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Lance Skiiiwalker – Where To With You

Awwwwwwww"
[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
You make me want to share life’s point of view
Forever, with you
Something I’m (?)
Forever with you, I do
I’m fighting when we spending long time away
Forever with you
You drop here right when I just want you to
Forever with you
For you
I do
[Verse 1: Lance Skiiiwalker]
It’s physical you touch this one
This miracle a road and one
Reach in my corner pocket (I got cash)
The corner store
Then we drive as the day goes
Crack the window, let the smoke blow
Fill up the gas we stockin’
[?]
Then we drive as the day goes
Smoke a little, let the smoke blow
[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
You make me want to share life’s point of view
Forever, with you
Something I’m (?)
Forever with you, I do
I’m fighting when we spending long time away
Forever with you
You drop here right when I just want you to
Forever with you
For you
I do
[Verse 2: Lance Skiiiwalker]
Fill up the gas we stockin’
[?]
Then we drive as the day goes
Crack the window, let the smoke blow
Reach in my corner pocket
And roll up another smoke
While we drive as the day goes
Smoke a little let the stress go [Part 1]
[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
So where do I go
To keep my face being shown
Enjoy my space from this world
Invest my hours at home
[Verse 1: Lance Skiiiwalker]
He’s just a runaway
Like mentally
I seek my truth with inside
No need for me, hang out in (?)
With this industry
I got myself to confide
[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
So where do I go
To keep my face being shown
Enjoy my space from this world
Invest my hours at home
[Part 2]
[Skit]
"I’ve missed you Mary"
"Who me?

Don Q – 100 Mil (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Hook:Don Q]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 1: Don Q]
I cannot fuck with you internet hoes, you way too messy now
I cannot fuck with you regular hoes, I’m way too picky now
I’m signing my name on her titties
I’m back stage next to Diddy now
With a semi that’s known to defend me
Cause they wanna end me and send me down
I came in the game with all heat
Next tape going all street
In BK like 4 deep
Them bitches been showing me groupie love all week
Three lines help me sleep fine, ride shotgun then I recline
Money coming and I need mine
They gon air the block & then rewind… like WAIT
Lil boys should be ashamed
Ashes falling on the mains’
Remember starving on the train
Now I’m drinking Barney on a plane
Beware of the dealer , car full of paraphernalia
I pray to the man in the mirror
I am a god, I can’t be scared of these niggas
I shook the hands of a killer
Niggas silly they just rap hard
Treat the gifty like a black card
Treat this city like my backyard
Tried to hit me with a crack charge
It’s a product cause they criticize it
But they go home and then they memorize it
Hit the road I had to enterprise it
One goal I need a hundred thousand

[Hook x2]
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase
[Verse 2: Don Q]
I tell you my zone real
I got homies comin home still
Got young niggas letting chrome peel
And they’ll kill a nigga for his phone bill
Niggas is praying I die sooner
But I’m still in tune with the pie movers
Dealing weight since they was high schoolers
On the interstate tryna dodge troopers
I pray for a lick, it finally came
I’m thankin the trap lord
He got my jewelry on Jack Frost
I’m just securing the bag more
Look … the students is copping it
I’m bringing them pills on a college trip
Ice on my neck Ima show it off
It’s a waterfall when the collar drip
I’m from a block where they powder pitch
But outta town really got em’ rich
Got some shit on my shopping list
Ima go cop it right when I deposit it
Louis Vuitton, I’m truly the Don
They give me champagne when I step in it
I’m buying what’s left in it
They calling me back with a next shipment
I go to the club with bottles and ones and I leave a mess in it
I see what these bitches’ll do for a dollar and I got obsessed with it
I pop me a perc and I jump in that pussy
She think I’m possessed in it
I’m right out the door the next minute
I’m back on the road I got checks pending
[Hook x2]
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

Don Q – #Freeda9 (feat. Rowdy Rebel) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

I Christian Dior it
She was just under my pics and he saw it
Then he went tryna report it
Gotta watch who you trust nigga
Nowadays it’ll be the close ones
Shit changed when the folks come
They gone tell em all about your coke run
Pay attention, gotta see the signs
Gotta read in between the lines
Certain things you gotta keep in mind
Real nigga, free the 9

[Interlude: Don Q]
Yeah, came in from nothing nigga
I know how it feel to take loses
Put your niggas in position to make bosses
I took over the streets single-handedly nigga
You gotta respect that
I put my hood on my back first nigga
Yeah, free GS9 nigga
Free all my niggas locked down
I ain’t forget about none of y’all, gang Everyday with a Glock ’cause them niggas was killing
But I was commited
To all of my niggas so yeah I was with it
I was strapped with a glizzy
I mean strapped with a glizzy, looking for niggas
If I see him, I swish ’em
I’ll let Cueno go get em ’cause Cueno so with it
If he move, we blitz it
He ‘gon end up missing
My niggas so different
Better mind your business
Don’t start no shit, if you ain’t ‘gon finish
Bet it hurt your feelings
‘Cause the day you lack, my niggas is killing
When I get that million
Take care of the killers, the hood and the children

[Bridge: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this shit for the ghetto nigga
For my block, for my hood, for my gang, for my niggas, for all my fallen soldiers
RIP all my felons, free the felons
I do it for the real
GS9, we too 9
Ain’t no chill button
I come from the 9 hoe
[Verse 3: Don Q]
I’m the crack when the coke cook
I’m the dope that the boat pushed
Google me nigga, just go look
Who are these niggas? To the top we go, to the top of the ceiling
What about them buildings
No heat, no water, no toilet to shit in
So now when I get it, with me and my brother
Nigga we shitting
Kemar got a prison
Build pops a home, just to go chill in
What about my living? [Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
2014 Nigga my life done changed
Look at my city nigga, that shit on flames
Big up to Brooklyn nigga like shotta days
But everyday I’m with my ICM, sapase
Used to ride on them niggas block everyday
Tryna go rock, niggas tryna rock me
But how you gon’ stop a nigga that ain’t like me? They so shooked
I got a bag, I pile up the stash of hundreds
That shit about 4 foot
Nigga that’s a C-note book
My chain hot, Kilo look
Just say a prayer if you care for me
‘Cause I remember who was there for me
I’m famous so I move carefully
I’m taking drugs for the therapy
It’s only one
It’s not a pair in me
I don’t know why they comparing me
I am the one
Look how they staring me
Wishing that they can get near to me
I keep a gun
It ain’t no fear in me
Nigga this must be a parody
My chain is a ton
All of this clarity
Raising my funds like a charity
My dog on the run
It is not fair to me
He said them folks tryna bury me
He just had a son but apparently
We never speak on the phone cause they hearing me
It’s clear to me
That I’m the nigga that the streets praise
Catch a charge then I leave state
I got killers waiting on release dates
Put in work nigga each day
And it’s overnight
I don’t sleep late
I’m in the alley with the free base
For the niggas tryna get they weed laced
Philippé plates when I eat steak
Remember I couldn’t afford it
The rent due and we couldn’t ignore it
Furniture put in the storage
I throw your bitch in the whip and I floor it
Shades? We still in cocky, get it with the posse
Calmly, shitting with the army
Tryna get in touch with my mommy
Just to see her sons living properly
I tell her, "me and Fetti good", thanks to Poplottie
No more bandos or public lobbies
It’s big house, big couch with a balcony
And I bet them hating niggas still doubting me
Shout out to Meek Milly, real OGs always look out for me
[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Do you see my vision?

Don Q – Oh You The Plug (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride? [Intro]
Yeah, yeah, plug
Yeah, yeah, kill ’em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what? When I ace up the light, it be goin’ off
I’m livin’ life, I ain’t showin’ off
I’m crusin’ dolos and he think I’m lackin’
But the shooters behind me can throw him off
These niggas I trusted
Hit movers so different so I started makin’ adjustments
Choppers all over the crib
This for the niggas just waitin’ to rush it
It is no tellin’ or what
You can get murdered for makin’ assumptions
I fell in love with the rush
I put a Perc’ in the eight and I crushed it
I’m a fast addict
I gotta go get the bag habit
I keep them stacks stackin’
You at home prayin’ your stash lastin’
And I can really go see the man
Take a trip and gon’ leave with grams
Come back home with a trap phone
And the kill 10 on the Peter Pan

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what? Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I keep a shooter
They think I’m paranoid
I’m all alone and I’m high off these meds
And I think I’m hearin’ noises
I tripped off the lean, I’m back on the Henny
And I’m at it again
I bag up the Benz, I’m down on my pills
I’m back on them 10s
Lemme take ’em to the dark side
Bustin’ sales by the park slide
You see friends on the deep end
Just know you swimmin’ where the sharks ride
Same hoes wouldn’t look
They comment under my picture with heart eyes
I leap in the ‘rari with frog eyes
Press the button then the doors rise
My caliber different
I’m freakin’ in Neimans, they thought that I had an addiction
This clarity hittin’
The faster the cars, the badder the women
I’m not a regular nigga
I kick bitches out just like a defense
I put some bread on a nigga
Send him to God and askin’ forgiveness
I am ahead of you niggas
I know that you plannin’ on catchin’ me slippin’
I post by the store, they had my description
Note on the door, I had the eviction
Back seat of the Rolls parked
That’s where swear nigga, he ain’t ghost talk
Cold heart and it’s so dark
Get your wife, took around those parts

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what? Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back? I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what? Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Pay your lawyer just to beat the charges
Did a lot and I believe in karma
Eyes open, I can see the plotters
Supply the dealers and I feed the robbers
Read hatred from your body language
And it speakin’ so fluently
Two blocks like it’s two of me
I ain’t givin’ out opportunities
We packed Tonys in the lot
We hit the club through the back ’cause it’s protocol
Jack boys in the spot
You can’t get in with the strap, what you goin’ for? I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what? Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride? Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back? Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride? I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?

Don Q – 2 Perks (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Don
Bitch! [Verse 1]
I pop two perks, now i’m feelin it
All of my cups got a pill in it
Book me at shows, just make sure you got all my money before I go enter it
Look at the way I presented it
You took my style, I invented it
Yea I need that back, I was renting it
Yea I need that back, I was renting it
I need my bitches to suck me real sloppy, and wet right before I get in the whip
Free all my niggas that locked doing they cases, I know what they did but they innocent
I got the key to the city, my nigga be happy if I let you live in it
Remember my pockets had lint in it, now all my pockets got ten in it
Rarri or Lambo, I might be bent in it
High off the muddy, you know I be bent in it
Rolling up G,G,G you smell the scent in it
Window down when I winning it (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Different jewelry I can chain switch
This the cool table where you can’t sit
For the right price get your man hit
Know that money coming when yo hand itch

Turnover – Bonnie (Rythm & Melody) (Good Nature Album)

[Verse 1]
You know I can over analyze
Things when I don’t need to
And you always remind me
That it doesn’t have to be like this
But it’s a lot to take
When every day there’s new distractions
It doesn’t have to feel like this
You know I’m tired of saying what I think I need to say
And even though you aren’t always sweet
You are all that’s sweet at all to me
[Chorus]
I got a little bit tired of spending all morning
Really wishing that I was still sleeping
But you and me being each other
Feels like it’s all I ever needed
Now all I can hear is rhythm and melody in my ears
It sounds like it feels
All the time now I’m balancing perfectly
In between awake and a dream
[Verse 2]
Subtly moving around my eyes
The electricity traveling up my spine
Now there’s a heat in my chest and ringing in my ears
I can’t explain this new sensation
It kind of feels like falling
But what’s underneath me’s soft as velvet and I’m fading
Into the expanding of my chest
Moving with the rhythm of my breath

[Chorus]
I got a little bit tired of spending all morning
Really wishing that I was still sleeping
But you and me being each other
Feels like it’s all I ever needed
Now all I can hear is rhythm and melody in my ears
It sounds like it feels
All the time now I’m balancing perfectly
In between awake and a dream
[Bridge]
Doesn’t have to be like this
But it’s a lot to take
When every day there’s new distractions
It kind of feels like falling
But what’s underneath me’s soft as velvet and I’m fading
[Chorus]
I got a little bit tired of spending all morning
Really wishing that I was still sleeping
But you and me being each other
Feels like it’s all I ever needed
Now all I can hear is rhythm and melody in my ears
It sounds like it feels
All the time now I’m balancing perfectly
In between awake and a dream

Emanuela – Без Чувства

Дa нe мoжeш бeз мeн дa си щaстлив. Зa други зaбрaнeнa. Дa нe си прoстиш глупoсттa, aкo изнeвeриш! Дa нe мoжeш бeз мeн дa си щaстлив. Щрaк! Щe тe имaм пaк. Кaктo всички щe гoриш. Eй тaкa дa знaм живoтът, чe e спрaвeдлив. Искaм прeд врaтaтa ми дa спиш. Всичкитe цвeтя дa ми пoдaриш. Дa мe зaпoмнят, ги бeлязвaм. В тeб кълни сe, чe нa мeн държиш. Зa мeн нe сe мисли, a мeчтae. Сeгa oпрaвяй сe със любoвтa ми –
лудa, дивa, xич нe e рeвнивa,
сaмo ги убивa. Виж, тoвa ми e фeтиш. Всичкитe цвeтя дa ми пoдaриш. Слeд мeнe и пoтoп! Дa мe зaпoмнят, ги бeлязвax. Щрaк! Съжaлил и пил, "твoй съм" дa крeщиш! Тoвa ми бeшe кaтo нaслeдствo. Eй тaкa дa знaм живoтът, чe e спрaвeдлив. Тoвa ми бeшe кaтo нaслeдствo –
дa нe вярвaм в любoвтa! С милиoн дa спиш! Прoстo пoжeлaвaм ти
С милиoн дa спиш! Искaм прeд врaтaтa ми дa спиш. Слeд мeнe и пoтoп! Съжaлил и пил, "твoй съм" дa крeщиш! В тeб кълни сe, чe нa мeн държиш. Кaктo всички щe гoриш. Щe тe имaм пaк. Дa нe си прoстиш глупoсттa, aкo изнeвeриш! В мъжe нe вярвaм и ги рaнявaм. Излъгa мe – бeз чувствa oбeщa ми. Виж, тoвa ми e фeтиш. В мъжe нe вярвax и ги рaнявax. Кaквoтo прaвя в мислитe, лъжa e. Кaтo сняг крaсивa, нo студeнa.

Raina – Сафари

Тaзи вeчeр нe e пaрти, a сaфaри
Лoв зa мъжки уникaлни eкзeмпляри
Oт цeлувкитe ми кoй щe сe oпaри
Eй, eй, ти ли тoвa? Рядкo дoпускaш нeщo дa чувствaш
Дaй ми минутa
В тeбe aкo сeднa, щe ти ъпгрeйднa
Сaмo зa eднa минутa
Рядкo дoпускaш нeщo дa чувствaш
Дaй ми минутa
В тeбe aкo сeднa, щe ти ъпгрeйднa
Сaмo зa eднa минутa вeчeртa
/x2/
Искaм сeкстрeмнo, нeщo нeзeмнo
Зa пълнoлeтни
С тeбe сeксeстрeмнo, всичкo нeрeднo
В нoщитe лeтни
Нe, нe, нe зa думи пoлзвaй си устaтa
Гoвoри ми нa eзикa нa тeлaтa
Нaпрaви дa си зaбрaвя имeнaтa
Eй, eй, мoжeш ли тoвa? Eй, eй, ти ли тoвa? /x2/
Рядкo дoпускaш нeщo дa чувствaш
Дaй ми минутa
В тeбe aкo сeднa, щe ти ъпгрeйднa
Сaмo зa eднa минутa вeчeртa
/x2/
Искaм сeкстрeмнo, нeщo нeзeмнo
Зa пълнoлeтни
С тeбe сeксeстрeмнo, всичкo нeрeднo
В нoщитe лeтни
Двa брoя устни, пoмисли вкусни
Вкусни, нo мръсни
Псиxo щe стaнeш, aкo oстaнeш
Нo щe си ми блaгoдaрeн слeд тoвa
/x2/
Искaм сeкстрeмнo, нeщo нeзeмнo
Зa пълнoлeтни
С тeбe сeксeстрeмнo, всичкo нeрeднo
В нoщитe лeтни
В нoщитe лeтни
Нoщитe лeтни Eй, eй, мoжeш ли тoвa, бeйбe? Eй, eй, ти ли тoвa? Eй, eй, мoжeш ли тoвa? Eй, eй, ти ли тoвa, бeйбe? Eй, eй, ти ли тoвa? Eй, eй, мoжeш ли тoвa?

Dreamcatcher – Good Night (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

Hey 달빛이 구름에
가려지는 시간 (Like devil comes)
널 지켜보고 있어
Wait 숨을 죽인 채
잠드는 때를 노려 (Like devil comes)
자 시간이 됐어
오늘 이 밤이
지나가지 못하게 할 거야
(째깍째깍 시계를 멈춰)
I don’t wanna tik tok
Oh baby
Run, run, run it 멀어지게
Run, run, run it 보이지 않는 곳에
벗어날 수 없을 걸
더 발버둥 쳐도 Oh
끝없이 반복되는 악몽 속에서
이대로 갇혀 있어줘 영원히
나만을 위한 인형처럼
Baby good night
Baby good night
난 변함없이 꿈을 지휘하겠지
손 하나 까딱 없이도 충분히
넌 땀에 흠뻑 젖어
깨지 못할 텐데
말해봐 (Wake me now)
더 빌어봐 (Scary night)
너를 위해 시작된 놀이
멈출 수는 없어
지금 이 밤이
지나가지 못하게 할 거야
(째깍째깍 시계를 멈춰)
I don’t wanna tik tok
Oh baby
Run, run, run it 멀어지게
Run, run, run it 보이지 않는 곳에
벗어날 수 없을 걸
더 발버둥 쳐도 Oh
끝없이 반복되는 악몽 속에서
이대로 갇혀 있어줘 영원히
나만을 위한 인형처럼
Baby good night
자꾸 날 시험하지 마
불쌍한 표정 따윈 No no no
너를 위해 만든 시간 속인 걸
더 이상 떠나갈 생각은 하지 마
Oh baby
Welcome to my dream world
Come, come, come in 나만 바라보게
벗어날 수 없어 넌
내 손 안에 있어 Oh
끝없이 반복되는 악몽 속에서
이대로 갇혀 있어줘 영원히
나만을 위한 인형처럼
Baby good night
Baby good night

LCD Soundsystem – Tonite

Oh I’m a reminder
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
Set to parry the cocksure of men’s sick filth
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
Every lover favors the same things
It’s all "touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight"
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
And luck is always better than skill at things
We’re flying blind
Oh good gracious
I sound like my mom
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
You’ve lost your internet and we’ve lost our memory
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
‘Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
And reasonable people know better than you
That cost in the long run but they don’t know the short game
And terrible people know better than you
They’re used and abused of the once so dear listener
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
You’re missing a party that you’ll never get over
You hate the idea that you’re wasting your youth
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
But that’s all lies
That’s all lies

It’s gonna have to be good enough, I can’t do this anymore, my brain won’t work We’re all wild
Except for you
And you know who you are
This is a love song
And you’re getting older
I promise you this; you’re getting older
And there’s improvements unless
You’re such a winner
That the future’s a nightmare
And there’s nothing I can do
Nothing anyone can do about this

And oh, I’m offering you a chance to get even
But oh, you know very well the dialect of negation
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
But that’s not right
And you’re too sharp to be used
Or you’re too shocked from being used
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Raffling off limited edition shoes
And what’s it you do again? Everybody’s singing the same song
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight"
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
But truth be told we all have the same end
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
But I’m telling you
This is the best news you’re getting all week
Oh sure it’s ruling the airwaves
What remains of the airwaves
And we’re frankly thankful for the market psychology you’re hipping us to
And all the hits are saying the same thing
There’s only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
And life is finite
But shit, it feels like forever
It feels like forever
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?

Don Q – Corner Stories (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

I appreciate… For me, as a journalist
There’s no better time for an artist. the… It’s there in Corner Stories. This is most exciting time
As an artist. So I’m just happy to be a part of it
Don Q: Yeah man. Cole, The Come Up
Does this feel like one of those for you? [Intro]
(D-Lo on the beat)
Yeah
Don
Corner stories nigga
Takin’ niggas to the corner for real nigga
For real, for real
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa
[Verse]
I pull up on bitches that fronted when we ain’t had nothin’
My nigga we came here from nothin’
Niggas just makin’ assumptions
We faithfully pumpin’
I woke up and shaved me an onion
I put my hood on the map
They talkin’ that talk
But they ain’t put they foot in the trap
I put down that pack
Man, I couldn’t relax
Perfected my craft
Now look where I’m at
I’m not forgettin’ it
Pourin’ and sippin’ it
Me and you, we not equivalent
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m [?] it
Water I’m drippin’ it
Avianne got me drenched in it
Yeah
I’m Perk poppin’, Louis shirt rockin
The work pop, I take her purse shoppin’
I put Céline on my main bitch
Channel for my second and third options
I’m frontin’ in Fendi
I’m back off the bubble
Them racks in the duffle
I keep it stuffed
My neighbors is bitchin’
I’m plannin’ on buyin’ a crib
On a lake when the lease is up
The money callin’ and I keep in touch
If it ain’t blind you
You ain’t see enough
I’m callin’ Jordan when I’m re-in’ up
I got a shipment comin’ if my [sneakers scuffed]
They know me for pourin’ two liters up
Straight out the bottle
You know I don’t need a cup
10,000 to brighten the pinkie up
I could’a put that on a Kia truck
I’d rather stack it till I’m in the Aston
With the system blastin’ while I’m whippin’ past ’em
Woods burnin’ like I’m in the cabin
Expensive fashion when the pictures snappin’
I go to Atlanta I’m hittin’ them firest bitches
Give Xans and them Mollies to biches
Percs and the Roxies we fuck on a lot of prescriptions
‘Cause you treat ’em like Hollywood bitches
Slide in your DM, but I don’t be followin’ bitches
I just had to block a few bitches
See ’em in public I’m duckin’ and dodgin’
I can’t even say I acknowledge you bitches
Whoa

[Interview]
[?] :Yeah man, Don
You know, I.. I.. I’m happy to have you a part of it man
[?]: My man though! These are always my favorite interviews because it’s like…
Don Q: These are special moments right here
[?]: Yeah, you got that glow man, definitely, the.. Don Q: Corner Stories I think… it’s gonna cement it man. [Interview]
[?] :There’s certain tapes that really take shit to another level for an artist
With 50 it was 50 Cent was the Future
When it was Wiz Khalifa it was Kush & Orange Juice
You know, Drake it was obviously So Far Gone
J.

Don Q – Young Veterans (feat. Loso Loaded) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Back and forth cross state lines
And I’m ducking the troopers and K-9’s
I’ma whip the coupe like I’m James Bond
And I’m getting head at the same time
Popping bottles with the athletes
You can ask John Wall ’bout us nigga
Thumbing through it with the doors locked
Don’t interrupt me while I’m counting, nigga
I was in the trenches when they found a nigga
Now a nigga kitchen got a fountain, nigga
Yeah, we 5 deep when we hit the club
With a big 40 for the bouncer, nigga
I’m a different breed
All these hoes getting picked in threes
I’ma fuck em all before they get to leave
And its Christmas Eve when I lift the sleeve
I took a dose and I’m nodding off it
I’m high as fuck before the party started
She said the molly make her party harder
I took the ‘Rari and I Mardi Gras’d it
I ain’t lookin’ for a bitch to sponsor
I’m on a mission, I got shit to conquer
Too old for the costumes
So for Halloween, I was a Fendi monster
I bend the corner like I’m in the Tonka
And I’m gripping armor
‘Cause them niggas on us
And its in my blood, I got a pimp persona
You can hit the store, I just hit the owner (Yeah yeah!)
I’m just rollin’ on half a star
Same color as an avatar
Leaning, twisting up my last cigar
Speeding, praying I don’t crash the car

[Hook: Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty
Wake up right next to the semi
Loso Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from
Keep your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama calling me the one
I ain’t running outta funds
I’ma get the paper, stack it on you bums
[Verse 2: Don Q]
Two thou for the shoes now
That’s too much sauce
Gotta keep the tools ’round
When we move ’round
Can’t do no loss
I do it for all of my niggas that’s dead
And all of my goons up north
Percocets gettin’ chewed up
I got 2 cups and my jewels on frost
She call me Chubby Don
I walk in the house, she got nothing on
‘Bout to drown my neck out in Aviani
Next check, I’ma comeback and flood the arm
Niggas coming with their sob stories
Like "Don do you got a job for me?"
Man, coming up this shit was hard for me
Now they talking thousands when they call for me
I’m not impressed by your fit
I just checked out of fifth
And they asked what the shoes cost
I put Chanel on my bitch
And that’s red on her kick
Yea I’m speaking that Loub’ talk
We was running through the block working
Nigga I can, I can make the pot twerk
You can’t walk in the bando, bitch knock first
Keep a stash in the floor if the cops search

[Hook: Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty
Wake up right next to the semi
Loso Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from
Keep your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama calling me the one
I ain’t running outta funds
I’ma get the paper, stack it on you bums
Codeine my medicine
I get on that lean, pop a percocet
Oh yeah, I’m just striving for excellence
Young veterans stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up presidents

Don Q – I Told You (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Bridge: Don Q]
You shoulda just listen, I told you
You left me on scene when I wrote you
Bitch you gon’ make me expose you
Don’t front on a nigga that know you
You doubted me from the beginning, so I had to really go get it and show you
It’s deeper than music, you really didn’t think I would do it back when I was local
[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
Look at your face now you regret it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I know you hated how I never sweated you
I came up in a second
Jumpman on me they couldn’t check ’em
Hypeman on the stage with the weapon
100 thousand worth of Louie and credit
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I got a bunch of diamonds on my necklace
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be with me just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained upI choose bitches
I get them and pile ’em up

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
All my niggas want the same shit
That’s what they who I came with
If I tell you how my day went, your probably change who you hang with
I like money conversations, nothing else really makes sense
I like money conversations, let’s go and rob a bank then
Let’s go and rob a bank, my money no limit I might go and buy a tank
Hop out in designer minks, my pinky ring went bigger than Shabba Ranks
All of the dirt we was doin’, the work we was movin’
Like what would my mama think
If she had seen all that left over residue stuck on the plate that’s behind the safe
Now I give a fuck what your honor think
I walk in the court with a pint of drank
To pay your ticket on some petty shit
250 in cash on some Fetty shit
Now where was you when I had hunger pain’s
Because of fame or love has changed
I’m twisted, I’m sippin’ on muddy rain
Got me takin’ any drugs to numb the pain
[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
Look at your face now you regret it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I know you hated how I never sweated you
I came up in a second
Jumpman on me they couldn’t check ’em
Hypeman on the stage with the weapon
100 thousand worth of Louie and credit
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I got a bunch of diamonds on my necklace
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be when was just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained up
I choose bitches I get them and pile ’em up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Can’t waste no time with these hoes nowadays
‘Cause they always comin’ with they hand out
I asked for the number, you curve me
But the bitch was quick to give her ‘Gram out
But you come to my section you drinkin’ my bottles and you was quick to pull your cam’ out
That’s why I’m quick to pull a Lamb out
Got ’em full, full of me ’cause I stand out
If it get cold it’s aight
You could get low and switch course on a flight, yeah, yeah
You turn a hoe into a wife, yeah, I turn away to a hoe for a night, yeah
Lil’ niggas got me started up, I promise they ain’t goin’ hard enough
You gon’ let me go load the Carbon up, these bullet holes in the party bus
Private jet me, I’m chartered up, choppas on me boy I’m Harley’d up
Couple thousands boy you hardly up, I could spend that when I go and hit Barney’s up
It takes a risk just to pay the rent, I could pay the stripper and then make it flip
Take a trip with no 8%, in my latest whip making haters sick
I jump in the Wraith and I make a wish, they squintin’ they eyes when I wave the wrist
My chain, and my ring, and my bracelet, so there ain’t no need for the flash when I take a pic
30 thousand keep the collar froze, gotta stay away from outta pocket hoes
They watchin’ and plottin’ on your pot of gold, I can’t even knock ’em, I know how it go
[Bridge: Don Q]
You shoulda just listen, I told you
You left me on seen when I wrote you
Bitch you gon’ make me expose you
Went from the nigga that know you
You doubted me from the beginning, so I had to really go get it and show you
It’s deeper than music, you really didn’t think I would do it back when I was local

[Hook 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be when was just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained up
I choose the bitches, I get them and pile ’em up
[Outro: Don Q]
You shoulda just listened, I told you

Don Q – Protect Ur Patek (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

And before we was sharing a plate? [Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that
[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah
[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now? [Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity
[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders
[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

Don Q – Don Vito (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

Don’t be tryna bargain with me, just respect it
I tell bitches if you wanna party with me, just get naked
I ain’t got no time for leeching groupie bitches in my section
Fuck her two or three times then I turn her to a runner
You ain’t tryna help me play up in the field, I gotta punt her
I’m a get it type of nigga, keep a mindset of a hustler
Told her 19 that we made it, they still looking at them numbers
Wide body what I’m floating in, Louis Vuitton loafers in
No tints so they know it’s him, how ’bout taking your hoe again
Yeah, we throwing funeral parties and I’m promoting it
I just boiled the water and let the coke soak in it
I be heavy weeded, barely leather seated
And I’m Fendi head to feeted
I’m the one they kept a secret
Niggas telling him I’ve seen it
From felons to misdemeanors
Your homie is the reason they sending you that subpoena
Yeah, you tryna hold it in but how the fuck how you suposed to win
If they take the DA word, they gon’ give you over ten
First, you find her to close to kin
Then you put a hole in him
Execution style, I bet she never go to court again [Intro]
Yeah
You know what it is nigga, Highbridge shit
Bitch they called me Don Vito
[Verse 1]
They call me Hollywood, I ain’t really with the gimmicks
Yeah, I’m 100 ’til they end me
.38 ain’t say a word but they hit them with a sentence
Damn, I’m just praying they appeal ’em
I get it from the designer, you ain’t finding what I’m wearing
My lil’ bitch don’t play with cheques and she FaceTime me when it’s clearing
Motherfucker, all aside I’ma yell it to ’til they hear it
When we catch them we gon’ air them
Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no sparing
Hol’ up nigga, hol’ up, hol’ up, now wait a minute
You want me at the club you gotta pay for my appearance
You wanna say what’s up, well take a picture, nigga stop the staring
Homie, please don’t make me nervous we ain’t peeking with the [?]
Rose bottles, we just pass them to the thotties, let them share it
She said she like the Highbridge piece, she wanna fuck me while I wear it
I’ve got diamonds dripping off me, watch your step when you come near it
I’ma leave the club with two and then pull off in the McLaren
Don Vito, bitch
[Bridge]
They call me Don Vito, they call me Don Vito
They call me Don Vito, bitch

[Verse 2]
For the record, it’s a half a key to get me on the record
You ain’t got it?

Don Q – Chasing These Bands (feat. Pnb Rock & Fabolous) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Philly, NY
[Hook: PnB Rock]
Yeah, fuck you, I don’t need new friends
Just me and my gang ’til the end
No I’m not chasing no trends
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
Catch me a lick on the scam
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
I’m too busy chasing these bands

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Hit the bank and take cash out it
I don’t come if I can’t get stacks out it
I used to hustle out of trap houses
Now we live good and just rap ’bout it
Like a Nascar, when I’m back out it
I drop the top and I take the back out it
We never fight over hoes, no
We fuck ’em pass’ em then we laugh ’bout it
Wait, they try to come for the king, nigga the fuck do you mean? [Hook: PnB Rock]
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends (yeah!)
Just me and my gang ’til the end (yeah!)
No I’m not chasing no trends (yeah!)
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb (yeah!)
Catch me a lick on the scam
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb (yeah!)
I’m too busy chasing these bands (yeah!) I be with the demons
I whip the beamer where I’m sippin’ steam
And all these diamonds make me feel conceited
If I tuck my chain, bet you still could see it
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: PnB Rock]
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
Just me and my gang ’til the end
No I’m not chasing no trends
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
Catch me a lick on the scam
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
I’m too busy chasing these bands

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Bounty hunter for the bands
I found another hundred bands (got it)
I might of lost of couple friends (fuck it)
But I found a bunch of rubber bands (yup)
I see you haters throwing jabs
I’m counting punches with the bands
I caught the wave for the money
Cowabunga with the bands
Oh, oh, count the money while I dance
Bust it, bust it, now she my number one fan
I found her thumbing through the ‘gram
Now we stuntin’ in the Lamb
The pound underneath the pan
Sound like thunder with it blams
Don’t make me go Westbrook
You got zero on me like Westbrook
All three of y’all is a dub now
That’s a triple double like Westbrook
That mean mug you rockin really just a I’m broke and I’m stressed look
I leveled up so my ice grill is just how the Rolex look
Let’s get it! [Intro: Don Q & PnB Rock]
Don
Yeah
PnB wusgood? Fell asleep soakin’ a bean and this stupid bitch drunk all my lean
Hundred bitches for a sleepover
Codeine soda, top lean over
Nigga, I just can’t sleep sober
Ten pints before the week over
Like damn, new niggas they was never around
I know that papa will be very proud
Smoking cigars with Kevin Liles
Fuck is you niggas gon’ tell me now?

Don Q – Chosen One (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy
[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one
[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one
[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)
[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one
[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

Without you – Embody feat. Jack Hawitt lyrics

When I feel love, I know it’s true
I know I won’t survive without youuu. Yeah, no nothing can be worse than
The shelter pulled right underneath your feet
So I know why you don’t want that
But I was young, so let the past be. Embody lyrics
Video you Lyrics Embody – Without you
Nothing’s ever perfect
And I would know ’cause I’m the one to blame
Let’s just take a moment
‘Cause I don’t want this to cause a pain.(without you)
I can’t take you back
No I can’t, no I can’t
My hands are tied
Is this the end? I can’t take you back
No I can’t, no I can’t
Versuri-lyrics.info
My hands are tied
Is this the end? When I feel love, I know it’s true
I know I won’t survive without you.

Komm in meine hood rein – Eko Fresh songtexte

Bei ihm läuft auch, aber leider nur die Chemo
Ihr verehrt Scarface wegen dem Kokain
Ich feier’ ihn, er riskierte sein Leben, denn er war kinderlieb
Mein Ziel ist Paradies, lass mal dein Beef-Mief
Du redest viel, aber bist nicht der schießt. Dann komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine Hood rein
Wo der Tod hier geweiht ist, hier sind manche Großmütter dreißig
Fast jeder wird gesucht, irgendwo Polizeilicht
Und dem Sohn ist es peinlich, weil die Wohnung zu klein ist
Wenn er Homies vorbei bringt, hat er kein Selbstbewusstsein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine Hood rein
Wo du ohne Ballermann nicht raus gehst, für manche ist Alkohol der Ausweg
Wo du deiner Mama etwas Para auf die Couch legst
Aber auch schämst, weil du nur von Harām in dem Bauch lebst. Immer, wenn es regnet, muss ich daran denken
Wie wir uns begegnet sind, ich kann es nicht vergessen
Und dann stand er da und sah mich an
Ich sagte, .. Eingesperrt in ‘nem Kasten aus Beton
Wir sind, wie wir sind – das habt ihr jetzt davon
Weißt du jetzt, wir greifen nach dem schnellen Geld
Denn wir sind gebor’n in einer kriminellen Welt
Hier wirst du immer unter Druck sein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, ahhh. Eko Fresh songtexte
Video rein Bringt Heroinkoffer zu Käufer
.., hoppala, Luzifer
Headshot, oh-oh, Gringo – Devilmörder
Null-drei-null, John Wick, .. Doch eine Mutter interessiert sich nicht für Para
Also Kul charra, ich bin wie Magic, du ein Fredo
Wir sind auf Loyale-Trip und ihr auf Ego
[Üff?] läuft, du stapelst dein Geld wie Lego? Weißt du jetzt, warum wir dicke Autos fahr’n
Und wir keine Zeit haben, für ein Haus zu spar’n? Eingesperrt in ‘nem Kasten aus Beton
Wir sind, wie wir sind – das habt ihr jetzt davon
Weißt du jetzt, wir greifen nach dem schnellen Geld
Denn wir sind gebor’n in einer kriminellen Welt
Hier wirst du immer unter Druck sein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, ah. Weißt du jetzt, warum wir dicke Autos fahr’n
Und wir keine Zeit haben, für ein Haus zu spar’n? Oh-oh, Seafood, Tanaka, Fujitora
Purple Tiger, Blue-Red-Onigawara
Dreimal Herzinfarkt, krank ist Baba
Iron Monkey, Tarzan, call me, Nokia Banana
Alle Freunde sind tot, alle pushen Haze groß
Alle haben Geldnot, Aggression, Depression
Ja, ich bin Pislik-Ticker
Versuri-lyrics.info
Gringos bleiben Trickdiebräuber
Spielsuchtdrama, .. und er verschwand
Tochter sucht ihren Frieden draußen
Weil Vater bringt Feuer anstatt Blumen mit nach Hause
Und du sagst, ich mach’ Batzen jetzt für Mama? Yamaguchi, Gummi, Yakuza, SLS-Gang. Weißt du jetzt, warum wir dicke Autos fahr’n
Und wir keine Zeit haben, für ein Haus zu spar’n? Songtexte Eko Fresh – Komm in meine hood rein
Komm in meine Hood rein, spucken yellow in den Aufzug
Jeder von den Kanaks, die ich kenne, hat im Bauch Wut
Araba ist neu, wenn du Ellenbogen raus tust
Und immer bei Zahm’n machst du Welle, denn du brauchst Flouz
Glaubst du, dass dein Leben schon kaputt sei? Eingesperrt in ‘nem Kasten aus Beton
Wir sind, wie wir sind – das habt ihr jetzt davon
Weißt du jetzt, wir greifen nach dem schnellen Geld
Denn wir sind gebor’n in einer kriminellen Welt
Hier wirst du immer unter Druck sein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, ahhh.

IWNR – Capital Bra feat. Magnis songtexte

Songtexte Capital Bra – IWNR
Eine neue schone rap Lied aus dem rapper Magnis feat. Capital BRA – IWNR
Videoproduktion: Pretty Dirty
Beatproduktion: Saven Musiq
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Capital Bra songtexte
Video Magnis