
[Intro]
Ooh-ooh
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 1]
We in New York, we wylin’
It’s gettin’ hot this summer, we ain’t outside
Baby girl got style, she a stylist
Ready for the long haul, ain’t no flight
[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move
[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
[Verse 2]
Baby girl tryna call this bluff (Woo)
Baby girl tryna know what’s up
My baby doesn’t go out much
She used to say I get the same outcome (I get the same)
She use to party with the [?] (Whip it, ooh)
All in the middle like Malcolm (Ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move
[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
[Bridge]
Baby girl don’t want no drama
She wanna have fun
God damn
Ooh-ooh
[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move
[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just tryna have fun with it
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Soulchef – Deal With It Lyrics
Intro: Hydroponikz
Making music that you feelin from New York to New Zealand
Verse 1: Hydroponikz
Yeah, they greet me with a ”how do you do?”
My day job political news, one day I’m jaded
One day I’m like the only way I can deal is get faded
Why the rich sittin somewhere shaded in this sorted peak
This assorted creak from the back to the front of my mind
Trust me I’m not only in agony some of the time
It’s always my heart on ache
Friends out here turn out to be a lesson on dodging snakes
It’s bug from the Empire to the guarded state who knew I’d turn to
I used to have this rap thing to spit my concerns
To the response I get, was to support my fans sponsorships
Now it’s f**king up my conscious
Now I don’t feel it like I used to
Lookin for a new tool of outlet, these news crews ain’t about shit
If they pushin agendas over the dead, helplessness in my head
This the world that I’m supposed to raise kids in
Raise awareness when the first thing they see is your skin
Fairness, they wanna feel the texture of your hearings
Take your paycheck apparent, how could I afford marriage? (curtains)
Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it (deal with it) All we ever needed was love, f**k a politician
And anybody making decisions, if it’s not that
If your answer is to buy em back then you already lost
What you can’t heal with music instead of comedy dog
Asked us to remain silent, alcoholic begone
Hardly breath for some suicide is the only release
But suicide by police, man that shit is so work
Can’t believe our society bred them
Cannot create a person new to that fate, go ahead in head first
Maybe you’ll fix it, maybe you don’t, maybe you won’t
For your next verse maybe you’ll grow
Don’t lose sight I love my wife, my mom, my stepdad like he my own DNA
And yet I still feel this way
Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it
Verse 2: Hydroponikz
I did it before so what’s so hard now it’s gun to these fakers that’s in this odd town
None of these bumps is at my job now calm down
Ain’t no balls they just try to suppress me
Some I’m out here making the rest with my own hands and keys in my right
Smokes in my left so of course they don’t stress me
A lost little rejectee that was trying to rep
Not quite the right skin and hype try to relax
It was about that, we was all supposed to come up, uh
Regardless, without graph the bars just to bounce back
Out the rat race the waited, betrayed God it’s just a mouse trap
The true essence is through lessons
So what I learned then, that stress is a waste
If that’s the case ain’t worth the money, just to get with the fakes
And then my flow is probably the best in the place
So I put the work in, we already made it for certain
How long can I keep cursing till it’s curtains?
WILL SOMEBODY GET THE KID A HAPPY MEAL?!”
[Verse Two]
The similarities are startlingly profound
When the industry and McDonald’s share the face of a clown
Even a little taste of the sound is enough to make you vomit
When homophobic rappers falling out the closet
Burger King in New York brought Coke to the block
And locked it till Ronald McDonald cooked up a rock for a profit
The man serving you special sauce is jizz from the Hamburgler
The Kentucky Fried Colonel is a Klan murderer
Wendy is a hooker on 42nd and 10th
The five guys are at Arbys cooking up meth
An army clones and steel but the chrome ain’t real
You pop off at the fast food I make a home cooked meal
[Hook]
[Scratching]
“Addictive food creates a fast food chain reaction” – Sicknature ‘Behind The Backdrop’ [Intro]
McDonald’s is my spot. Can we get a Happy Meal? Right in the drive-thru
“I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle” – Beastie Boys’Hold It Now Hit It’
“Yo can I interest you in some burgers and fries” – De La Soul ‘Bitties In The BK Lounge’
[Verse One]
Welcome to hip hop, let me take your order
With a side order of lies, lead your children to the slaughter
You can super size and feel like you’re on a winning team
But careful with the calories, you won’t fit into your skinny jeans
No nutritional value, rap is like fast food
Like diarrhea through your system when it pass through
As real as he feel for all the gats he peeled
The label will only sign him for a toy and a Happy Meal
Tune into the radio’s artificial ingredients
A heartless issue with godless fiends and deviants
Frying up the french fries become a part of the franchise
Every man lies for a chance at the grand prize
[Hook]
We’re spitting that fast food
Load ’em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, look at what the cash do
1,000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up
We’re spitting that fast food
Load ’em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, throw ’em in the trash dude
1,000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up
[Excerpt from the motion picture Big Daddy]
“You got a Happy Meal?
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Bts – On Lyrics
[방탄소년단 – ON 가사]
[Verse 1: Jimin, V]
I can’t understand what people are sayin’
어느 장단에 맞춰야 될지
한 발자국 떼면 한 발자국 커지는 shadow
잠에서 눈을 뜬 여긴 또 어디
어쩜 서울 또 New York or Paris
일어나니 휘청이는 몸
[Verse 2: RM]
(Look) Look at my feet, look down
날 닮은 그림자
흔들리는 건 이놈인가
아니면 내 작은 발끝인가? 두렵잖을 리 없잖아
다 괜찮을 리 없잖아
그래도 I know, 서툴게 I flow
저 까만 바람과 함께 날아
[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya
[Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
[Verse 3: j-hope]
Bring the pain
모두 내 피와 살이 되겠지
Bring the pain
No fear, 방법을 알겠으니
작은 것에 breathe
그건 어둠 속 내 산소와 빛
내가 나이게 하는 것들의 힘
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream
[Verse 4: Suga]
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream
언제나 우린 그랬으니
설령 내 무릎이 땅에 닿을지언정
파묻히지 않는 이상
그저 그런 해프닝쯤 될 거란 걸
Win no matter what
Win no matter what, win no matter what
네가 뭐라던 누가 뭐라던, I don’t give a uh
I don’t give a uh, I don’t give a uh
[Pre-Chorus: V, Jimin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya
[Chorus: V, Jin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
[Bridge: Jungkook]
나의 고통이 있는 곳에
내가 숨 쉬게 하소서
My everythin’, my blood and tears
Got no fears, I’m singin’, ohh
Oh, I’m takin’ over
You should know, yeah
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
깜깜한 심연 속 기꺼이 잠겨
Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya
[Chorus: All]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
All that I know is just goin’ on and on and on and on
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
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Theo Katzman – Brooklyn Lyrics
I haven’t even known you a day
[Verse 1]
Packed a book bag
Socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case
Sky bound for my home town
To the north shore on a Sunday
Gave a kiss to my lady friend
She’s a sweet talk and a sweet taste
Gave thanks for my family
Thanks to my friends, I’m getting shit-faced
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…
[Chorus]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
[Verse 2]
Hopped a south-bound train
From Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate
Looked around for a sit-down brunch
With all-you-can-eat poundcake
Found a few, maybe six or seven
Free coffee and free champagne
I hadn’t seen such a free time living
Since my sixteenth birthday
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…
[Chorusx2]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
[Outro]
Known you a day
I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Oh, I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Known you a day yeah
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Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics
Or Hong Kong? Or in Hollywood? There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. The time now is…” And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Who’s this? Or in London?
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Cities Aviv – *Series Of Exits Lyrics
I was just, uh, checkin’ on you, ’cause I hadn’t heard from you since you first moved to New York. Give me a text, let me know that you’re ok. Not sure what time your flight leaves tomorrow. Um, give me a call. Raised for a better view
Thank you
That’s when the whole shit turned to smoke
Thank you for being there
Always
Always I hold you close
Until, until the end, until the end
Bless
[VOICEMAIL RECORDING]
Hey, please give me a call or Samantha, just let me know that you’re ok. I love you, bye
[VOICEMAIL RECORDING: MOM]
Hey, this is your mom. I love you, bye You didn’t respond to my text yesterday.
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Fortes – Business As Usual Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I use to be a humble guy only eating humble pie
Now I just don’t give a f**k, California Humboldt high
I’m worldwide from New York but I’m Cali high
Plus I’m plotting power moves out in Paraguay
I’m finna let the dough pile, indigo child
Whose finna go wild if another bitch ask me if I really know Styles
7:30 hearing and I’m finna blow trial
I remember nights that I couldn’t afford dinner
Now I’m in the room with grammy award winners
Now we at the Cannabis Cup smoking the winners
I love New York but I can’t do one more winter
D-Block on my chest, but we rock with the jets
No disrespect to Khaled, but my weed’s the best
I feel like BIG, I’m ready to die
I feel like Wiz, I’m very high
I feel like Nas, New York state of mind
Last of a dying breed I was born in 89
I was bout 12 when we are the streets dropped
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
(Chorus 2x)
Everything slow motion like Juvenile
It ain’t nothing, just business as usual
It makes sense to you it seems unusual
(Verse 2)
I’m on the brink of something
You’re the type to toast a drink to nothing
When you think of Fortes you better think of hustling
When I walk into a room you know the bitches blushing
When I’m talking to the moon, no interruptions
Deep meditaiton, sleep deprivation
Don’t tell me I don’t need this medication
Every single day is a weed celebration
My soul travels the earth, I don’t need a vacation
I’m paranoid, cause the block is hot, mad cops
Plus I keep this pad lock in a plaid sock
In this back pack I have on with my laptop with mad songs
And every single one of em is mad hot
(Chorus)
Everything slow motion like Juvenile
It ain’t nothing, just business as usual
It makes sense to you it seems unusual
[Verse 1]
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
[Chorus]
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
[Verse 2]
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
[Chorus]
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
[Verse 3]
When the sun came shining, then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
[Chorus]
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
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New Trolls – America Ok Lyrics
In aereo sopra New York city cantando Singing in the rain
Ma che colore hanno i miti vivi con gusto se li hai
America OK
Arance della California ne mangi una su una Buick
Son sogni fatti per l’insonnia i sogni in Tecnicolor Fruit
America OK
Oh yeah America OK
Io studio solo all’Actor’s Studio per questo qui non studio mai
Ascolto solamente radio con voce American DJ
Invidio i negri che son nati in Luisiana a stelle e a strisce vestirei
Sono nato per errore fuori dai confini tuoi
Dove sei USA
Dove sei USA
Dove sei
Scivolando sopra un’onda gigantesca con il surf
Nello spazio in una sonda sopra il ghiaccio col windsurf
America OK Oh yeah
Ascolto solo dischi funky e qualche inglese che fa il rock
Le voci blues dei negri bianchi io vivo dentro un mondo rock
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Cities Aviv – Speak On It Lyrics
Let me take a second to speak
Pause when I roll up
Gang gang at the forefront
In the car locked where we hold up
Niggas wrappin’ some big weapons
Yeah, they know they never ever shot none
Green faces and blue stripes
And it’s Trump talk if I heard some
Hindsight we was dead broke, it was all smoke on the sofa
Until I came with the CTN
[?] out the folders
New York to London spread up [?]
Hit a pretty girl [?]
Even though I never knew her
Had to curve her, then I roll her
But life is kinda crazy now
I’m feelin’ important, but I’m invisible now
I feel like Invisible Child specials
Walk the street, a season freak
Dummy niggas question what they see in me
Pussy nigga beat you me
Thought that they was offin’ me
Nowadays they’d offer me
Water, that’s the aqua teen
Circle round my neck and hit my chest
It’s like a rosary
Stress stress stress
You white people ain’t pressin’ me
Speak
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it) (speak) (speak) (speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
Speak on it (speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak on it) (speak on it)
(speak)
Speak on it
(speak)
(speak on it) speak on it
(speak on it)
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Me Not You – These Streets Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m losing faith
It’s hard to see
The same mistakes staring back at me
There’s a city haze
I’m sinking in
And thinking ’bout quitting here again
[Pre-Chorus]
Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
He said “New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead”
But there’s a guy on the stage wearing paper mache
And his heart in his hands
[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams
[Verse 2]
From the bridge
I see the lights
Of starry-eyed dreamers in the night
There’s a window here
That’s meant for me
And promises whispered in my sleep
[Pre-Chorus]
Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
He said “New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead”
But there’s a girl on the drums getting ready to jump
And she’s not gonna land
[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams
[Post-Chorus]
New York
I don’t know
How I could ever let go
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
[Solo]
[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams
[Post-Chorus]
New York
I don’t know
How I could ever let go
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
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Jaden – Fallen Part 2 Lyrics
I don’t know why you still playin’, can’t you see I’ve been calling? [Intro]
Let your heart just rest on mine, girl
I’m all alone, all my life
Let your heart just rest on mine, girl
I’m all alone, all my life
Let your heart just rest on mine, girl
Look at yours, it’s alright
I just wanna hold you tight, girl
I’m all alone, all my life
Let your heart just rest on mine, girl
I’m all alone, all my life
Let your heart just rest on mine
[Verse 1]
Remember the time when our hips were tight
You were my reminder, I need to find you
Girl, we came so close
I still got your clothes sitting in my room, while I play this music
You’re not my girl no more, let the rain just pour
On me while I lay here and listen to music
[Chorus]
Starin’ at the city lights on the bright side
You’ll find another guy, I’m sure it’ll be alright
Sure hope you’re alright, prolly wear a suit and tie
Don’t you worry ’bout how I feel tonight
Girl, tomorrow I catch another flight
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
I don’t wanna cry, don’t want butterflies
Girl, you gotta fly, said I love you, and I didn’t lie
[Verse 2]
You’re all I know (Know)
I still got your poems hangin’ in my room
While I play this music
I can’t find you at home, ‘less I know you’re gone
Summer’s chasing away, and now you’re losing
[Chorus]
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
(I don’t wanna see you on the edge, fallen)
You’ll find another guy, I’m sure it’ll be alright
Sure hope you’re alright, prolly wear a suit and tie
(I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling)
Don’t you worry ’bout how I feel tonight
(Baby girl, this love is not a game
Can’t you see I’m still all in?)
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
(Life and death are really not the same)
Tryna make it right, tryna make a life
You tryna go and fly, so you gonna fly
You know
[Verse 3]
Harsh reality, soul fatality
Heart capacity, couldn’t handle your audacity
Often they laugh at me, sweet tooth flow causin’ a cavity
So I floss on these jokers, gotta carve out the casualties
And my wrist on water like the faucet attached to me
We a monster, a masterpiece
Just because this is our current situation
Doesn’t mean that this is how it has to be
Things changes drastically, you was acting dramatic
I was just sitting here passively, contemplating my actions
I’m in the state where I really feel like we never happened
All I have is my raps and these crumpled poems in trash cans
In the back of your mom’s house
Or the stairways in them New York apartments
When I was there, that was the hardest, girl
Those times were the darkest
You gave me the magic, a goddess
With all that Harry Potter shit
I hope one day you just stop and acknowledge this
I put my jacket down for you in the rain, that’s only common sense
I try to fix all your problems even when I ain’t cause ’em
And we working with our egos and we know that’s colossal
And then we’ll brush our love out the dust of the hills, like a fossil
I promise, Mazel Tov for the commas
At least my apologies aren’t as poor as my partners’
When we just tryna get it popping
Never did get that semester in college
But I told professor this my synopsis
[Bridge]
I don’t wanna see you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m still all in? I don’t wanna see you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m still all in? I know you still play with me
[Outro]
Girl, I’m rolling in The Hills, too focused on the mills
Wrote a poem ’bout a chandelier, sunset gleaming on the rings girl We can go do a lot of things
I know, me and you, we got a lot of dreams
Bottles in the East, and my legs feel weak
We can make it really brief, just so we can get a-
Baby girl, we need some sleep
You’re the one I need to see
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Mir Fontane – WYD Lyrics
Thick! Fontane
Young nigga stay flyer than a soul plane
Might sing to ya bitch like I’m T-Pain
Got her hangin’ on the hip like a keychain
Young boul but I’m far from a rookie, yeah
Shawty keep throwing me the pussy, aye
She think I’m A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, yeah
Well I guess I’m A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, yeah
I don’t blow racks on no Gucci, yo’ girlfriend a groupie, she throw me the coochie for real
And my white boy got the uzi, he don’t f**k wit’ goofies, so best watch ya kufi for real
Walked in flexing like a muhf**ka, throw some cheese and some lettuce in this muhf**ka
Ya girlfriend steady smiling and she call me Thousand Island
Cause she know that I be dressing like a muhf**ka
I’m drippin’ in juice when I walk, yeah
You niggas just talking to talk, c’mon
I for real got this jacket in Houston
I deadass copped these Timbs in New York, yeah
I got it straight from the dirt, yeah
I just been puttin’ in work, yeah
Remember those days I was broke
Now we paid like 15 and the first
[Chorus]
Wake up early in the morn’
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’
I’m f**kin’ yo’ bitch cause you boring
She said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
She said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Said I’m poppin’, what you doin’
Ballin’, scoring, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
You know we poppin’ what you doin’
You lackin’, c’mon, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’
SouthSi ~ ~ ~
ON THE $OUTH$IDE OF JERSEY! [Intro]
Add a little more sauce to it
[Chorus]
Wake up early in the morn’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
I’m f**kin’ yo’ bitch cause you boring, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’, what you doin’, ayy
Ballin’, scoring, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
You lackin’, c’mon, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
[Verse 1]
I could’ve copped me a Rollie for real, but I had to bail out my brodie for real
Cuzzo he wild’n, pull up in the wheel and I ain’t even know it was stolen for real
First they took Obi and then they took Mazie and that really f**ked with my soul like for real
Do this for all of my soldiers for real, $outh$ide we ride, you know this for real
Ain’t have to stand on nobody corner, I’m keeping all of my dollars forreal
I want them M’s like McDonald’s for real, cause niggas be clowns like Ronald for real
Playa playa from the Himalayas, I’m the real thing you an imitator
If you wild out I go super saiyan, f**k around catch this Kamehameha
Bad! That’s my lil’ ratchet lil’ baby
I shoulda been cut her off but you know that pussy be brazy, yeah
‘Member those hoes didn’t know us, aye
It’s funny how now they all on us, yeah
Just spent a check on my grill, mouth look like a six-pack of Coronas, yeah
[Chorus]
Wake up early in the morn’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
I’m f**kin’ yo’ bitch cause you boring, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’, what you doin’, ayy
Ballin’, scoring, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
You lackin’, c’mon, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
[Verse 2]
$outh$ide.
[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up
[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!
Palmer
And you try fi sell out all the Gaza
And that’s why
Boston, burn him! Craig Town, burn him! Lef’ dem to karma, ’cause the man a informer
Me done see it
Mhm hm
Anuh thugs, a nerd girl
Judas, him fi know say a your world
[Verse 1: Vybz Kartel (Tommy Lee)]
Hold on! Rose Heights, burn him! [Intro: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Yo Anju Blaxx…gimme a light
Gaza…
Yo, Worl Boss
Yo, yo
Wha’ gwan Tommy Lee? Flankers, burn him! Craig Town, burn him! Uptown, burn him! Say dem a gangsta, dem anuh nobody
Badmind dem a try sell out Addi
The first hard box weh him get from squady
The likkle clown start talk, all weh him never see
[Hook: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Mmmm
Wha’ Judas do to Jesus, everybody see
Sammy the Bull inform pon Gotti
So nothing weh the bwoy do never surprise me
Listen the rest of the story! Rose Heights, burn him! New York, burn him! Uptown, burn him! [Verse 2: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Bwoy see the carrot pon your chain and turn Bugs Bunny
Hmph! Wha’ the likkle priest do? Worse your car anuh Nissan Sunny
All wha’ you do, me think him a family
And him a watch man pocket like say it funny
[Hook: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Wha’ Judas do to Jesus, everybody see
Sammy the Bull inform pon Gotti
So nothing weh the bwoy do never surprise me
Listen the rest of the story! A long time my structure and dem say
You anuh thugs, you a pad inna body
[Hook: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Wha’ Judas do to Jesus, everybody see
Sammy the Bull inform pon Gotti
So nothing weh the bwoy do never surprise me
Listen the rest of the story! Rose Heights, burn him! Downtown, burn him! Flankers, burn him! [Verse 3: Vybz Kartel (Tommy Lee)]
Whole heap of years now the likkle informer deh ’round me
That mean say, a long time him a penny me
Him never was real friend, him was a frenemy
A something him did a look
That a wha’ me see! Addi mi daddy! You nuh see say the bwoy…? Worse your car anuh Nissan Sunny
All wha’ you do, me think him a family
And him a watch man pocket like say it funny
[Hook: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Wha’ Judas do to Jesus, everybody see
Sammy the Bull inform pon Gotti
So nothing weh the bwoy do never surprise me
Listen the rest of the story! [Verse 1: Vybz Kartel (Tommy Lee)]
Say dem a gangsta, dem anuh nobody
Badmind dem a try sell out Addi
The first hard box weh him get from squady
The likkle clown start talk, all weh him never see
[Hook: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Mmmm
Wha’ Judas do to Jesus, everybody see
Sammy the Bull inform pon Gotti
So nothing weh the bwoy do never surprise me
Listen the rest of the story! [Chorus: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Bwoy, you never was a badman
You always was a infomer
You try fi sell out Mr. Craig Town, burn him! [Chorus: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Bwoy, you never was a badman
You always was a infomer
You try fi sell out Mr. [Verse 2: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Bwoy see the carrot pon your chain and turn Bugs Bunny
Hmph! [Chorus: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Bwoy, you never was a badman
You always was a infomer
You try fi sell out Mr. Palmer
And you try fi sell out all the Gaza
And that’s why
Boston, burn him! Downtown, burn him! [Verse 4: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
You tell lie pon mi friend, make mi bredda deh inna custody
Who ago get him out?! New York, burn him! Uptown, burn him! Flankers, burn him! New York, burn him! Downtown, burn him! [Hook: Tommy Lee (Vybz Kartel)]
Mmmm
Wha’ Judas do to Jesus, everybody see
Sammy the Bull inform pon Gotti
So nothing weh the bwoy do never surprise me
Listen the rest of the story! Palmer
And you try fi sell out all the Gaza
And that’s why
Boston, burn him!
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Jacques Brel – Les F Lyrics
Les Flamingants, chanson comique
Messieurs les Flamingants, j’ai deux mots à vous rire
Il y a trop longtemps, que vous me faites frire
À vous souffler dans l’cul, pour dev’nir autobus
Vous voilà acrobates mais vraiment rien de plus
Nazis durant les guerres et catholiques entre elles
Vous oscillez sans cesse du fusil au missel
Vos regards sont lointains, votre humour est exsangue
Bien qu’il y ait des rues à Gand qui pissent dans les deux langues
Tu vois quand j’ pense à vous, j’aime que rien ne se perde
Messieurs les Flamingants, je vous emmerde
Vous salissez la Flandre, mais la Flandre vous juge
Voyez la mer du Nord, elle s’est enfuie de Bruges
Cessez de me gonfler, mes vieilles roubignoles
Avec votre art flamand-italo-espagnol
Vous êtes tellement, tellement beaucoup trop lourds
Que quand les soirs d’orage, des Chinois cultivés
Me demandent d’où je suis, je réponds fatigué
Et les larmes aux dents : “Ik ben van Luxembourg”
Et si aux jeunes femmes, on ose un chant flamand
Elles s’envolent en rêvant, aux oiseaux roses et blancs
Et je vous interdis d’espérer que jamais
À Londres sous la pluie, on puisse vous croire anglais
Et je vous interdis, à New York ou Milan
D’éructer messeigneurs, autrement qu’en flamand
Vous n’aurez pas l’air con, vraiment pas con du tout
Et moi je m’interdis, de dire que je m’en fous
Et je vous interdis, d’obliger nos enfants
Qui ne vous ont rien fait, à aboyer flamand
Et si mes frères se taisent et bien tant pis pour elles
Je chante, persiste et signe, je m’appelle : Jacques Brel
[Intro: Young Thug & Quavo]
DJ Durel
Yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see me, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been in Trestletree and I just been boolin’ it (I’m in the opp’s hood)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never f**k her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too f**kin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
f**k her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)
[Outro: Young Thug]
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
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Cuban Doll – Amazin Lyrics
Boat Play this song
Let me do a rap bitch greezy
I’ll drop a bag make the shit real easy
Labels got ’em thinking they can be me
I was in the trap with my nigga yella beezy
Tell a nigga eat me, please me
Flexing on a bitch like my name is Nicki
I’ll walk a bitch like you walk a dog
I’ll never see my haters in the mall
Standing up in it, might be too tall
I dropped the shit got em pissed off
You little hoes can get pissed on
Got em all on my drip I’m the shit now
I been poppin shit hoe sit down
Ice all on my neck and my wrist now
I got that shit that’s gon make him go brazy
He wanna fuck with a bitch that’s amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing
Hey, yeah the lil bitch amazing
Her tricks amazing she swallow and taste it
Hey, I got this bitch going crazy
Fuck till she lazy, skeet out my babies
I fuck this bitch on a daily
Nigga don’t play me better act swazee
Hey, I stay where the houses are gated
Nigga don’t play me I don’t got patience
Hey, Cuban Doll you a cutie doll
Come screw me doll, come do it
I like ya booty large, you a cutie doll
So come move it doll, that booty
Hey, I make her bust like an uzi
When I step in the club all the bad bitches choosing
I leave all these bitches clueless
I spent about 30k up on my toothfes
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing
Thumb through the cash every season
This shit ain’t hard cuz I make it look easy
Smoking biscotti I don’t want no diesel
Rack that shit up, do the shit for my people
We in New York toting them guns like they legal
We get em wacked and I don’t need a reason
Soon as I fuck pull my pants up I’m leaving
She keep her dick in her mouth like she teething
Hold up bitch I can do nothing basic
Pussy so wet it’s contagious
I left her dripping and shaking
Fucked her one time I can’t go on no dates
Diamonds they wet like a lake
I’m bout to cop me the crib with the pool and the gate
YSL lit and we having our way
I make it rain and they gone need a shovel
Can’t stand the rain need to bring an umbrella
I hit her earlier iced out her bezel
I’m not her pimp but she do what I tell her
Use to be broke, but I racked that shit up
Look at me now I done filled up my schedule
I cannot go nowhere with out the metal
Got bad bitches all on my line I got several
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My bitch finna leave ain’t no better man
At 18 I was posted up magic back then on my moms
They was calling me weatherman
Stay in through the day then head out around 10
And I’m working like letterman
Want my bitch nigga go head and get her then
You be luck if you could talk to her friend
Treat that bitch like a queen just to get in her spleen
I’m a dog, I’m a dick we the Taliban
Ain’t no checking the artist we walk in the spot
So most likely I’m toting the contraband
I’m lil mouse bitch I’m all about hella bands
Ak sit on my belt like the gilidan
Free my bros out of prison, 4 boats round his chest strapped
Look like the michellin man.
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Kevin Gates – Icebox Lyrics
Play this song
[Intro]
Shit
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like that
I’m in New York right now, you heard? Uh, let me calm down
Heard your opinion and I’m not givin’ a shit, I’m really up now
In the H I went to Emit and got the pendant bust down
Talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to the kid, I’m out here shinin’, what now? I’m a different kinda animal when I’m up here (I’m a silverback)
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge
[Interlude]
A’ight, I’ma get it all out right here, you heard me? This my healing process, you know what I’m sayin’? Applyin’ the pressure, she beggin’ to get my attention, but ain’t no love now
Say you fuckin’ with someone that fit my description, but it ain’t workin’ out
Personal trainin’ when I used to hit it, whip up and work it out
I’m really for certain now, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I am)
My insecurity wiped out, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I know)
[Interlude]
When you find someone seekin’ acceptance, that’s dangerous
‘Cause they’re not just seekin’ acceptance from you, they seek acceptance wherever they can get it from
Even the opposition, yes, Lord
[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge
[Outro]
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) I’m pressured
[Verse 1]
First time I ever been disappointed, think it came from my mother
I subconsciously engage in things that’s makin’ me suffer
And this in turn has an effect on how I deal with a woman
I try to turn ’em against their family just to prove that they love me
I put that iron on your cousin, I put that iron on your brother
And when they draw the chalk line, pretend that I don’t know nothin’
I’m not the one to cross now, I ain’t retire from thuggin’
Observe that I’m a boss now, I mail it out and say, “Fuck it”
Then slim, you won’t get walked down, if you survivin’, you lucky
You survivin’, you lucky, you survivin’, you lucky
[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge
[Verse 2]
Why I’m supposed to be givin’ a fuck, lil’ bitch?
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Lil Tecca – Amigo Lyrics
Play this song
[Intro]
I like this song
We love you, Tecca
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar
[Verse 1]
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin’ up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin’ pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us? And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin’ for attention, you ain’t really poppin’
And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon’ pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin’
If he talkin’ bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin’
All these niggas gon’ be fake, real man, I know how to start it
[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar
[Verse 2]
And you fell in love, that’s your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin’ off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That’s like cryin’ on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it
[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar
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Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics
Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
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Dreamville – PTSD Lyrics
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? And the hoes
(Ayy, that shit sound tight)
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What? What? Play this song
[Verse 1: Mereba]
Used to bend for me like the steel of a hatchback
You was there for Q like a fourth grade class fact
Q was in for me, never needed to ask that
PTSD, now I’m having a flashback
Told me I’m sweet, can’t sleep in the trap trap
Enemy, envy, make the strap go brrat brrat
You the missing piece, no peace when I sleep now
Used to practice peace, finna sleep with the piece now
Know I’ma miss you long as I’m alive
You said you need to call me, be sure I tried
I wish I didn’t have a song to write
I know you probably follow me with your light
[Verse 2: Deante’ Hitchcock]
My mama told me faith is all that I need
And back in the day I would’ve agreed, but now it’s hard to believe
I still do not, ’cause I want, ’cause I need to
Believe in something greater than me without being able to see it
So fuck a watch, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Nobody knows my sorrow, nobody knows about the trouble I seen
A lot of dead niggas livin’ through me, shawty, but not in the literal
Most ’em dead ’cause they ain’t follow they dream
The power of a higher entity entered me
Mentally, physically, spiritually, I’m on a whole different energy
Fuck the world, but I need you to remember me
I had doubt in myself ’cause I used to fear that you would look at me differently
If I ever changed, I’m numb to it now, I don’t feel the same
A slave to the feeling, I’m breaking the chains
Tryna balance out the joy, the pain, the sun, the rain
My life and the fame, done lost the game
The gift, the shame, my skin, my veins
My soul done rained so much on my heart
Really I don’t know where to start
The irony of finding self in the dark
My nigga, truthfully, feel like it’s two of me, I should’ve been on that ark
A love-hate relationship with my thoughts, I’m tryna shine in my own light
The realest nigga left in my own right
Helping you with your vices but can’t seem to get a grip on my own life, yeah
[Verse 3: Omen]
I was on my way down, breakdowns, breakthroughs
Spit up out my debut, gotta say I stay true
Maybe why I stayed broke, I been on a goose chase
Gotta swallow pride when they see me, how the truth taste? Off the beaten path like Blueface
On the North Side, had to be a Tuesday
Walkin’ slow with your kids on a school day
Way past midnight suddenly my mood change
That’s when the truth came, in New York hearing rumors
My sister was homeless, convinced her to often
Been years since we talked, number changed
Saw you and my heart broke in a couple ways
I can’t believe when I seen you, I knew shit was true
Stared in your eyes and I saw a different you
Skated off fast ‘fore I could address it
Hope I ran into you ‘fore we both get to Heaven
[Refrain: St. Beauty]
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light, ayy
[Outro: Buddy]
Yeah, hahahaha
We just kickin’ it, you know, ayy, woah
I’m here with all my friends
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What? What? And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? And the hoes And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
Play this song
[Verse 1]
I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
Three stones on a mountain
Three small holes in a field
You’ve given me the big dream
But you can’t make it real
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose, but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
[Verse 2]
A hundred years or more
It feels like such a dream
An endless conversation since 1917
Now the battery is too hot
It’s burning up in its tray
Young marriages are melting
And dying where they lay
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
[Verse 3]
Our tongues will fall so still
Our teeth will all decay
A minute feels much longer
With nothing left to say
So let them win the battle
But don’t let them restart
That genocidal feeling
That beats in every heart
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
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P!nk – 90 Days Lyrics
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly (Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break (Gotta break)
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say? Play this song
[Intro: P!nk]
No-no-no, no-no-no, no
Hey
No-no-no, no-no-no, no
[Verse 1: P!nk]
We’re driving in a black car
And it’s blacked out and we’re spinnin’
We’re listening to “Fast Car”
And you’re driving fast and you’re singin’
Don’t wanna tell you what I’m feelin’
Don’t want this night to hit a ceiling
I’m wearing dirty white shoes
A white t-shirt and your jacket
I’m laughing, but I’m lying
When you’re smiling, I’m the saddest
I hide my face so you don’t see it
I think out loud, hope you don’t hear it
[Pre-Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
It’s going on 18 months now
And it’s fucked up, but I’m falling
I feel it every day now
But I’m stallin’, but I’m stallin’
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no
[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say? Just let me down slowly
[Bridge: P!nk & Wrabel]
I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
Ooh, no
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ all night
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ all night
[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel, P!nk]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say? Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say? Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say? Just let me down slowly
[Verse 2: Wrabel]
I get up, turn the lights out
And it’s four o’clock in the morning
I close my eyes, I can’t sleep
A hotel room in New York, and
I feel the space that’s in between us
Convince myself that this is real love
[Pre-Chorus: Wrabel & P!nk, Wrabel]
‘Cause you made this shit so easy
And I told you my secrets
So I don’t know why I’m tongue tied
At the wrong time when I need this
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no
[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
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Dreezy – Play Wit Ya Lyrics
[Intro]
Day trip took it to 10
[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
[Verse 1]
In the A, have 40 inches
Head-to-toe, it get expensive (Cash)
Carter lenses for my vision (Barney)
I see you fake niggas pretending (Rats)
You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)
Your hoe come ’round and get litty (He lit)
President of the bad bitches (Grrat)
They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)
Get fishing on jail, dripping on [?]
Rocking some shit that I can’t even spell
Louis my shell, blue money trail
My F for Fendy, you F is for fail
[?] like soldier
Pop off your top like Corona (Pop)
Motor sound like it’s a polar
Ice on a choker, my bitch look older
She shakin’ ass like she came from Illinois (Shake that ass)
He a dog, I like paw
I ain’t fine at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Take that shit)
Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
Shit on you like a star, ugh
We the youngest involved
That’s my voice, need a hold
[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for a minute, impatient, go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching, ugh
Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins, they think I’m gettin’ it printed (Nah, I ain’t)
I came with them racks, you dig? (What’s up?)
This OG, you’re smoking on med (Look here)
Still living in your momma crib
You can’t even come for the kids
Smoke ’em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walk in, you just bleed, want some [?] (Yeah)
I’m in that Ghost, you can say the whip hunnid
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend like 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil’ birdies
Bought out diamond district
I’m up in New York, my [?] racks
Speakin’ out facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to juggin’ up x (Runnin’)
Now, I’m [?] relax, ugh
I’m eatin’ spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that [?] back to back (Skrt)
Have this hair lookin’ like cataracts (I’m high)
I’m in the club throwin’ up that kind of racks (Racks)
[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)