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Nyck Caution – What You Want Lyrics (feat. Gashi)

[GASHI:]
Runnin’ out of time, runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want
Tell me what you want, want

[Nyck Caution:]
What you really want from a man like me? (Yeah)
Talkin’ off my ear very impolitely (Shut up)
Shit that I peep scrolling through your IG (Hmm)
Doesn’t really match with the guy that I see (Facts) Uh, uh
(We should do a record, yo, I got this nice beat)
You want something from me but got nothing I need (What?)
We are not cool, y’all do not know C (Yeah)
Only make moves for the bros in Pro-Ds, please (Yeah)
Go to sleep like CM Punk
Sometimes you gotta lead a brand ’cause the GM sucks (For real)
I rep the fam’, always defend us
And if y’all wanna go to war (Yeah), we send luck
I’m ridin’ off the energy, I feel like Elon Musk
They gassed up, let’s take a bet to see where he ends up
I think you drank too much mimosa at your weekend brunch
You weak bitch, we don’t listen to your weak-ass stuff
See that he act tough, you a dumb fraud (Fraud)
I put a ski mask up and leave you slumped, God (Bah), yeah
Look me in the face, y’all rookies in the race
Playin’ hooky with your crap, you will never graduate
Shut the f*ck up

Yeah, so I-I’m just really tryna build with you, organically
I love your sound
Yeah, I know you need this, I know you need that, bruh
Look, if you could just get on a feature
I really don’t give a f*ck, my G (Ah, ah)

[GASHI (Nyck Caution):]
Runnin’ out of time (Time), runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want (Want)
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
I’m runnin’ out of time (Time), runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
Runnin’ out of time (Time), runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation

Tell me what you want, want, want
Tell me what you want, want, want

[Nyck Caution:]
We need this and we need that
We need a hit, we need the old vibe that you bring back
We need you to be a slave to the music that you make
We need you to be the voice that’s pavin’ the way
What we don’t need is you to be different than the guy
That was seventeen, signed and recorded "School High"
’90s era golden age, we don’t want the flow to change
Make the same song, collect, then you die
Don’t forget the check comes every couple months
Not for much, but it’s somethin’ just to keep the fridge stuffed
We don’t wanna hear about your private life, we just want the
Punchlines, metaphors, flows that show you rhymin’ nice
f*ck how you feel, it’s about the appeal
If it isn’t what we want, then this shit isn’t real
Dyin’ for some new music, then it drops for a week
Judgin’ everybody’s work over first-week sales
Then a month goes by, my, look at the signs
Twenty other albums dropped in that matter of time
Ten thousand plus hours tryna work on your grind
While Cole Bennett made a star for the thirteenth time
That’s no shade, just drink the lemonade (Yeah)
People hate you for the same things they love, it’s just packaged another way (Facts)
Anywhere but here, I’m just plottin’ my getaway
‘Cause I won’t give you what you want, so I’m

[GASHI (Nyck Caution):]
Runnin’ out of time (Time), runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want (Want)
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
I’m runnin’ out of time (Time), runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
Runnin’ out of time (Time), runnin’ out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want
Tell me what you want, want, want

Gordon Lightfoot – If You Could Read My Mind Lyrics

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet

You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost, you can see

If I could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstore sells
When you reach the part where the heartaches
Come the hero would be me

Heroes often fail
And you won’t read that book again
Because the endings just to hard to take

I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two, a movie queen
To play the scene of bringing
All the good things out in me

But for now love let’s be real

I never thought I could act this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelings gone and I just can’t get it back

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet the story always ends

If you read between the lines
You’ll know that I’m just trying to understand
The feeling that you left

I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelings gone and I just can’t get it back

Jive Five – My True Story Lyrics

Cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh

There is a story yeah
That I must tell
Of two lovers
That I bewail
Now they must cry, cry
Cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Their blues away
(Cry cry cry their blues away)

Her name was Sue yeah
His name was Earl
His love was Lorraine
She’s a wonderful girl
But they must cry, cry
Cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Their blues away
(Their blues away)

Love will make you happy

And love will make you cry
Love will make the tears fall
When your lover says goodbye

And then you’ll cry, cry
Cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Your blues away
(Cry cry cry their blues away)

This story ends yeah
It was no lie
Names have been changed dear
To protect you and I

But we must cry, cry
Cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Our blues away
(Cry cry cry)
Mmm (whoa-uh our blues away)
We must cry
(Cry cry cry whoa-uh our blues away)

Lloyd Banks – Element Of Surprise Lyrics

Uh, start the pay homage discussion, y’all niggas cloned me, cousin
You climbing up in the ranks, but I’m big homie punchin’
Retired three of my jerseys, Ginóbili, Tony, Duncan
Got a low tolerance lately, these nosy hoes is something
Picture me stuck in my era, a frozey pose assumption
My twenty-four’s a mamba bite, with eights I’m Kobe dunkin’
I helped you all off the strength of my heart, you owe me nothin’
They all the same, can’t tell ’em apart with Rollies frontin’
How you gon’ threaten me with relevance? I left already
Separated from entertainment, now my head is steady
The industry can SMD, I keep the letters ready
Always been disciplined, the dedication’s necessary
You gas your favorite to bait me, I’ll make a casket out him
Don’t compare me to niggas without a classic album
It don’t matter how long I’m missin’, they’ll ask about him
f*ck all that new drip, jewelry under my jacket drownin’

You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this)
Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss)
Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick)
Don’t let ’em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff)
Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin’ cool (Lookin’ cool)
It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you)
They drop some money on your head, you gon’ be food
If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through
Be careful, fool

Uh, planning my come up and jottin’ names is all I’ve been doing
Blame my society, it made me a horrible human
Started improving, effects of a honorable student
You’d rather be the boss of nothing than part of a movement
Shit, I’m just really getting started, Cubans over my Caesar
Jordan killed niggas with his shot, they shootin’ over his sneakers
Winning and tragedies go hand-in-hand, I know the procedure
I’m associated with dangerous niggas, no misdemeanors
Father a senior, made me a junior, I brung the third
Cocky and arrogant, they don’t respect a humble word
They put that voodoo on me, gotta overcome the curse
Serve you concussions with the rear end of my Thunderbird
Dick ridin’ is clout-chasin’, I wish them niggas dead
And a thot is the new chickenhead
A half a pound of gelato just for the clique to spread
Never had a pot to piss, now it’s lobster bisque

You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this)
Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss)
Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick)
Don’t let ’em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff)
Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin’ cool (Lookin’ cool)
It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you)
They drop some money on your head, you gon’ be food
If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through
Be careful, fool

Sammy Arriaga – Take My Phone. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We broke up on bad terms
Said goodbye with bad words
Trying to act like it don't hurt
But who am I fooling?
And with the boys in the city
Swimming in women and whiskey
When the lonely bug bit me
Shit, what am I doing?

[Pre-Chorus]
You know what they say
"Don't text your ex when you're drunk"
Well I'm one away from doing something dumb

[Chorus]
Somebody take my phone
'Cause I'ma start problems, I'ma start problems
Take my phone 'cause
It ain't gonna solve 'em, it ain't gonna solve 'em
It's not like she's coming back
There's no way this won't go bad
A sober me would know that, oh

[Post-Chorus]
Somebody take my phone
Somebody take my phone
[Verse 2]
Every night at the same time
We'd fall asleep over FaceTime
Now I can't even face my

Bed if she ain't in it
I'm so scared to open my 'Gram
I don't think that my heart could stand
Seeing her with her brand new man
I think that I would lose it

[Chorus]
Somebody take my phone
'Cause I'ma start problems, I'ma start problems
Take my phone 'cause
It ain't gonna solve 'em, it ain't gonna solve 'em
It's not like she's coming back
There's no way this won't go bad
A sober me would know that, oh

[Post-Chorus]
Somebody take my phone (Just take it)
Somebody take my phone (It's gon' be bad)

[Bridge]
You know what they say
"Don't text your ex when you're drunk" (Nah)
Well I'm one away from doing something dumb
[Outro]
Somebody take my phone, take my phone
Somebody take my phone, take my phone

Lil Berete – War Ready Lyrics

You know what I’m sayin’?
This some different shit, nigga
Hope you niggas like this shit
Actually I don’t give a f*ck if you guys don’t like it
‘Cause I’m still the hottest in the Dot
Brrt

Yeah, I made a change and I got me a chain
I got water on my neck, I been changin’ the weather
Streets so cold, gotta keep me a sweater
Got 40s and choppers, you know we gon’ wet him
Slide on my block, he gon’ turn to a victim
You know he ain’t gang if he shoot in our kennel
White Air Force when I’m all in the trap
I ain’t leavin’ the trap ’til that shit turn yellow
Mama be trippin’ ’cause pounds in the pillow
Mama be trippin’ ’cause bags in the denim
Same ones that’s trippin’, you know that I fed ’em
Same ones that’s trippin’, I said that I got ’em
Same ones that’s hatin’, they eatin’ McDonald’s
Ain’t have a thing ’cause I came off a dollar
Balling on niggas, I need me a scholar
Callin’ nobody, I keep me some hollows

Yeah, you know we war ready (They know)
You know we war ready (They know)
You know I gotta keep that gang around me, yeah (They know)
You know I want more money
My hundreds comin’ with more problems, yeah
I took a lead, can’t depend on nobody, yeah

Yeah, you know we war ready (They know)
You know we war ready (They know)
You know I gotta keep that gang around me, yeah (For sure)
You know I want more money
My hundreds comin’ with more problems, yeah
I took a lead, can’t depend on nobody, yeah

Please don’t play with me
Shooters, they pull up, you know they be skrrtin’ and purgin’
I’m tryna better me
Takin’ these drugs won’t help my pain, I’m hurtin’ (Yeah)
Livin’ this life, you might end up hurt (Yeah)
Bought a new bitch and I love the skirt
Most of my niggas, they in the dirt
Most of my demons, they love to flirt

Yeah, you know we war ready
You know we war ready
You know I gotta keep that gang around me, yeah
You know I want more money
My hundreds comin’ with more problems, yeah
I took a lead, can’t depend on nobody, yeah
Yeah, you know we war ready
You know we war ready
You know I gotta keep that gang around me, yeah
You know I want more money
My hundreds comin’ with more problems, yeah
I took a lead, can’t depend on nobody, yeah

They know, they know
Nobody, yeah
They know, they know
Nobody, yeah
They know, they know
Nobody, yeah
They know, they know
Nobody

Shinsei Kamattechan – Boku No Sensou – Tv Size Lyrics

[​神聖かまってちゃん「僕の戦争」歌詞]

[序奏]
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la

[ヴァース 1]
Let’s start a new life from the darkness
Until the light reveals the end
Sinister faces, growing curses
This is my last war

[コーラス]
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
(Angels playing disguised)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta
(With devil’s faces)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
(Children cling to their coins)
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti

(Squeezing out their wisdom)
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
(Angels planning disguised)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta (Rastis! Rastis!)
(With devil’s faces)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
(Children cling on to their)
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la
(Very last coins)

[サビ]
Destruction and regeneration
You are the real enemy
(Rastis! Rastis! Rastis!)

[アウトロ]
War!
(My) War!
(My) War!
Rastis! Rastis! Rastis! Rastis!

Nyck Caution – Things Could Be Worse Lyrics (feat. Cj Fly & Jake Luttrell)

Okay, I’m so beyond it
Mill basin to Coney Island
I’m south Brooklyn’s finest
I did a lot
But I still gotta top it
I guess you cursed with that
When you got a habit to polish
So I be in the lab workin like dexter and deedee
Cause you only as good as the last records you dropping
And I can’t break my promise
You dudes be out of pocket
So you don’t get the time of day
Or no cash from my wallet
Work on your craft for you comment
I was in the basement with Trevor and chronic
Rappin under blankets and smokin some chronic
Lower the music because his mom sleepin
But the loud got us here
How f*ckin ironic
They called me dumb and obnoxious
But now I’m young and iconic
Joel Embiid
Gotta trust in the process
Went from underage drinking hypnotic
Dreaming bout makin profit
Lost some soldiers who was vital to the progress
I know they pullin some strings from above me
So I can’t let them down yo I got this
I’m done being modest
I’m getting everything and more
Til I’m rotted
Just a product of the people who believed in the kid
I owe it all to ya
I’ll be the vessel for ya
I know this game is both a gift and a curse
But things could be worse

Things could be worse
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling heaven sent watch me lift up the earth
Let my words
Float off my tongue
Got an angel up above says go off and run
Fill my glass take a lap you woke up the son I’m the one

Fly!
I’m from where they buckshots
And all the Jamaicans scream Bloodclawt

I was one block
Away when they shot up the bus stop
Ain’t see one cop
The hood was so hot
And in such shocked
Keep a gun cocked
Or you gonna end up the one popped
17, I was stepping over empty shell cases
Crime scenes, yellow tape, I’ve seen plenty pale faces
We stay heated, but we always wondered where this Hell place is
Might come off as lil harsh might as well face it

This still ain’t easy to grasp
Connecting with friends or fam
Is a thing of the past
Call and check up someone, its a struggle just to do that
Just because they just seen you post what I doing on to an app
I think that that shit is wack
My work will speak for it self, I’m done talking
I’ll get so off radar they gone be the ones stalking
All I ever heard was dog barking and gun sparking
But in 2021 I’ll be seeing my son walking
The person I’m becoming
Better than the one I was
Lost some friends over the years
Gave up tryna be a thug
Some ain’t dead they still alive
Some of them deserve a slug
We all got naysayers
You could tell em join the club
I did it all for you
And you did nothing for me
I know this game is both a gift and a curse
But things could be worse
Things could be worse

Things could be worse
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling heaven sent watch me lift up the earth
Let my words
Float off my tongue
Got an angel up above says go off and run
Fill my glass take a lap you woke up the son I’m the one

Maroon 5 – My Heart’s A Stereo Lyrics

My heart’s a stereo
It beats for you so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo

Rap: Gym Class Hereos
-Gym Class Hereos Baby!-
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else
If I asked you to scratch my back, how would you
handle that?
Like if read well, check it Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore I apologize for any skipping tracks
It’s just the last girl who played me left a couple
cracks
I used to, used to, used to, used to now I’m over that
Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I’d sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart’s a stereo that only plays for you

Chorus: Adam Levine
My heart’s a stereo
It beats for you so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
To my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Sing along to my stereo

Lets go
If I was an old school fifty pound boom box
Would you hold me on your shoulder and play me

wherever you are
And turn my volume up in front of the cops
And crank it higher every time they told you to stop
And all I ask is that you dont get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape that your friends make
You never know, we come and go like on the interstate
I think I finally found a note to make you understand
If you could hit it sing along and grab me by the
hands
Keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart’s a stereo that only plays for you

My heart’s a stereo
It beats for you so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
To my stereo
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh
Sing along to my stereo

I only pray you never leave me behind
Because good music can be so hard to find
I take your hand and pull it closer to mine
Thought love was dead, but now you’re changing my
mind

My heart’s a stereo
It beats for you so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
To my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Sing along to my stereo

Yeah

Millane Fernandez – I Miss You (dam Dubi Dam) Lyrics

Intro: Dam Dubi Dam
Dam Dubi Dam

Chorus:
Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss you like the flowers
Are missing the sun
Oh nane nane Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
Oh love is here and now you’re gone (now you’re gone)
Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss you like the first time
I like hear the song
Oh nane nane Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I need you more than anyone

1. Oh stay with me – I need your love
Til eternity – can’t get enough
And in your arms, I’m feeling so excited
You’re the one for me
Oh hand in hand, I’ll go with you
I live my dreams and some lies are true
And every thing reminds me, of your love, boy
You’re the one for me

Chorus:
Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss you like the flowers
Are missing the sun
Oh nane nane Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
Oh love is here and now you’re gone (now you’re gone)
Oh Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss you like the first time
I like hear the song
Oh nane nane Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I need you more than anyone
Dam Dam Dam Dubi Dam

Dam Dubi Dam
Dam Dubi Dam

2. Please talk to me, don’t leave this way
Oh can’t you see, what words can’t say

Oh in my dreams I’ll tell you secret stories
You’re the one for me
We had it all, don’t let it end
Oh you can’t win, with a losing hand
Can’t put my arms around a memory, boy
You’re the one for me

Refrain Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss you like the flowers
Are missing the sun
Oh nane nane Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
Oh love is here and now you’re gone (now you’re gone)
nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane
nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane
nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane nane
I need you more than anyone

Dubi Dam
I miss the sun
Dam Dubi Dam
Dubi Dam
I miss you like the sun

Refrain Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss you like the flowers
Are missing the sun
Oh nane nane Dam dubi Dam Dubi Dam
Oh love is here and now you’re gone
Dubi Dam

Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I miss the sun
I miss you like the sun
I miss ever like here the sun
Dam Dubi Dam Dubi Dam
I need you more than anyone
Dam Dam Dam Dubi Dam

Matt Cardle – Purple Crayon Lyrics

Looking through a broke phone
Stumble every step home
Falling but I’m full grown
Every high gets so low
Functioning and full blown
Harder than they said so

By now you’d think that I know
How to let the past go
Learn to let the scars show
So write this on my headstone
In purple crayon

I found my own way out
Two feet above the ground
I push the whole world down
Silence, the only sound
Flying on an Icarus wing
Pull me in, I wanna feel safe
I found my own way out
I found my own way out

Another strap around my chest
To confide or to confess
Only lonely knows me best
Am I cursed or am I blessed?
There’s a button I can press
Close my eyes and take a breath

You can call it weakness
It takes a man to undress his feelings
And be helpless
Paint a face that couldn’t care less

In purple crayon

I found my own way out
Two feet above the ground
I push the whole world down
Silence, the only sound
Flying on an Icarus wing
Pull me in, I wanna feel safe
I found my own way out
I found my own way out

I drew a forest
With only a tree
I drew a boat
‘Cause I drew the sea
I’m coming down
On a purple balloon
So I drew a mountain
To get to the moon

I found my own way out
Two feet above the ground
I push the whole world down
Silence, the only sound
Flying on an Icarus wing
Pull me in, I wanna feel safe
I found my own way out
I found my own way out

I drew a forest
With only a tree
I drew a boat
‘Cause I drew the sea
I’m coming down
On a purple balloon
So I drew a mountain
I found my own way out

August Burns Red – Standing In The Storm Lyrics

The end is the beginning
Found each other, lost one another
The beginning is the end
Found each other, lost one another

I just started the race
And I’m already disqualified
Lost each other, now we’ll struggle to

Fight, fight to reunite
You know it’s right, but instead you
Fight, fight with all your might
I want you but you want out

It’s okay not be okay
But we can’t stay here in this place
Nothing more to do, nothing more to say
I’m afraid I’m going insane

I’m losing my mind, there’s no rain
Just lightning and thunder
Nobody wins when we’ve lost one another

I know that damaged is not destroyed
A face I won’t forget, a feeling I can’t shake
Damaged is not destroyed
We fall apart so fast, so easily we break

Damaged is not destroyed
I want you but you want out

It has to rain to see a painted sky
Not all deserts are deserted and dry
What’s lost can always be found
I’ll sing along to the sound
I’ll shout, I’ll shout it out
Even if no one’s around

It’s not where we’ve been, but where we want to be

Standing in the storm
Found each other, lost one another
I saw the truth for what it is
Found each other, lost one another
You find the love that never fails you
When you fail the one you love
Say goodbye, say goodbye

Fight, fight to reunite
You know it’s right, but instead you
Fight, fight with all your might
I want you, but you want out

Yarichin Bitch Club – Touch You Lyrics

アン、アン、アン、アン、安易な言葉は要らない
でもなんでだろう
ぜん、ぜん、ぜん、ぜん、全部モノにしたい

I wanna touch your
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY

3,2,1 Let`s session
Check Check Check testing you..
No no no no no oh..

百発百中 ホールインワン
喋りたい 喋れないって ヤっちやってよ 発射オーライ
ふれてみたい
抱き合いたい裸同士で
ちょっと舌入れちゃって もいいかな
ああ、明日はどうなる
輪姦は嫌だ

アン、アン、アン、アン、安易な気持ちじゃないんだ
やりたいことばっかり
そ、そ、そ、そ、そして受け入れてもいい
もうなんだっていい
理性なんて
バラバラになちゃえよ
BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY

No, no、no、童貞です
(No, no, no, no, no Oh)
絶対命中 前立腺
(Wow wo wo, yeah, yeah)
だって今すぐ
やりたい
やりたい
やりたい、オー
汗だくで
触らせない 君は処女はなの
僕はヤリチンビッチのオスだよ (オスだよ!!)
ああ 包まれたいな 君の粘膜に
Fallen

BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY

BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY

抱き合いたい着衣でOK
君の心が知りたいだけだよ
オーつれない態度
そそられちゃうぜ
アン、アン、アン、アン、安易な気持ちじゃないんだ
知りたいことばっかで
ノン、ノン、ノン、ノン、 なならノンケでもないいよ
いかせてやるから!
アン、アン、アン、アン、安易な言葉は要らない
でもなんでだろう
ぜん、ぜん、ぜん、ぜん、全部モノにしたい

I wanna touch your
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY

3,2,1 Let`s session
Check Check Check testing you..
No no no no no oh..

百発百中 ホールインワン
喋りたい 喋れないって ヤっちやってよ 発射オーライ
ふれてみたい
抱き合いたい裸同士で
ちょっと舌入れちゃって もいいかな
ああ、明日はどうなる
輪姦は嫌だ
アン、アン、アン、アン、安易な気持ちじゃないんだ
やりたいことばっかり
そ、そ、そ、そ、そして受け入れてもいい
もうなんだっていい
理性なんて
バラバラになちゃえよ

BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY

No, no、no、童貞です
(No, no, no, no, no Oh)
絶対命中 前立腺
(Wow wo wo, yeah, yeah)
だって今すぐ
やりたい
やりたい
やりたい、オー
汗だくで
触らせない 君は処女はなの
僕はヤリチンビッチのオスだよ (オスだよ!!)
ああ 包まれたいな 君の粘膜に
Fallen

BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY

BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY

抱き合いたい着衣でOK
君の心が知りたいだけだよ
オーつれない態度
そそられちゃうぜ

アン、アン、アン、アン、安易な気持ちじゃないんだ

知りたいことばっかで
ノン、ノン、ノン、ノン、 なならノンケでもないいよ
いかせてやるから!

アン、アン、アン、アン、安定のリズムピストン
止まらないんだ
ぜん、ぜん、ぜん、ぜん、全部知りたい君のこと
スキな子と
やりたいよ
I wanna, wanna touch your

BODY
BODY, BODY, BODY, BODY
BODY, BODY

Peewee Longway – Pink Salmon Lyrics (feat. Cassius Jay)

Ooh, all I need is top, need, need, need that top (Ayy)
Ooh, all I want is top, need, need, need, no top (Let’s go)
Ooh, all I need is top, need, need, need that top (That boy Cass, ayy)
Ooh, all I want is top, need, need, need, no top (Let’s go)

Pink salmon on my feet, Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
I think she annoyed, Mike Amiri to the floor (I think she annoyed)
All my money neat, I’m tryna top the list of Forbes (Top the list of Forbes)
Lit wrist like a lightbulb, Emilio Pucci rug (Let’s go)
In the shower, f*ck like Mimi, love me like she Kiki (Like Kiki)
All she say is Peewee (Longway), ice on my neck be VV (Brr)
Benz GT, step out your ‘evy
Mr. Blue Benjamin, count up the fetti
She black like Keisha, f*ck like Belly
Twerk on the dick, she on, she ready

When she need me, I’m on the way
When she need me, I’m on the way
Thotiana, blue face
Calamari, two plates
‘Rari came, new plate
Chopped the brick and served soufflé
Pocket need a due date
Longway Sinatra 2, baby
I’m into shoppin’ too, baby
Christian Dior with the pink laces
She wear the thong that look like shoelaces
Kiss on the dick and smile with pink braces
Long hair, she don’t need laces
She mulatto, I’m tryna figure her race
She told it, I pick it, I pay
Swag and young Cassius Jay
This beat didn’t come from Zay (That boy Cass)
Get on the top, don’t stop, go pop
Wake up and catch the box
Balenciaga Triple S and Gucci for my socks

Pink salmon on my feet, Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
I think she annoyed, Mike Amiri to the floor (I think she annoyed)
All my money neat, I’m tryna top the list of Forbes (Top the list of Forbes)
Lit wrist like a lightbulb, Emilio Pucci rug (Let’s go)
In the shower, f*ck like Mimi, love me like she Kiki (Like Kiki)

All she say is Peewee (Longway), ice on my neck be VV (Brr)
Benz GT, step out your ‘evy
Mr. Blue Benjamin, count up the fetti
She black like Keisha, f*ck like Belly
Twerk on the dick, she on, she ready

Spinnin’ the block, spinnin’ the block, Fox 5 shots
Longway top shot, f*ck all of you bomboclaats
I’ll sit in my jail and rot and tell the judge a lie
Oh, DG slippers on my feet, I’m ah-ah (Longway, ah-ah)
Put that dick inside her guts, she call me, "Dada" (Zaddy)
Swallow the nut, don’t leave no traces in my Caddy
She ask me why I’m up like this, I’m on them Addys
Mr. Blue Benjamin havin’
Four-four-eights from Cali
Weigh ’em up and bag ’em
Show me the Magnum wrapper
Heard he capper, capper (Stop the cappin’)
Gucci, copped from Dapper, Lonway Dapper Dan
You can get bags with Bitcoin
She with the shit, she been gone

Pink salmon on my feet, Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
I think she annoyed, Mike Amiri to the floor (I think she annoyed)
All my money neat, I’m tryna top the list of Forbes (Top the list of Forbes)
Lit wrist like a lightbulb, Emilio Pucci rug (Let’s go)
In the shower, f*ck like Mimi, love me like she Kiki (Like Kiki)
All she say is Peewee (Longway), ice on my neck be VV (Brr)
Benz GT, step out your ‘evy
Mr. Blue Benjamin, count up the fetti
She black like Keisha, f*ck like Belly
Twerk on the dick, she on, she ready

Before you leave my love away (Before you leave my love away)
Don’t kill me, I won’t testify (Don’t kill me, I won’t testify)
We put doves in the air and watch ’em fly high (Cap, cap)
And that.44 hit your shirt, it look like tie-dye
Na-na
When she need me, I’m on the way
When she need me, I’m on the way

Brs Kash – Kash App Lyrics (feat. Mulatto)

(Mama, Zachary makin’ beats again)
Okay (Okay)
Ooh

Ok she wobble it wobble it make a nigga want it
Ok she pop it she pop it she make a nigga horny
And she’s a, lil’ stripper with some big dick grippers
If you throw that ass on me imma f*ck around a tip you
What’s your cash app? Aye I’ll send anything you want to see that ass clap
Aye Aye aye come here
Aye What’s your cash app? Aye I’ll send anything you want to see that ass clap
(Clap clap clap clap)

Aye what it is hoe?
I wanna see that p*ssy poppin’ in some heels hoe
It ain’t nothin’ to a boss to pay a bill hoe
I heard you got some good p*ssy how it feel hoe?
Yea how it feel?
Imma, big baller, big shot caller, big lips on you I just wonder do you swallow
If that head good imma call your ass tomorrow
Good drank on ice, can you swallow the bottle?
Now bounce that ass
Make a nigga like me wanna’ come and drop the bag
Cash app with no limit I’m the G.O.A.T
Come here baby I just wanna see you rock the boat, rock the boat, yea

Ok she wobble it wobble it make a nigga want it
Ok she pop it she pop it she make a nigga horny
And she’s a, lil’ stripper with some big dick grippers
If you throw that ass on me imma f*ck around a tip you
What’s your cash app? Aye I’ll send anything you want to see that ass clap

Aye Aye aye come here
Aye What’s your cash app? Aye I’ll send anything you want to see that ass clap
(Clap clap clap clap)

I need a cashapp before I make that ass clap
Bet when he be laying with his bitch he having flashbacks
I done made my trap nigga show me where the stash at
And I made my other nigga pay to make this ass fat
Don’t play with that girl she ain’t the 1 or the 2
Watch me (gasp) out of Magic with a blunt out the roof
Told the nigga eat the p*ssy till he missing a tooth
The birkin ain’t for fashion bitch its totin the tool
Ain’t trickin if you got it daddy come out them pockets
Pullin fresh out the lot because this a brand new body
I’m a big boss bitch I can’t be seen with no rookie
The richer the nigga the wetter the p*ssy

Wobble it wobble it make a nigga want it
Ok she pop it she pop it she make a nigga horny
And she’s a, lil’ stripper with some big dick grippers
If you throw that ass on me imma f*ck around a tip you
What’s your cash app? Aye I’ll send anything you want to see that ass clap
Aye Aye aye come here
Aye What’s your cash app? Aye I’ll send anything you want to see that ass clap
(Clap clap clap clap)

Slim 400 – Fake Shit Lyrics (feat. Lil Blood & J Stalin)

[Intro: J. Stalin]
(Ayy, ayy, you gotta keep that in the beginning)
(Ayy, ayy)
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Fake shit)
So we can separate shit
Gotta let the fake niggas do they fake shit (Fake shit)
So we can separate shit

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Shit)
See the real niggas from the fake shit
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from thе fake shit (Hold up, hold up, ake shit)
We can see thе real bitches from the fake bitches

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Blassic, niggas told you I was blassic
Wallabees and Kangol on the kids, yeah, we're magic
Study every night, drinking Hennessy in my habit
Chuckin' up four hundred, blewin' up, I'm in the score
f*ck quarantine, get the snow through the bows
f*ck quarantine, get the money through a store
Real play the fake 'til the fake don't know
Classic, bitch, thugged out, Pac shit, go
I say, "Gang," let 'em think, let 'em drink (Woo)
Money be the evil, turn fake bitch fake (Hold up, goddamnit)
Ayy, don't let 'em play you man, you stay true
Ooh, they artificial, they ain't got a clue (Ice Wata)
[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Shit)

See the real niggas from the fake shit
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit (Hey, Slim, what it is, nigga?)
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (It's Lil Blood, fake shit)
We can see the real bitches from the fake bitches (I got you, brother, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
How you my brother but you let them niggas speak on me? (Damn)
You heard them niggas plottin' like they finna creep on me, uh
Keep it on me, nigga, I'm a stepper (Stepper)
I break a bitch and put her back together (Facts)
Glock 45 under my sweater, Glock 45 for you haters
f*cked up my brother, turned into a traitor (Damn)
Dre, he was my dawg, but we don't kick it no more
He smokin' weed with the opps like we ain't trippin' no more
My bitch told me I'm a dog and she don't love me no more
I fell for a Twitter bitch, yeah, I'm in love with a ho (Sheesh)
Gotta let the fake niggas do fake shit
So we can separate shit

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Shit)
See the real niggas from the fake shit
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Fake shit)
We can see the real bitches from the fake bitches

Il Tre 3 – Pioggia Lyrics

[Testo di “Pioggia”]

[Strofa 1]
A volte non so comportarmi
Non vorrei mentire, tu piangi
Non posso nascondere i miei tagli
Non posso cancellare i miei sbagli
Non posso tornare indietro, no
No, no, non ho la forza d’andare avanti
Sì, ho confuso il mare con il cielo e
No, no, cerchi nei lobi come i pirati
Quando avevo tredici anni stavo un po’ perso
Cercavo qualcuno che capisse il mio senso
Un adolescente che non trova se stesso
È come una relazione senza buon sesso
E fuori era buio, eh
Sono come un cane senza la strada di casa che è diventato un lupo, eh
La paura è uno scudo, fra’, te lo giuro

[Pre-Ritornello 1]
Ho sofferto come tutti per una stronza
Che mi ha fatto diventare il cuore di ghiaccio
Ho capito che l’amore spesso è un inganno
Io sono stanco, eh

[Ritornello]
Siamo come la pioggia, eh
Come un fuoco che scotta, eh
Una bomba che scoppia
Questa vita è bella ma costa
Voglio stare solo con te
Siamo come la notte, eh
Sotto un cielo di gocce, eh
Quando corri più forte
Io non ho paura di niente
Tornerò con le mani rotte
Stai con me

[Strofa 2]
Ricordo che
Parlavano lontano come se fossi estraneo al discorso
Ero solo un bimbo in disparte, volevo fare il grande, l’opposto

Alla fine ho fatto, concluso, sono soddisfatto e tu illusa
Lei voleva un cuore, io niente, lei mi dice: “Vattene”, io “Scusa”
E mi sento in gabbia, come se fossi legato sì, dalle mie corde
Dentro ho rabbia, come se avessi potuto trovare le forze
Adesso basta, se avessi avuto coraggio magari sai forse
Ma non importa, chiudo le porte, se tornerò torneremo più forti

[Pre-Ritornello 2]
Prima eri il mio punto di forza
Ora sei soltanto un messaggio nell’archivio
Hai curato le ferite di quella stronza
E dopo ti ho persa, eh

[Ritornello]
Siamo come la pioggia, eh
Come un fuoco che scotta, eh
Una bomba che scoppia
Questa vita è bella ma costa
Voglio stare solo con te
Siamo come la notte, eh
Sotto un cielo di gocce, eh
Quando corri più forte
Io non ho paura di niente
Tornerò con le mani rotte
Stai con me

[Outro]
Eh, eh
Siamo come la pioggia, eh
Come un fuoco che scotta, eh
Una bomba che scoppia
Questa vita è bella ma costa
Voglio stare solo con te
Siamo come la notte, eh
Sotto un cielo di gocce, eh
Quando corri più forte
Io non ho paura di niente
Tornerò con le mani rotte
Stai con me

Marlon Craft – State Of The Union Lyrics

The state of the union is that there isn’t one
If a house divided can’t stand, we been sitting but sitting officials lettin’ you starve and die
They’d say for a party, I say it’s dogma to America’s artful lie
Sniffin’ the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by authority to convince the poorest he still one caste up
‘Cause at least you not black, and if at least you not that
And if you see and got mad
That the elite eat on backs of your labor, you’d point at your neighbor – instead of up
To keep you off track, they told you your sins weren’t sins but, beneath that hatred is shame
Your humanity was picked and sold with the cotton of slaves
System is f*cked, we benefit passively
White liberals and such, make a social identity from giving a f*ck
But that privilege they may acknowledge, they ain’t giving it up
We ain’t living it much, the ego’s driving the car
And it just depends on where it got it’s license
How many of us really choose our own thoughts and vices?
You don’t get paid, but you a walking advertisement
Made us all addicted to fame, so that we’d work for free
Million factless ’cause their schools ain’t teach ’em how to find them
If they get to choose, they pick the ones that their wants align with
Can you track your opinion to it’s origin? If not, aight then
We move without intent, they profit when we not decisive
Rappers been lazily referencing The Matrix for years
Who knew algorithms would really dictate what we cheer?
Too lazy to care, afraid to look inward
We’d live in our own noose ‘fore we live in our own truth
Vague tweets about how you love everyone
You won’t even wear a mask to save somebody’s grandmother
Entitled to the lies of freedom, you in denial
I seen this shit for a while
It’s lethal man, word to Dan Glover

You can’t fake lightning but you can plan thunder
Pay a racist brand before we’d pay attention
I sit in damn wonder

And everyone talking generational wealth
But outside making money for ourselves
We won’t give the next generation no help
It may already be too late to save the f*cking planet
If we don’t stop playing, there will be no more generations to help
We trained people for survival of the fittest
In traumatic conditions and sold them things that kill ’em
We made life into a gamble, in the name of capitalism
Then tried to hit the democracy switch when COVID hit and that was destined to fail
You can’t abuse populations, leave ’em destitute and vacant and then ask them to care
About anything but their next move, our own nation to blame

So I get why we at the club, still I ain’t say I’m not enraged
I want better from us, I just don’t expect it
Trauma is cyclical, the most likely ones to neglect are the neglected
They had Future sellin’ you – Molly, Lean, Percocet
And you think for a check, they need a scheme on vaccine injections?
Lot of the soft bigotry of low expectations
Lot of fetishization, celebrating regressive themes in the name of progression
And when something truly powerful come
It’s hesitation

And there’s this fishy correlation, between what’s considered cool and what profits for corporations
Rappers streamin’ tens of mills considered not as poppin’
‘Cause on their next endeavor, no label holds an option
Soul vacancy across the culture
So when they say they do it for it, man I gotta wonder
The only culture is validate wins, and win equals money
The truth’s like my chest in ’06, it’s beneath where the rug be
I don’t even like talking this direct
I ain’t no book report ass rapper but I object
To the marriage to greed and clout, without heeding doubt of what winnin’ means
Ask why we on different teams
We don’t play the same sport
Started getting to some places I been tryna go and lookin’ round like
Yo, this ain’t what I came for
So if I gotta give up what’s righteous to get it, you can keep it
f*ck a popular lie I’d rather be a truthful secret
Herd immunity to truth and self-assestment
Truth is if not for COVID, Trump would’ve won re-election in a landslide
So we evaded armageddon, for good old store brand oppression
But if a leader more savvy, and less sociopathic with true fascist aspirations come along, it’s gon’ be tragic
74 million proved if the right rhetoric is used
We could end up on the wrong side of World War II 2
And to defeat white supremacy, you gotta first want to defeat white supremacy
I don’t think most of us really do
How many white mirror convos really bearing fruit?
The only hope is that this moment in history
Looks the same in both timelines of what the end could be
Whether this the infection rising up and we fight and quell, or if it outscrapes us, and humanity just dies and fails
It was always gon’ get worse ‘fore it got better
Racism was never gon’ go quietly to the night
It never will but I do believe that it along with greed, can make it’s way out of our institutions so that all are free one day
I ain’t say that it will, but today looks like today
In both versions of the story
So gon’ grab you a quill
It depends what we do, there’s only one person the future starts and ends with
It’s you

Robin Thicke – Take Me Higher Lyrics

Yeahh
Ah baby
Let’s get saved
Well well well
I need
I need to be saved

I’m coming baby
I hear your tone
I’m running red lights
I’m rushing home
I got it baby
You feel alone
Your body’s cold and naked
You need me to hold

So in love
Girl you’re like the morning sun
When I’m down you lift me up
I wanna overdose on your touch

Na na na na na na na na
(Take me higher baby)
Take me to the sky
Then ya, yank on the line
And I get high high high
But baby, baby I don’t mind
(I get higher baby)
Like a grape on the vine
You turn me, turn me into wine
And I get high high high
But listen, baby I don’t mind

Na na na na na na na na
I’m coming baby
I hear your tone
I’m running red lights
I’m rushing home
I got it baby
You feel alone
Your body’s cold and naked
You need me to hold

Just because girl you know I love us some us
Better than I thought it was

I want to overdose on your touch

Na na na na na na na na
(Take me higher baby)
Take me to the sky
Then ya, yank on the line
And I get high high high
But baby, baby I don’t mind
(Take me higher baby)
Like a grape on the vine
You turn me, turn me into wine
And I get high high high
But listen, baby I don’t mind
Take me higher baby

Na na na na na na na na
I’m coming baby
I hear your tone
I’m running red lights
I’m rushing home
I got it baby
You feel alone
Your body’s cold and naked
You need me to hold

Na na na na na na na na
(Take me higher baby)
Take me to the sky
Then ya, yank on the line
And I get high high high
But baby, baby I don’t mind
(I get higher baby)
Like a grape on the vine
You turn me, turn me into wine
And I get high high high
But listen, baby I don’t mind
Take me higher baby
I get high baby
Yes I do
Take me higher

Justin Courtney Pierre – Dying To Know Lyrics

One day a word with my mother
Questions and answers and
Suddenly I find
This mystery is mine
I’m struggling to breathe
From disarranging me
Drown out the fathers of fiction with electric guitars
I’m just dying to know who you are

Searching for signs of another
One day a mugshot and
Everything implodes
I’m sickened to my toes
You can’t undo what’s done
When staring at the son

Violence a week before bells our cesarean scar
I’m just dying to know who you are

But my life somehow goes on without me
Stranded in knowledge
Now everything is wrong
Where do I belong?
I’m not quite in my body
I’m feeling a lot like an anthropologist on Mars
I’m just dying to know
I’m just dying to know
I’m just dying to know
I’m just dying to know who you are

Adult Mom – Sober Lyrics

You’ve been sober now
For a few days and I bet that it helps
You not to send me a text
That says you love me still

The only thing that I’ve done
This month is drink beer
Masturbate, and ignore
Phone calls from you
What else am I supposed to do?

Because the last image of you I remember
Is your hunched over back on the side of the bed
Telling me that I shouldn’t leave

And I didn’t wanna lie I guess
When you asked me if I loved you less
In the passenger side of my car
So I didn’t respond

And the last image of me you remember

Is my hunched over back on the driver’s side
Begging you to get out when you said that You wanted to die
Can’t you see that’s the kind of shit
I can’t be the one to decide?

But if you asked me now, I’d want you alive

It’s a chilling confidence that
I don’t need you anymore
But you knew that, I’m sure
Honesty broke the glass of the bottle
That I struck at the door
When I couldn’t do this any longer
Now I don’t even think of you
When I am sober

Now I don’t even think of you
When I am sober

Dusty Locane – Rollin N Controllin Freestyle Lyrics

Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow
Yeah, y’all know the vibes
It’s that six times ten shit
Neighbors don’t need no favors
Them ends don’t need no friends
Get me? Look (CP did it baby)
Huh, look, look
Listen

I walk in the spot, thirty on me and some chops
All my niggas really rock, roll, control
Shout my ‘Layos, you know how my niggas move
But I ain’t movin’, I’m rollin’ and I’m shootin’
I said, "Baby, it’s crazy," hahahahaha
I be really wit’ them killin’ niggas and them drillin’ niggas and we back
In the Floss, get you offed
I don’t do this too much, I just talk that talk
Gimme talk back too, what’s the word? What y’all wanna do?
Empty out the clip, I’m wit’ the Crips, neighborhood shit
All of my niggas, they on shit, I ain’t gotta be on, bitch
Hol’ on, I be so gone
Call up that boy YJ grippin’ on the tool
He gon’ break the rules, boy, you a fool, you a fool
I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly"
Soso, one call, that boy built for homicide
I am war ready, stay steady, don’t gotta say too much
I was in the pen’ wit’ a couple killer niggas and I stay tooled up
I could get you shot, get you packed up, huh, that’s on the sеt

I ain’t gotta say too much, and I just let that bitch, let that bitch off
Stupid nigga, what you talking for?
I am really in these streets, and I won’t say no more
Hol’ on, shake it, huh, just, I said, "Just shake it"
All this money that I’m makin’, bad bitches and they cakin’
Ass fat, huh, heard that bad bitch was Jamaican
Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol’ on
She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC
Now I gotta lift a nigga up, leave his brother upset
Heard that lil’ nigga tellin’, huh, I’m a felon
But I ain’t even gonna act like I’m playin’ wit’ a nigga, I’ma get em
Rr, I’m nasty, bad bitches and they classy, they ain’t trashy
Ask me, anything you really want
I’ma let em up, I’ma go dumb, huh
I do this shit for fun
Tell ’em niggas, "Check in with me ’cause I keep a gun"
Huh? You can not play, .38, let it spray
That nine milli’, thirty clip, let ’em
This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang
Me and you is not the same, stay in your place
Boy, you a lame, I’ll carry the tool
And I’m still on the Fifth, wit’ an eighth

Woo, woo, woo
Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow

Billie Eilish & Rosalia – Lo Vas A Olvidar Lyrics

[Letra de "Lo Vas A Olvidar"]

[Verso 1: ROSALÍA & Billie Eilish, Ambos]
Dime si me echas de meno' aún
Dime si no me perdonas aún
¿Qué harás con to' este veneno? Na' bueno
Dime si me echas de meno' aún

[Coro: ROSALÍA & Billie Eilish]
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? Can you let it go?
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? ¿Lo va' a olvidar?
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? Can you let it go?
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? ¿Lo va' a olvidar?

[Interludio: ROSALÍA]
Isn't good
And that's it
Ah, besitos, hahaha
Take care, please

[Verso 2: Billie Eilish & ROSALÍA]
Dime que no te arrepientes aún
Dime si aún queda algo en común
El tiempo que se pierde no vuelve
Dame un beso y bájame de la cru'
[Coro: ROSALÍA & Billie Eilish]

¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? Can you let it go?
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? ¿Lo va' a olvidar?
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? Can you let it go?
¿Lo va' a olvidar? Can you let it go? ¿Lo va' a olvidar?

[Puente: ROSALÍA]
Ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ah-ah

[Outro: ROSALÍA & Billie Eilish]
El amor no puede medirse en paso firme
Un día soy un dio' y al otro puedo partirme
I needed to go 'cause I needed to know you don't need me
You reap what you saw, but it seems like you don't even see me
El amor no puede medirse en paso firme
Un día soy un dio' y al otro puedo partirme
You say it to me like it's something I have any choice in
If I wasn't important, then why would you waste all your poison?

Macklemore – Trump’s Over Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hah, hah, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough!)
Fifty grand I get this all in one take, ey
(Turn it up!)

[Part 1]
Now, all you high fiving, MAGA white boys, drinking white claws
Care about your taxes more than human rights sign off
You no mask wearing, big truck driving
Blue lives matter, talking shit about the riots
Double standard once the white folks went and tried it
They're Patriots, no those are terrorists Brian
And all you liberals out there being silent
While black people dying, at the hands of police violence
That care more about animal rights and recycling
And bicycling and the climate and tooth paste with iron
You too are complicit, you too getting brought up
I'll give it to you pro bono, you too are the problem
I'm white there with ya, silence on all us
Comfy in my privilege like should I risk all this?
Yes, and if you think I care to lose you as a fan
Peace out bitch you know exactly where I stand

[Hook]
Trump's over, he lost (he lost)
Social Media kicked him off, he gone (he gone)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange hoe, so long (you're fired)
Trump's over, he lost (he lost)
Social Media kicked him off, he gone (Yeah)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar

Impeach that orange hoe, so long
[Part 2]
It's like Trump is just a symptom, that we ain't free from
Just old white supremacy that he would feed us
We celebrating, but to think a new era's begun
Still half the country feels the same way that he does so
What the f*ck are we gonna do now
Biden my dog, but he's close to getting put down
Surprise, another old white guy in the house
Who's fine, we just hold our breath when he opens his mouth
We thought 2021 was gonna save us
We thought that we were gonna all love our neighbors
We thought covid was over being contagious
Nope, America still armed, dumb and dangerous

[Hook]
Trump's over, he lost (he lost)
Social Media kicked him off, he gone (he gone)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange hoe, so long (you're fired)
Trump's over, he lost (he lost)
Social Media kicked him off, he gone (Yeah)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange hoe, so long (you're fired)

Dad, wait one second
Look, I want you to say the rest of the part and then I say
Donald Trump is gone!
Donald Trump's gone, sick-a-nin-nin town?
Got that voice, now sick-a-nin-nin lime?

Fredo Bang – Low Ridin Lyrics

RIP Ivy Smith
You gone but never forgotten
Imma hold it down
Put this shit on my back
Ya heard me

Low ridin’ on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin’ we go in your pockets
We ain’t with none of that boxin’ I’m bustin’ your noggin
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

I do my own f*ckin’ hit just for sure your loss
Yeah I had to pay the cost just to be a big boss
Head yungin records yeah you know I’m with that sport
Disrespect my brother bang I’m knockin ya off
Pullin’ up hoppin’ out we choppin ’em down
When we hopped out he got down he knownin’ what that’s bout
I’m the reason that he made that paranoid song
I know whats going through his mind that youngin’ back home
Holdin it down for that top you know he ain’t wrong
Disrespect that f*ckin’ top you know that you gone
Gorrilas beaten on they chest tryna beat down your dome
Its like 2 something in the morning he ain’t make it home
Im out late ain’t tryna play I’m getting in your face
Pull up on side em doin’ a 100 we ain’t tryna race
Stop this bitch right on side em and let this bitch spray
Then hit the split ya bitch we had to get away
He say he hit back what he hit the f*ckin’ interstate
Yeah I pull off comfortable and smooth know how to get away
Smile on my face cause we made that p*ssy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then we think about that f*ckin’ K

Low ridin’ on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin’ we go in your pockets
We ain’t with none of that boxin’ I’m bustin’ your noggin’
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

All the opps be talkin’ shit guess I ain’t kill enough
Yeah all the dracos I done bought guess they ain’t feel enough
I copped the rental for my youngins now they fillin’ up
Pull on side the whip and put him down go pick your nigga up
Quick had died my momma creid that shit was funny huh
Niggas was laughin’ like they don’t know how I be comin’ huh
Yeah I just slimed me out a slime that nose was runnin’ huh
He put in a hunnid on a opp he getting that money now
Niggas be talkin’ bout this and that come get your shake back nigga
Before you diss me on a track come get your shake back nigga
How many times I gotta say it get your shake back nigga
I could of did it I’m on my Ivy shit I paid that nigga

Low ridin’ on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We int with none of that talkin’ we go in your pockets
We ain’t with none of that boxin’ I’m bustin’ your noggin’
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

Smile on my face cause we made that p*ssy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then we think about that f*ckin’
Smile on my face, smile smile on my face
Smile on my face when I think about that f*ckin’ K

Metro Marrs – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Woods, light that shit up)
(LeVieux)
I'm So Nonchalant

[Chorus]
I'm so nonchalant
I'm so nonchalant
I keep two of 'em like my two red cups
Oh, on the beat, I OD [?]
Now I gotta keep one on sight, I'm a trophy
You know it's nothing, nonchalant
I drip down in Saint Laurent
You f*cked up, so what you want?

[Verse 1]
Heard she get the chills for it
Know she probably kill for it
Played her like a victim
I'm too up like asteroid
Bitch, I'm in my bag, boy
Duffle full of cash, boy, yeah
Stuff it all in my jeans
Like the brand, bitch, you know I go Supreme
Talking shit, it get turnt to extreme
[?]
Got varieties, like its Pokémon, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm so nonchalant
I'm so nonchalant
I keep two of 'em like my two red cups
Oh, on the beat, I OD [?]
Now I gotta keep one on sight, I'm a trophy

You know it's nothing, nonchalant
I drip down in Saint Laurent
You f*ckеd up, so what you want?

[Verse 2]
Amiri on my ass
I got Fendi on her bag , (whatchu want?)
Like how much it is and how much it cost
Likе f*ck the receipt, I won't take a loss
Ain't no layaway
I tell the opps just stay away, yeah
Talk out they neck and not they mouth
I'm the hardest out the South, yeah (oh, oh, oh,)
It's a new nigga in town
I f*ck your bitch and we don't lounge, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I'm so nonchalant
I'm so nonchalant
I keep two of 'em like my two red cups
Oh, on the beat, I OD [?]
Now I gotta keep one on sight, I'm a trophy
You know it's nothing, nonchalant
I drip down in Saint Laurent
You f*cked up, so what you want?
[Outro]
I'm so nonchalant
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Chip – Lumidee Lyrics (feat. Young Adz & Young M.a)

[Intro: Young Adz & Chip]
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Bikini on my bed, f*ck you in the sand (Fanatix)
p*ssy spectacular (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Chip]
You might end up in the club when you should be at home (Roamin’)
When you sure to settle, but don’t wanna be alone (Tourin’)
I’ve seen bitches come and go, I seen rats come and go
Gyaldem hate when I come becah I cum and then I go (Bussin’ out)
And we ain’t nothin’ like we used to be (Mm-mm)
All them times I was lyin’, she was true to me
I should’ve been with her, but I was doin’ truancy (Listen)
When she caught me, I said, “Uh-oh”, on my Lumidee (Mad ting)
Wonder who you’rе gonna f*ck after me, I’m Big Chip
Every gyal want to walk off from mе (Sheesh)
But I’m not with the cuffin’, you can choose him if you like
But my spirit’s gonna haunt you if you choose him out of spite (Facts)

[Pre-Chorus: Chip]
Three gyal on me from my past, triple X’d in (Woo)
Feel like Vin Diesel, it got me steppin’ out flexin’ (Yeah)
You know how I stay, dawg, big zoobie, phone on plane mode
But I know it’s you I should be textin’

[Chorus: Young Adz & Young M.A.]
Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am
You know deep down you’re in my future plans, uh-huh
Catch me cheatin’ then you’re gonna get a tan
Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh
Got ’em all mad on the ‘Gram about my main thing
She love me for who I am, and that’s the main thing
Bikini on my bed, f*ck you in the sand
And the p*ssy spectacular (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Young M.A.]
She loyal (Uh), do anything for you (Uh)
Spend a bag on designer clothes ’cause she spoil you (Drip)
I be in the trap five times out the week (Uh)
I tell her, “I’ll be back”, she thinkin’ I’m just tryna creep (Nah)
Can’t lie, had a couple baddies in the suite with the guys
Had to tell her, “Baby, they ain’t here for me” (Nah)
Gotta keep it G ’cause she a real one (Real one)
We ain’t got a family, shawty, we can build one (We can build one)
Tell your exes stop playin’, I will kill one (Oh, grrr)
I ain’t on that gangsta shit, but I’m still one (You know)
You know the drip got ’em sick, I’m a ill one (I’m an ill one)
And when I’m off the Hennessy, I don’t feel none (The Henny)
You know I’m rich, and if I’m rich, then you rich, too

And please don’t be a bitch and do the shit that a bitch do (Don’t do that)
I don’t wanna argue, baby, show me what them lips do (Ooh)
You know you come first like the rent due, stop playin’

[Chorus: Young Adz]
Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am
You know deep down you’re in my future plans, uh-huh
Catch me cheatin’ then you’re gonna get a tan
Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh
Got ’em all mad on the ‘Gram about my main thing
She love me for who I am, and that’s the main thing
Bikini on my bed, f*ck you in the sand
And the p*ssy spectacular

[Verse 3: Chip]
Yeah, p*ssy spectacular (Mm)
From the front, on the sides, or the back, you know? (Woah)
Let me bite up your neck like I’m Dracula (Let me)
Might be gone in the morn, but I’ll be back, you know? (Skrr)
Now are you really tryna find another papi? (Huh?)
Now you got me thinking ’bout the nights you called me daddy (Come on)
I ain’t gonna answer, know your exes can’t stand me, but
Even if you’re not with me, I’ll rather see you happy, settle down and have a family, yo (Woo)
Me ah man wan’ nah fight over gyal, but still
You got me thinkin’ ’bout the future, I do’s and I will’s
NSG, options, he won’t, I will
I don’t argue, I go silent, baby, you know time heals (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chip]
Three gyal on me from my past, triple X (Woo)
Feel like Vin Diesel when I step (Dom)
You know how I stay, dawg, big zoobie, phone on plane mode
But it’s really you I wanna text (Check)

[Chorus: Young Adz]
Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am
You know deep down you’re in my future plans, uh-huh
Catch me cheatin’ then you’re gonna get a tan
Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh
Got ’em all mad on the ‘Gram about my main thing
She love me for who I am, and that’s the main thing
Bikini on my bed, f*ck you in the sand
And the p*ssy spectacular

[Outro: Young Adz]
Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am
You know deep down you’re in my future plans, uh-huh
Catch me cheatin’ then you’re gonna get a tan
Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh
Got ’em all mad on the ‘Gram about my main thing
She love me for who I am, and that’s the main thing
Bikini on my bed, f*ck you in the sand
And the p*ssy spectacular

Lilhuddy – 21st Century Vampire Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dark circles under my eyes
No sunlight up in my sky
Can't feel the pain I'm immune

[Chorus]
I don't get tired
I'm a 21st century vampire
21st century vampire
I guess I'm just meant to be sleepin' all day
I don't got no f*cking life
I'm just a 21st century vampire
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm not afraid to die
I'll make your boyfriend cry
I'm howling at the moon

[Chorus]
I don't get tired
I'm a 21st century vampire

21st century vampire
I guess I'm just meant to be sleepin' all day
I don't got no f*cking life
I'm just a 21st century vampire
Yeah, yeah, yеah
[Bridge]
Save your heart for someonе who's got one

[Guitar Solo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I don't get tired
I'm a 21st century vampire
21st century vampire
I guess I'm just meant to be sleepin' all day
I don't got no f*cking life
I'm just a 21st century vampire
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Trztn – Hieroglyphs Lyrics (feat. Karen O)

Hieroglyphs in the dust of the first eclipse
Paradise in the black Abyss
Hieroglyphs

Hieroglyphs in the dust of the first eclipse
Reach around for the perfect script

Hier
Hier
Hieroglyphs

(I don’t want to hear about it)
Hier
Hier
Hier
Hier
Hieroglyphs
Hier
I am high
Hier

Kaleb Austin – Sound Of The South Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got a tattoo on the back of my mind
You burned it there last Saturday night
Had a bed in the bed of my truck moonshine to kill
Made love like rain on red hot steel

[Chorus]
And we're gettin' down all night long
With all of them crickets singin' little love songs
South Georgia wind runnin' over our skin
Had the radio down on low
Listen to the creek rollin' by real slow
And when the sun came around, we were still gettin' down
To the sound of the South (Whoa, whoa, oh)
To the sound of the South (Whoa, whoa, oh)

[Verse 2]
Both high buzzin' like a fire fly
Lightin' up the midnight sky
Had the stars wrappin' us up and all I could hear
Was is the sound of you whispеrin' in my ear

[Chorus]
And gettin' down all night long
With all of them crickеts singin' little love songs
South Georgia wind runnin' over our skin

Had the radio down on low
Listen to the creek rollin' by real slow
And when the sun came around, we were still gettin' down
To the sound of the South (Whoa, whoa, oh)
To the sound of the South (Whoa, whoa, oh)
[Bridge]
Gettin' down, down, down
To the sound, sound, sound
Gettin' down, down, down
To the sound, sound, sound
Gettin' down, down, down
To the sound, sound, sound
Gettin' down, down, down
To the… sound

[Chorus]
Gettin' down all night long
All of them crickets singin' little love songs
South Georgia wind runnin' over our skin
Had the radio down on low
Listen to the creek rollin' by real slow
And when the sun came around, we were still gettin' down
Yeah
When that sun came around, we were still gettin' down
To the sound of the South
(Whoa, whoa, oh)
The sound of the South
(Whoa, whoa, oh)