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Gaab – Brisa Demais Lyrics

Baby, I hope you understand
Baby, I hope you understand
You don’t need any money, you don’t need any man Baby, I hope you understand
Baby, I hope you understand
You don’t need any money, you don’t need any man
Ela sabe muito bem
Ela sabe muito bem
Soma quem ela anda e não dá ninguém
Ela não é mais neném
Ela não é mais neném
Mas parece que o líquido retém
Tô falando português
Tô falando português
Será que ela entende se eu falar inglês? Chega desses rolezinhos banais
[Verso 2]
Ela sabe muito bem
Ela sabe muito bem
Soma quem ela anda e não dá ninguém
Ela não é mais neném
Ela não é mais neném
Mas parece que o líquido retém
Tô falando português
Tô falando português
Será que ela entende se eu falar inglês? Chega desses rolezinhos banais
[Verso 1]
Acha que o mundo é um parquinho
Roda igual roda-gigante
Prepara seu piquenique
Hora de comer seu lanche
Não quer mais, joga no lixo
Toma seu refrigerante
Morde todo canudinho
Como se fosse crocante
Ela é uma deusa grega
Ate-na Grécia é importante
Anda com gente pequena
Mas ela é bem gigante
Ela não usa a cabeça
Não pensa mais como antes
Tá sol, mas leva a jaqueta
Pode esfriar num instante
[Refrão]
Ela brisa demais, pensa demais
E quando eu falo não quer nem me ouvir
Ela tá achando e achando demais
Ela é linda demais, é
Pika demais
Pra que ficar andando por aí? [Intro]
Era uma vez, era uma vez
Um menino que gostava de uma menina
E aí um gostava do outro…
[Refrão]
Ela brisa demais, pensa demais
E quando eu falo não quer nem me ouvir
Ela tá achando e achando demais
Ela é linda demais, é
Pika demais
Pra que ficar andando por aí?

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Consolidated – Crackhouse Lyrics

Riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse
I wanna riot
Bring ’em to the Crackhouse
Let’s have a riot (the land?)
Crack MC:
I’m sorry Rodney, but I just can’t stop
I’m the C to the R to the A to the C to the K
Double up raps is haps I say
Spray the whole damn block my rock is dominating
Got a base head lock on this spaced out nation
Project glass pipe’s been the best thing tried
Got us tight boxed in rollers on all sides
Feeding black paranoia that can throw you around a bit
USA can’t say they ain’t down with it
Leading the attack of the killer Caucasians
Now they trying to persuade us sweep it under the rug
Getting action from Jesse Jackson ’bout being upset
But bet he ain’t living on drugs
He’s just simping ’cause he pimping as a politician
Shooting off his mouth but the fire is missing
‘Cause he’s turning his back on the blacks going crazy
Telling us to vote that’s a quote like we’re lazy
Instead of oppressed by a stressed population
That maimed and then blamed blacks with no reparations
Got no education thought the nation was dumb
Kept us poor and ignored till we pick up a gun
And defend our lives like the men so wise that
We are band together as a gang and then swang
Do your thang in the middle of the night
While I try to teach the devil about wrong and right
‘Cause it’s beyond his comprehension
So some schooling’s attempted
The usual lies that you hear are preempted
Been shot in the back for the fact that they’re whack
Believe not a word that you’ve heard about that
‘Cause crack is being sold like candy
Better go call up Barney and Andy
Tell them that Mayberry’s under siege
CRACK MC done hooked Opie! Crack MC:
They say they can’t convict
Though they’re known to be strict
Mistook my people for the ones to be hit
Startin’ crimes of passion
Flames and ash and murder passing hand to hand
Car to car they done gone too far
Stop where you are the cops are at war
With the B to the L to the A to the C to the K
We ain’t selling no rocks today
I’m breaking glass for the black man’s plight
Gonna burn and loot as proof to the whites
They can’t take advantage
We can do damage
Thought they could manage our sense of the real
So now the King was the god damned defendant
Cops with the Klan bent were just in their bust
They can beat you to the fullest extent of the lengths of their clubs
Peace and love in god we trust
Don’t fuss with the negro pros at dissecting the plotting
That many years ago made niggas pick cotton
And shamed us aimed us out of our orbit
But never explored it to sue the red, white and blue
Voluntary manslaughter killed the father raped the daughter
Bust this to the youth and trust this to be truth
We’re choking on a culture that circles like vultures
Putting slaves in their graves as unemployed leftovers
Yeah gangs have sprung from the work that you
Who worship the cursed red, white and blue
Have done to the kid in your bid to get ahead
Now rocks gonna roll for green black and red
Riot they gon’ buy it
Now this black generation done been to patient
Thelma and Louise this whole damn nation and let’s just all act up
They used logic for the projects like they housing cattle
Bush’s point of light done ignited my battle
’cause my people getting burned
And there’s nowhere to turn
There’s a gun to your head, G
When do you learn? Riot
Bring ’em to the Crackhouse
Let’s have a riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse
Twelve years of Bush and Reagan
No opportunity cuts and social spending
Poverty line poor and homeless sinking
Calling out the army and blaming the victim
Every inner city’s a crack-house
And every American TV’s on you bet it’s a blackout
No health care, jobs or housing visualize plebiscide 2000
There’s no logic reason or rhyme
Just black on black on brown on yellow crime
Aids in the house you can’t escape
With no condoms for kids no sex education
Government withhold potential drugs
So you drive to the crack-house and buy it from street thugs
No hope for the hopeless, no power for the powerless
Total confusion look at life through an hourglass
Violence is never an answer it’s a question
What does it take to get media attention
Are people really ready for truth
Now that the chickens have all come home to roost
And the leadership patience and quiet
But it’s too late for empty rhetoric it’s a riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse
This is a riot
We need crack in L.A.

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Dj Alpiste – Ser Superior Lyrics (feat. Rap Sensation & Welington)

Ser Superior
Em nosso mundo existe um ser capaz de nos salvar
Estou falando dele, nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo
A maioria das pessoas sabem disso
Enquanto outras pessoas ignoram o que eu digo
Todo ser humano pode ser feliz
E ter na sua vida tudo aquilo que sempre quis
Mas o amor, o carinho e a compreensão
Estão batendo do lado de fora do seu coração
Se Deus é importante pra nós então por que
Agente corre canta chora ama…. E não sorrir quando ele chama
Se entristece não agradece, sente ódio,desamor
E não sente sua presença, e ainda me preguntam qual é a diferença
Em ter sentimentos perfeitos e não saber usar, é cantar sem alegrar
Nós somos inteligentes e não sabemos se vamos chegar lá
Rap Sensation, Cacau e James Slim , Dj Alpiste trocando idéia por aqui… e ai
Refrão
Todos querem ter um nome bem bonito
(Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo) 2X
Nós caminhamos, subimos, descemos escadas
Temos tudo mas com ele nunca, nunca dividimos nada
Se está riste coloca a culpa nele
Você sorrir e não deixa ele participar
Aonde está o amor dessas pessoas que só pensam em maldades
Faz o que os outros ordenam discipulos, mas nãoi faz o que ele te pede com tanta, com tanta humildade,coragem sendo que ele te deseja
Se sobe na vida, pisa nas pessoas menos favorecidas
Se não sobe descarrega sobre elas sua ira
Quebra galhos pra quem usa pra quem já te ofendeu
Mas ´~ao tira os espinhos da testa do Filho de Deus
Não reclama se sua vida é farta
E se a vida dele foi tão triste
Meu amigor realmente foi por nossa causa
Então pare, pense de uma só pausa
E leve coisas boas pra dentro de sua alma
Rap Sensation, Dj Alpiste velha escola novamente unidos
È nós aqui envolvidos
Refrão
Religiões no mundo existe diversas
Mas só JEsus é capaz de indicar a mais certa
Ou então meu amigo isso e problema seu
Acreditar ou não, ter ou não ter razão
Eu não sei, ou achar isso tudo uma coisa muito estranha
Tenha certeza meu amigo que a fé remove montanhas
Deus um dia nos disse bem assim
Faça a sua parte que eu ajudarei
A falta de união entre nossos corações
Talvez seja conseqüência disso tudo, esses absurdos
Hoje em dia aqui no nosso mundo
Aqui no nosso mundo
Refrão

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Giorgio Gaber – L’analisi Lyrics

Io una nave… la vivo come una nave, cioè voglio dire… ce l’ho sopra andavo in sù e in giù… voglio dire camminavo su questa nave… bianca, bianchissima, vergine… voglio dire pulita, pulita sì, pulita sull’acqua, sì
E anche lei si muoveva… come si muoveva, beh certo tutte le navi si muovono è chiaro. Com’è strano il linguaggio
Sì perché il ruolo… bello anche il ruolo, eh! E quando sono lì e mi siedo, sprofondo nella poltrona, mi si scioglie tutto e avviene dentro di me quel magico meccanismo che per gli addetti ai lavori si potrebbe chiamare: diarrea cogitativa liberatoria! Io me lo sento proprio sulla pelle come loro. E anch’io ci vado dall’analista, con un po’ di sospetto ma ci vado. Una poppa sola… strano.”
“No perché lei ha mai visto navi con due poppe?”
“No, certo lei no, sono io che le dovrei vedere, invece non sono mai riuscito a vedere navi con due poppe. Non va bene?”
“Turbe sessuali?”
“Ma no cosa c’entra, era una nave normale me la ricordo bene con una forma… lunga e stretta, sì… a secondo dei punti insomma”
“Come la vivo? E loro ti danno una mamma. Voglio dire non vorrei che la mia autonomia, oh mamma l’autonomia… no, voglio dire non vorrei che la mia autonomia fosse per me soltanto un fatto di gratificazione
Quello della gratificazione è un problema di tutti: metalmeccanici, tranvieri, tutti. Comoda l’analisi e poi ti personalizza, sì. Se non ci fosse la famiglia che è molto stimolante, eccitante per i sistemi nervosi, l’uomo sarebbe rimasto per l’analista uno sconosciuto, ci sarebbero voluti secoli per capirlo. Perché? Come sarebbe a dire come vivo? Sì, La psicoanalisi si espande, sta diventando un potere: il potere analitico
Incontri uno, non ci si saluta neanche più: “Tu come gestisci il suo rapporto con Susanna?”
“Bene”
Lui: “No!”. Eh? Per fortuna che in questi casi così disperati ci sono gli amici. E intanto è lì che ti studia. E mentre lui lì ti studia, tu c’hai lì la ragazza che è giovane, carina, ti scappa detto un: “Bambina mia…”
E lui: “Ah, lo vedi l’errore, la vivi come figlia, tipico. Il verbo vivere è diventato transitivo. Non si usa più, è roba vecchia. Una nave. Poi ho capito a cosa serve la famiglia, non è vero che non serve a niente, la famiglia serve all’analista e non solo in senso economico anche scientifico sì. Invece con la famiglia ‘TACK’ è fatta
Lui la conosce bene, ce l’ha lì ordinata nei suoi scaffali e se hai bisogno vai lì e… ti compri una mamma o un papà come una lavatrice o un frigorifero, un magazzino insomma
Tu vai lì e dici: “Vorrei due uova”. “Io volevo farmele al burro, volevo due uova.” “Sì ma dietro a un uovo c’è sempre una mamma che cova”
E tutti che van via con le stesse mamme, gli stessi papà. Già, io mi vivo, tu ti vivi, lui ti vive… ci si vive, eh! Beh, credo che sia giunto il momento di riordinare un po’ le idee, di chiarire questo stato confusionale, di mettermi un po’ a posto, sì. Molto meglio: come mi vivo! E l’albero, cosa dovrei dire dell’albero… ha ragione, ha ragione, sono un maniaco, un depravato, un maniaco sessuale, lo so anch’io, ha ragione, basta, basta!”
Oppure potrebbe essere tutto l’opposto
Oppure potrebbe essere
Oppure potrebbe
Oppure
Op
Op
Op
Hop, hop
Hop Capire, interpretare, fare un po’ di analisi sui sogni, sulla vita, sapere come vivo! E poi… e poi questa era un bel navone proprio sì… con una poppa! Ha ragione. La vivi come figlia perché ti è mancata la madre parapa-parapa…”
Gli amici analisti ignorano ciò che ignoravano i greci: l’incertezza
Sanno tutto, sicuri e precisi come un corollario ti inquadrano con un’esattezza matematica
A volte vien voglia di vivere in un paese dove la lotteria è la parte principale della realtà
Quando mi sono sposato è stato una lotteria. “Ho sognato una nave.

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Trill House Collective – Underdogs Lyrics

[Hook: Matt] x2
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House
Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House
[Verse 1: Dom]
We THC and you know that there ain’t nobody triller
We killed it with volume 1, so now we gotta sit shivah
Climbing on the rafters, risking my health
I’m bout go ahead and call shmira on myself
All the campers rap along and you know that they know it
I just spent my whole paycheck at the Makolet
I’m in the Mel, red flagging, and I’m screaming like
(Kittim Sample)
You got pussy like Li*******
[Verse 2: Salo]
Call me the Makolet cause I’m never outta bars
Up in the office like Bill Clinton with cigars
Her pussy so good I’ll risk getting caught by Itai
(Itai) Why do you even try, this is like the fifth time
I’m so smart I f**k your bitch in the gaga pit
You just take her to the motel you can’t do shit
I got more fans than the machsan
Still not enough to cool me down I’m a hot one
[Hook: Matt]
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House
Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House
[Verse 3: Sam B]
Weinstein thought he got rid of me
We flee on the scene servin feens that green
Chanichim bother me to give them the d
But I say f**k no at least not for free, woah
Red flag takin over like the rat-pack
Snap back stacking racks but a kid about to black now
Back track now
Joined the kitchen now I’m bout to run it like a crack house
f**k that now
UK, USA, with Stern on the beat that’s mayday
Trill House f**king on your dad’s spouse
And I’m bouta steal yo bitch like I’m Yé and you’re Ray J
Verses full of the meanest heat on the street
Dodging shmira like they TYPD
Bonim always pleading for the D too
But if shes in K’fir then i guess I’m in K’fir too
[Hook: Matt]
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House
Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House Trus’ me David! [Intro: Kittim]
Man’s never been in Barryville when it’s shut down, eh?

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Danny Seth – Our City Lyrics (feat. Louis Mattrs)

Shit is scary, man, it’s making Suge shook
So I’mma keep my lyrics so clean not even 7 maids will find a speckle of dirt in between
And have the elders playing this shit to their teens and tell em this what hip hop needs
[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight
[Hook: Louis]
I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night
And I ain’t worried bout my sinners
They be riding with me till I die
They see me rollin in the streets
So they know it’s alright
Yeah, I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night, on the block all night
[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
This rapping shit, I do it for my city’s sake
And I should be a stylist how I changed the game
Me and the music, we kinda integrate
I drop a couple bars and rappers then disintegrate
Lyrically, I’m punching in a different weight
And f**k the other-side, I serve em like a dinner plate
Anyway, let me continue what I was chatting bout
I had a dream to make it overseas
I called my brother Jesse, got my clothes
And got my bags and started packing now
He told me it would be alright, I listened
Fast forward a couple months and they still doubting
So many ups and downs I feel like I just climbed a mountain
I find it funny how I had a fanbase in the US
Before my own people finding out about me
I guess it bothered me but I just kept writing
Little do my city know I’m tryna make em shine
For longer than a second like some lightning
It’s freighting, the scene up in my city need a viking
To cross the seas and hold the torch up and till it’s dying, it’s quiet
Uh, yeah I swear it’s f**king quiet
So now I got the labels offering
My heart is saying no, my wallet saying let em in
Then I play my tapes, and they saying “where’s the hits?”
And if I hear that one more time I swear to gosh I’m gonna be sick
They tell me justify the music
Tell me what you see
I tell em this what hip hop needs
[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight [Intro]
Uh, tell ’em this what hip hop needs, uh
[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
I grew up in a city
Where they never gave a pity or a f**k
Unless you’re doing grime or UK hip hop
Shit, I guess you’ll never buss
But I was thinking different
Wasn’t off the acid but I always had a vision
How I saw the USA was up for acquisition
So I got a pen and pad and jotted down my proposition, uh
The British Coming
We did it on our own, no help, no nothing
And as far as pulling through for my city
Well, I guess it got me feeling like a plunger
Uh, I wonder if they love me or they hate
Cause of what I’m wearing instead of digesting what I’m saying
The internet, it has a way to make me look good
And my Instagram is looking like a look book
But why the f**k I got more followers on that than on my SoundCloud?

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Vant – The Answer Lyrics

[Solo]
[Intro]
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Call me
Won’t you call me? [Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer? C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Can you inform me? The answer
The answer
[Solo]
[Verse 1]
Chemical conflict 1429 die, die
400 children just let them lie, lie, lie
We can’t interfere in case of criticism
We need another term, not another Afghanistan
[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer? The answer
The answer
The answer 1000K well Iraq was Iraq, you know the USA will take and never give back
You’re from England well “Hello there my brother”
Keep sucking my dick, while my friend f**ks your mother
[Outro]
Does that give you the answer? What’s the answer? The answer
The answer
[Verse 2]
100K is A-OK, it’ll all blow over, what the hell can I say? What’s the story?

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Bello Figo – Ieri Sera Ho Skopato Lyrics

Centro? No no no oh vengo io
No no oh non ti muovere vengo io a prenderti
Oh, chiama anche gli altri facciamo tutti una cosa insieme
Siamo tutti amici
Oooohh non ti arrabbiare, oh
Calmati
Calmati
Calmati
Ci vediamo dopo dai fra capisci dai
A ammioddio fiiiighiaaa
Tutti sanno che ho finito
[Hook]
Se mi chiami e rispondo
Se mi vedi, felicio
Giuro oggi son felicio
Ora posso usciro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
[Verse 1]
Sono un vero negro quindi io scopo duro
Un sacco di fighe bianche mi dicon “Mi piace il tuo cazzo”
Ieri sera tremava tutto come terremoto
I vicini si lamentavano per il casino
Io la scopo da dietro
L’ho scopata da dietro
Bella figa bianca
Bianca culo grosso
Culo, sodo
Sodo come un marmo
Frega un cazzo bello
Lecco pure culo
Uhh, wa
Lecco pure culo
Lei mi fa venire
Con un pompino
Lo sanno che faccio soldi
Quindi tu non mi parli
Lei non usa i denti quindi ho le mani fra i capelli
[Hook]
Se mi chiami e rispondo
Se mi vedi, felicio
Giuro oggi son felicio
Ora posso usciro (tutti i miei amici)
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
[Verse 2]
Io le spacco la figa (x2)
Ho spaccato il letto
Io le spacco la figa
Io le sparo in bocca
[Outro]
Tutti i miei amici
Ho finito venite facciamo qualcosa insieme
Andiamo in centro facciamo qualcosa insieme [Intro]
Hello
OOOOOOO no no no scusa scusa
No no no oh
Non ho visto oh, non ho visto la tua chiamata fratello scusa
No stavo facendo una cosa per mia, fica
No no no stavo facendo due tre cose capisci
Stavo facendo una cosa per mia madre ma ora ho finito
Cosa?

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Bello Figo – Faccio Soldi E Skopo Lyrics

Che ne sai tu di quello che faccio? [Intro]
Un sacco di gente mi dicono fai il serio
Ma io gli rispondo
[Ritornello]
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non mi frega un cazzo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non puoi dirmi un cazzo
[Strofa 1]
E li conto, quanti sono? Per la borsa ho speso 1000 euro, ma poi gli rifaccio
Poi gli rifaccio, non mi frega un cazzo di tuo padre
Faccio più soldi, non mi frega un cazzo di tua madre
Faccio più soldi, non voglio scopare, voglio la testa
Quando mi dai testa, usa la testa
Usa la testa come se fossi a scuola
Usa la testa come se fossi a casa
Ah, uh, ma non sei a casa
Uh, wah, allora chiedo scusa
Dammi lo stipendio, non darmi un consiglio
Non ti devo un cazzo, non sei mio figlio
Una bianca con la bocca piena come Kylie Jenner
Mi cerca, mi vuole, vuole essere mio partner
Uh, wah, vuole essere mio partner
A novanta la ho messa, ora si che siamo partner
Succhiando il cazzo, le succhio il clito
Wah, le succhio la sua figa
È stretta, lei viene in fretta e mi prende in bocca
Poi dice che mi ama
Non c’ho tempo per amare, ma c’ho tempo per scopare
C’ho tempo per scopare, ma non c’ho tempo per coccole
Mi mancava la mia ex prima di scopare dieci fighe
Bionda striscia il culo sul mio cazzo
La scopo finché diventa disabile
Ferma, immobile
[Ritornello]
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Mi me frega un cazzo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non puoi dirmi un cazzo (Wah Wah Wah)
Ancora, li riconto (Wah)
Ok, figa su mio cazzo dice che è lungo
Stai zitta troia prendi sto cazzo
Che ne sai tu da dove vengo?

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Bello Figo – In Figa Lyrics

(ah)
Sto pensando ma non riesco a capire
Usa mio cazzo come usa (ehy)
Bacia mio cazzo come bacia (ehy)
Prendilo come vuoi, ma io lo voglio
[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo (ah)
Facci quello che vuoi (ehy)
Metilo dove vuoi tu (tu)
Anche in bocca, ohh
[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa (ehy, ehy)
[Bridge]
Voglio in figa (ah)
Voglio in figa (oh, ehy, ehy)
Voglio in bocca (ah)
Voglio in bocca (ehy, ehy)
Voglio in figa (ah)
Voglio in figa (oh, oh)
Voglio in bocca (oh, yeah)
Voglio in bocca
[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Metilo dove vuoi tu
Facci quello che vuoi
Anche in bocca, ohh
[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in bocca, ehh
Voglio in bocca, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh Prestate attenzione (swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag)
Oh mio dio
Aiutatemi (bello figo)
[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Facci quello che vuoi
Mettilo dove vuoi tu
Anche in bocca, ohh
[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
[Strofa 1]
Lei guida mio cazzo (mio cazzo)
Come guida macchina (ay)
Fuma il mio cazzo (mio cazzo, ehh)
Come sigaretta (ay)
Tutti i miei amici (miei amici)
Facciaml (ooh, ehy)
Tutte le mie fighe (oh, ay)
Balliaml
[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Facci quello che vuoi
Metilo dove vuoi tu
Anche in bocca, ohh
[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
[Strofa 2]
Oh mio dio bello figo
Cosa sta facendo la figa? [Intro]
Chei (oh)
Oh mio dio Figo (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Tutte le mie fighe, dove siete?

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​iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

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Cathie Ryan – The Lights Of San Francisco lyrics

[Verse]
The lights of San Francisco
Shone on the city floor
Joe worked on in the city
‘Til the dawn came around once more

[Verse]
He came from Galway
Came over recently
And Lucy from the USA
Smiled at his naiveté

[Verse]
In the rocky places of his heart
No one had ever seen
Lucy picking cockles
And Lucy planting seeds

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
Came the marching bands of July
And their silver shadows flew
Ah, two by two, red and blue
Through the summer evening

[Verse]
He said, “All my troubles
Never wander very far
I like to hear music
But I like it on a blue guitar”

[Verse]
“And there is no end to the money
A guy wants to hold in his hand
The sky hung with airplanes
And no peace upon the land”

[Verse]
“And the folks on television
That lie with every breath
And insult you with visions
Of cheap life and cheaper death”

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
“And there is no home for me now
But I’ll go on loving you
‘Til there is no more music
And the guitar is no longer blue”

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Jay Jones – Go Crazy (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

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Green Day – Back In The USA

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that shit on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

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GREEN DAY – Back In The USA lyrics

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that sh*t on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

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T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (Uncensored)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

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T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

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Nota de plata – The Motans feat. Inna versuri

Versuri The Motans – Nota de plata

Iarta-ma draga iarasi am dat-o in bara,
Daca as fi super erou, m-ar chema “Omul Greseala”
Se intampla tot mai des sa nu-mi intelegi mesajul
Cuvintele mele iti strica machiajul
Pe obrajii tai se preling dezamagiri
Ne tinem strans dar deja atele sunt prea subtiri
Lasa trecutul in trecut si nu-ntreba “de ce?”
Sorry, dar nu-s eu de vina ca-s Leu dupa zodie
Ai devenit alergica, ti-o spun atat de des
La fraza de serviciu “Iarta-ma, te iubesc”
Comanda orice vrei, durerea e bancnota
Si lasa-ma pe mine s-achit pentru ambii nota.(nota de plata)

Pentru tot ce nu mi-ai spus, pentru ce n-ai auzit
Pentru noptile in care ai spus ca vii si n-ai venit
Pentru mii de zambete pe care nu le-am zambit
Pentru tot ce n-ai facut, astazi vei plati…

Toate noptile, vinul si mesajele
Insomniile. (x2)

Buzele de sare, zambete de sarbatori
Lacrimile tale nu mai cred in flori.
Sunt actionar majoritar pe toata durerea ta
si astazi ma asteapta o excursie prin ea.
As vrea sa ma intorc in timp
Inainte de scuze si regrete,
Sa bat din nou la usa ta
si sa-ti spun doar minciunile corecte..

Pentru tot ce nu mi-ai spus, pentru ce n-ai auzit
Pentru noptile in care ai spus ca vii si n-ai venit
Pentru mii de zambete pe care nu le-am zambit
Pentru tot ce n-ai facut, astazi vei plati…

Toate noptile, vinul si mesajele
Insomniile. (x2)

Acum sa-mi spui de unde sa le iau
Versurile-n care totu-i ideal.
Ai gresit crezand ca ai incredere nelimitata,
Nu mai vreau sa-ti dau vreo sansa
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Vreau nota de plata.

Pentru tot ce nu ti-am spus, pentru ce n-am auzit
Pentru noptile in care am spus ca vin si n-am venit
Pentru mii de zambete pe care nu le-ai zambit
Pentru tot ce n-am facut, astazi vom platiii…
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Montpellier – Miami Yacine songtexte

Songtexte Miami Yacine – Montpellier

Häng’ im Café, so wie 2010
Jackie pur ohne Kreislaufproblem
War nie Antisemit, nein
Check’ mit ‘ner b*tch über Airbnb ein (ja)
Mama sagte immer: „Pass auf deinen Rücken auf!“
Alles harte Arbeit, denn ich habe niemals Glück gebraucht
Zu viele Nächte ohne ein’n Cent
Zahl’ heute Cash für Stone zum Island (pow)
Chill’ mit ‘ner Spanish-Hoe in mei’m Benz (wuh, wuh)
Und ich check’ die Oberweite, jajajaja
Leute hab’n gelacht, als ich Texte schrieb (haha)
Immer hellwach ohne Ephedrin (wuh, wuh)
Füll’ mein Glas voller Hennessy, ja (ja)
Füll’ mein Glas voller Hennessy (ja)
War kein Star, sondern unsichtbar
Häng’ jeden Tag nur am Boulevard (Boulevard)
Mann, ich war nie in den USA
Um meine Seele kämpfen Gabriel und Luzifer.(Montpellier)

Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers
Geld kommt, Geld geht
An meine Marokks aus Montpellier, Geld kommt, Geld geht
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (jaja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Shoppen an der Champs-Élysées, Geld kommt, Geld geht.

(Kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (Geld kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (jajajaja) (Geld kommt, Geld geht)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (jajajaja) (Geld kommt, Geld geht).

Ja, ich saß drin, akhi, 2011 (ah)
Kopf gefickt, Mann, ich scheiß’ auf die Welt
Mann, du weißt, keiner bleibt, wenn du fällst
Heute Benzer, ich steig’ aus dem weißen SL
Alle machen Auge, doch wir hab’ns uns verdient
Jahrelang auf der Jagd nach Profit
KMN, Erfolg aus Prinzip
Azet, Patte fließt, Patte fließt, Patte fließt, jaja
Mama sagte früher immer, „Pass auf deinen Rücken auf“, ah
Heute mit der Gang und ich hab’ nie wieder zurückgeschaut, ah
Komme von ganz unten, aus dem Döner wurde Kaviar
Heute gibt es Leute, die dich töten über Casia.

Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (einmal um die Welt, ja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (Geld kommt, Geld geht)
An meine Marokks aus Montpellier, Geld kommt, Geld geht
Geld kommt, Geld geht (jaja)
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Shoppen an der Champs-Élysées, Geld kommt, Geld geht.

Geld kommt, Geld geht (Geld kommt, Geld geht)
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (einmal um die Welt, ja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht
An meine Marokks aus Montpellier, Geld kommt, Geld geht
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (einmal um die Welt, ja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Shoppen an der Champs-Élysées, Geld kommt, Geld gehttt.
Miami Yacine songtexte
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Miley Cyrus – Party In The U.S.A. (Live)

I hopped off the plane at L.A.X.
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Am I gonna fit in?

Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous

My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous,
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on

[Chorus:]
So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
I’m noddin’ my head like yeah
I’m movin’ my hips like yeah
I got my hands up,
They’re playin’ my song
I know I’m gonna be OK
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA

Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody’s looking at me now
Like "Who’s that chick, that’s rockin’ kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"

So hard with my girls not around me
It’s definitely not a Nashville party
’cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo

My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
That’s when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on

[Chorus]

Feel like hoppin’ on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me every time (every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright

[Chorus x2]

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EarthGang – Mediate (Rags EP)

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Everybody, everybody (uh ok)
Everybody wanna be a nigga, but nobody wanna be a nigga when it’s time to be a nigga
If you thinking it, then say it, when you see a nigga
Please be clear, I rhyme, I do not mind
Read or write the beat then have your girl ride the C train to me to ride the D and give me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon’ come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have an army at least
Or more than a gun for me
I’m more than a man, not a God, but the boy is a man
We ignore all the noise from the outlandish
Standout with the cannon, outstanding, south bandit
Don’t panic, please, ’cause if I get nervous we get un-sturdy and we start to squeeze

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Okay, niggadom
Nigga from nigga slum
Blue tongue, red tongue
Nigga flavors, go ‘head, son, get you some
Nigga got a lot of gifts
But package store was always open
Jail house don’t ever close
And my world view was always shut
Trap spot was always bunkin’
Neighborhood was always crunk
See I was outside riskin’ snakes eyes
With my life chances, stakes high
Only outlet was the moon walk
Michael Jackson dances, so shuck and jive, nigga, bust a nine
Shoot behind the line, my only advances
USA eat me like a cancer
UK eat me like a cancer
Gettin’ money and they tag the crib
Ask King James, "what’s the fucking answer?"
Still a nigga out in Calabasas
Still a nigga when I greet the masses
Oval office, presidential grasses
When I fuck my white girl and I meet her daddy
I know deep down inside, man, he hate that shit
Plotting for the perfect time to bury me
Nigga, please, show ’em the green like a caddy
Venus, Serena them daddy
But that shit don’t change my appearance
Asians like, "That’s my nigga"
Latins like, "That’s my nigga"
White folks like, "That’s my nigga"
‘Til it’s time to die, bye, bye, nigga
Now don’t get offended, I was just giving you hard time
Come to your block, give you hard line
My, did I come at the wrong time?
But see I sent comets to the Earth
Me, I was humming at your birth
I put colors on the spectrum
I let you assign them worth

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
You know I’m here for the nigga shit
Whole life been nigga rich
Since my momma let a project nigga hit
Set it up so when I meet the reaper
Let my son reap the benefits
Nigga shit on social media
Get a nigga pinched, end up in the pen
Surrender your independence ’til the sentence finished
Even with no pot you got a cup to piss in
Burning bridges with my tunnel vision
Bitches leave niggas for cunnilingus
Fuck me like her nigga non-existent
No negativity, niggativity
Why you being silly fucking with me
Giggity giggity
When I’m in the city
They like, Doc you litty
Not as lit as I’m finna be
I just wake up and do shit differently
I can never say they doubted my ability
Along the way some niggas just wasn’t feeling me
Niggas lost faith and quit on me
I just tuck ’em in the back of my memory
One monkey don’t stop no show, my niggas got goals and responsibilities
So you know by any means, really mean any and everything to the team
Nothing off limits nigga, ain’t gon’ keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should’ve never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I’m 50 Cent in ’03
Ain’t no Kunta Kinte, nigga Toby what they told me
"What it’s gon’ be?"

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Outro: DC Young Fly]
Lift them tities up, thank you
Oh let go then, AY
Finna pick these niggas up
Aye man get the fuck out my way boy this the lyft driver
Yuh, boy I shoot your ass
Aight nigga uhhh
Smoking in the car
I ain’t got no good fucking [?] ay
Cool me up with this shit, eat this shit
He need to come on man ‘fore I cancel the trip
I do need to work though so I ain’t going to cancel it
Come on man, yall niggas come on man
Open the door
Nah I ain’t gettin out my car man I pop the trunk so you could put your shit in there nigga
What you think this is nigga
I’m just your ride, not your chauffeur
Let do it, get in the car boy
Come on man I got AC, Just got it fixed big dawg, lets do it
Uh, get in
There go

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EarthGang – Meditate (feat. J.I.D.)

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Everybody, everybody (uh ok)
Everybody wanna be a nigga, but nobody wanna be a nigga when it’s time to be a nigga
If you thinking it then say it when you see a nigga
Please be clear, I rhyme, I do not mind
Read or write the beat then have your girl ride the C train to me to ride the D and give me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon’ come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have it on me at least
Or more than a gun for me
I’m more than a man, not a god, but the boy is a man
We ignore all the noise from the Outland
Standout with the cannon, outstanding, south bandit
Don’t panic, please, ’cause if I get nervous we get un-sturdy and start to squeeze

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Okay, niggadom
Nigga from nigga slum
Blue tongue, red tongue
Nigga flavors, go ‘head, son, get you some
Nigga got a lot of gifts
But package store was always open
Jail house don’t ever close
And my world view was always shut
Trap spot was always bunkin’
Neighborhood was always crunk
See I was outside riskin’ snakes eyes
With my life chances, stakes high
Only outlet was the moon walk
Michael Jackson dances, so shuck and jive, nigga, bust a nine
Shoot behind the line, my only advances
USA eat me like a cancer
UK eat me like cancer
Gettin’ money and they tag the crib
Ask King James what’s the fucking answer
Still a nigga out in Calabasas
Still a nigga when I greet the masses
Oval office, presidential grasses
When I fuck my white girl and I meet her daddy
I know deep down inside, man, he hate that shit
Plotting for the perfect time to bury me
Nigga, please, show ’em the green like a caddy
Venus, Serena them daddy
But that shit don’t change my appearance
Asians like, "That’s my nigga"
Latins like, "That’s my nigga"
White folks like, "That’s my nigga"
‘Til it’s time to die, bye, bye, nigga
Now don’t get offended, I was just giving you hard time
Come to your block, give you hard line
My, did I come at the wrong time?
But see I sent comets to the Earth
Me, I was humming at your birth
I put colors on the spectrum
I let you assign them worth

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, oh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
You know I’m here for the nigga shit
Whole life been nigga rich
Since my momma let a project nigga hit
Set it up so when I meet the reaper
Let my son reap the benefits
Nigga shit on social media
Get a nigga pinched, end up in the pen
Surrender your independence till the sentence finsihed
Even with no pot you got a cup to piss in
Burning bridges with my tunnel vision
Bitches leave niggas for cunnilingus
Fuck me like her nigga non-existent
No negativity, niggativity
Why you being silly fucking with me
Giggity giggity
When I’m in the city
They like, Doc you litty
Not as lit as I’m finna be
I just wake up and do shit differently
I can never say they doubted my ability
Along the way some niggas just wasn’t feeling me
Niggas lost faith and quit on me
I just tuck ’em in the back of my memory
One monkey don’t stop no show my niggas got goals and responsibilities
So you know by any means, really mean any and everything to the team
Nothing off limits nigga, ain’t gon’ keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should’ve never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I’m 50 Cent in ’03
Ain’t no Kunta Kinte, nigga Toby what they told me
What it’s gon be?

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Outro: DC Young Fly]
Lift them tities up, thank you
Oh let go then, AY
Finna pick these niggas up
Aye man get the fuck out my way boy this the lyft driver
Yuh, boy I shoot your ass
Aight nigga uhhh
Smoking in the car
I ain’t got no good fucking [?] ay
Cool me up with this shit, eat this shit
He need to come on man ‘fore I cancel the trip
I do need to work though so I ain’t going to cancel it
Come on man, yall niggas come on man
Open the door
Nah I ain’t gettin out my car man I pop the trunk so you could put your shit in there nigga
What you think this is nigga
I’m just your ride, not your chauffeur
Let do it, get in the car boy
Come on man I got AC, Just got it fixed big dawg, lets do it
Uh, get in
There go

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Lil B – Global (feat. Ilovemakonnen) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

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A$AP Ferg – Nandos Lyrics

A$AP Ferg – Nandos Lyrics

[Intro]
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself
Yeah

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles in the club when I land though
We was in the PJ flying high fucking up Nandos
Into the cans for a couple bands that was the plan though
We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon’ fuck on the damn boat
The ass and legs got me dippin’ out we gon’ fuck with the Lambo
The pigs fuckin’ with me I’mma turn into the Django
Let’s ride on these niggas till Kirk Knight got us beat up the tempo
This Hennessy got me fucked up yeah I ain’t feelin’ my pain though (Feelin’ my pain though)

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[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me

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[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ hatin’ niggas damning my interviews
Fuck what you thinkin’ my nigga this USA shit get it critical
I’m not talkin’ lyrical I’m talkin’ po-po-po that be shootin’ niggas in the blues
Shit is so cynical
Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you
Now look what I did to you
Motherfucker don’t you see that I’m ridin’
24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin’
Used to hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens
That’s ’cause this fucking world only stuck on money and violence
(money and violence)

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me

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Medusa – Lary Over letra

Letra Lary Over – Medusa

Los burros los subo para la USA en la cintura tengo medusa
tengo un rifle que te despelusa si te pilla te hace una Rusa
No te la enganche si no la usa, no ronque si no la usa,
no frontee si no la usa, si te pillamo’ no quiero excusa.

Ustedes roncan y no hacen nah’ solo frontean Instagram
si te pillamos saliendo de Coreael, 50 pagan
La corta en la ferragamo’ en la guerra nunca arreglamo’
los rifles con peine banano y si te pillamo’ te aseguramo’,
todos se van a caer pa’ que llore la mía, que llora la de él
la 40 los pone a tocer y Lucifer los pasa a recoger, 50 cosos coroné y 20 rifles yo compré,
30 putas me clavé los burros se mueven mientras yo chingo en hotel
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el guason bebe, que paso?

Los burros los subo para la USA en la cintura tengo medusa
tengo un rifle que te despelusa si te pilla te hace una Rusa
No te la enganche si no la usa, no ronque si no la usa,
no frontee si no la usa, si te pillamo’ no quiero excusa.

Nosotros lo usamo’, lo usamo’ pa’ la chola que mandamos
te la busca te vas secuestrado, pa’ la otra te torturamos
a los viramos los picamos y en la puñeta te encuentra enterrado bebé
conmigo no te salvan ni los collares ni los chalecos, te píllo, te muere’
no ronque si tu no la usa, no la enseñe si tú no la usa,
mi 40 te mancha la blusa y si te pillamos no quiero escusa
ninguno de ustedes mete mano lealtad con todos mis soldados
la guerra siempre la ganamos y todos los puntos los controlamos

Los burros los subo para la USA en la cintura tengo medusa
tengo un rifle que te despelusa si te pilla te hace una Rusa
No te la enganche si no la usa, no ronque si no la usa,
no frontee si no la usa, si te pillamo’ no quiero excusaaa.
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Chiquis Rivera – Horas Extras Lyrics

CHIQUIS RIVERA
Horas Extras Lyrics

Me canse
De escucharte estar soportando tanta estupides
No me sirve de nada que digas que estas a mis pies

Mejor ubicate sabes bien
que me gusta lo bueno y por cierto soy mucha mujer
Que si quiero te mando a volar pero en un dos por tres
Ya te adverti una vez porfavor escuchame bien

Si vas a querer conmigo no la tienes facil porque no te alcanza ni con horas extras
Si no es a mi modo mejor ni te acerques y te da la vuelta
No vas a comprarme si bien que conosco todas tus miserias
Si vas a querer conmigo no la tienes facil porque tus propuestas no valen la pena
lo que a ti te falta lo que ami me sobra usa tu cabeza
para mi los hombres de medio calibre ya ni me interesan

Y no te va alcanzar para conquistarme ni con horas extras chiquitito

Sabes bien que me gusta lo bueno y por cierto soy mucha mujer
que si quiero te mando a volar pero en un dos por tres
ya te advertí una vez porfavor escuchame bien
si vas a querer conmigo no la tienes facil porque no te alcanza ni con horas extras
si no es a mi modo mejor ni te acerques y te da la vuelta
no vas a comprarme se bien que conosco todas tus miserias
si vas a querer conmigo no la tienes facil porque tus propuestas no valen la pena
lo que a ti te falta lo que a mi me sobra usa tu cabeza
para mi los hombres de medio calibre ya ni me interesan
Y la pura neta que no

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Walther P – Alpa Gun songtexte

Songtexte Alpa Gun – Walther P

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und stürme deine Bude, rah
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye
Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Heute nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Ich jage euch von Berlin bis in die USA
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye.(walther p)

Ich bin wieder da und die anderen könn’n Scheiße fressen
Usta-Rap, schreibe ein paar Strophen und die Beine brechen
Sie woll’n ich alle unten seh’n und mein’n Hype stoppen
Mir scheint es doch gut zu geh’n, Batzen in den Nikesocken
Sie machen Auge auf die Breitling am Handgelenk
Jede Strophe, die ich schreibe, wird von meiner Hand gelenkt
Wenn du mit mir redest, mach die Hand runter
Halt den Ball flach, du ehrenloser Schwanzlutscher
Ich hab’ keine Zeit mit euch zu reden, weil ihr Hunde seid
Was für Kampfsportverein? Wenn die Wumme knallt
Kannst du machen, was du willst, Sirdo, keine Aussicht!
Meine Mucke ist wie Rauschgift, ich weiß, ihr braucht mich
Yeah, Ghettolife, hier wird man mit Gras groß
Fünf Kanaken im Mercedes und wir fahr’n los
Stürm’ in dein Cafè, Caney, ich kann deine Angst seh’n
Ich hab’ die Walther bei, lass’ sie alle stramm steh’n.

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und stürme deine Bude, rah
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye
Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Heute Nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Ich jage euch von Berlin bis in die USA
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye.

Alpa Gun, Caney, das ist Schöneberg, Gossenrap
Batzen zähl’n vor den Kameras, weil es kotzen lässt
Ich will nicht deine Drecksmucke hören, Piç
Ich komm’ von der Straße, deutscher Rap ist mir zu Röhrenjeans
Asozial, die Jungs, die deine Ketten klau’n
Beats picken, asoziale Zeil’n auf ein’n Zettel hau’n
Alper-Abi-Rap ist ein Schlachtfeld – Blutbad
Du willst mich dissen? Ja, dann mach, Kelb, Mut gab
Mir meine Walther P, ich bin mit ihr aufgewachsen
Sie woll’n, dass ich falle, aber Alpa steht versuri-lyrics.info
Ich hab’ zu viel Dreck gefressen, olgum, das ist Kopffick
Es ist nicht mehr wegzudenken, damals hatt’ ich Ott mit
Ich will ‘ne Million’n, nein, mich machen nicht paar Euros satt
Lan, ich komm’ vorbei und sorg’ für Chaos in eurer Stadt
Alper Arbi, ich bin wieder mal auf Beef aus
Lan, meine Walther ist geladen und ich schieß’ drauf.

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und stürme deine Bude, rah
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye
Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Heute nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Ich jage euch von Berlin bis in die USA
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye.

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Yallah bye
Heute nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Yallah byeee.
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Ellie White – Zi Ceva Lyrics

ELLIE WHITE
Zi Ceva Lyrics

Plang atunci cand ochii tai se pierd chiar langa mine
Esti o usa inchisa de prea mult timp, te-ai rupt de mine
So nimic, nimic nu simti de zile intregi cand vorbesc cu tine
Cred ca am iesit din viata ta,
Te rog doar
Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare ca sunt obiectul din decor!
Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare ca ce-a ramas e doar un rol!
Zi ceva!

Stai ascuns prin umbra celor doi calatori prin vise
Noi, credeam ca noi vom fi mereu inimi deschise
Dar nimic, nimic nu simti de zile-ntregi
Si adanc ma doare
Atunci cand e tacere-m viata mea,
Te rog doar
Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare cand sunt obiectul din decor!
Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare ca ce-a ramas e doar un rol!
Zi ceva!

Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare cand sunt obiectul din decor!
Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare ca ce-a ramas e doar un rol!
Zi ceva!

Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare cand sunt obiectul din decor!
Zi ceva, ca mi-e frig si ma sting,
Zi ceva, esti o iarna, ingheti vara mea
Si ma doare, ma doare ca ce-a ramas e doar un rol!
Zi ceva!

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Roger Troutman – In The Mix Lyrics

ROGER TROUTMAN
In The Mix Lyrics

Mix
It’s in the mix baby
Hey Roger (What)
Play that groove
That makes me wanna move
It’s in the mix
Hey DJs
All across the USA
I love the way
You mix those funky jams (Yes I do)
Every time I turn on my radio
I can’t believe my ears (Believe it)
The sounds I hear I can’t explain
It must be in the mix
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Yeah)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Oooh wow)
Don Cornelius, hey Soul Train
I love to see your body talk
I love the way (Wooo)
You dance to the funky mix (Mix)
Keep dancin’ and prancin’
And dancin’ and prancin’
Get down now
Every time I watch TV
I see ya dancin’ to the mix (Ohhh)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (About to funk to death)
Mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix (Scratch, scratch, ohhh scratch)
Gimme a handkerchief here
Everybody’s diggin’ the sounds
Stereophonic electric sound
Ultrasonic peculiar sounds
All of the sounds are in the mix
Mix baby (Uhh, ahhh)
It’s in the mix (Yeah)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Oooh wow)
Mix, scratch, break it down and mix Every time I go to a disco
I notice all those strange sounds
The people they be dancin’
To the sound of the funky mix
Keep on dancin’
Keep on prancin’
You know the DJs they been mixin
All those funky jams
Keep on mixin’
Keep on scratchin’, yeah
They’ll be dancin’ and prancin’
And mixin’ and scratchin’
Jammin’ and slammin’
All night long, yeah
Mix baby
Mix baby
Mix
It’s in the mix
Houston, Texas
It’s in the mix
Concinnati, Ohio
It’s in the mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix
James Brown we love you
Barry Gordy we love you too, yeah
The Motown Sound
It’s in the mix baby, baby
Detroit City
It’s in the mix
Hamilton, Ohio
It’s in the mix
Dayton, Ohio
It’s in the mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix

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Inchide usa – Ligia versuri

Versuri Ligia – Inchide usa

Mama ta iti spune,
Nu va veni nici azi, nici maine.
A uitat de voi, de un timp e altcineva.
Nu e bun pentru tine, a luat o parte din tine si a plecat cu ea.
Adevarul doare tare
Nu veti imbatrani impreuna, uite deja te doare
Credeai ca va fi tatal copilului tau, fie rau, fie bine.
Mai bine pleaca si nimic nu spune, inchide usa dupa tine.

Te propun in locul tau
Te framanta dorul, nu poate fi mai rau.
El inchide portile spre Rai
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Si te lasa fara grai.
Asa ca pleaca pe bune si nimic nu spune
Inchide usaaa dupa tine.

Si chiar daca apar norii gri si furtuni de suspine,
Sigur maine iti va fi mai bine.
Si chiar daca-ti pare nimic nu mai are culoare.
Chiar daca doare, inchide usa dupa tineee.
Versuri Ligia
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