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Rayven Justice – Another (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
[Verse 1]
Need a fix
You know how a nigga get
Swear to God, I been feining all day
Need you to bring that ass right away
Got you calling me daddy when I’m in it
Had you screaming out loud, wait a minute
Now your nigga blowing up your damn phone
After we done, you better take your ass home, babe
[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need
[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no way
I could ever let you slide my way
Don’t give a fuck about your man
Hope you get it, hope you really understand
Take you down as soon as you came in
Round 2, had to do it again
All these niggas mad at me cause you they bitch
How could you blame me, my nigga, she thick
[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need
[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

Rayven Justice – All Night (feat. Surfa Solo) (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah
[Verse 1: Surfa Solo]
Got Xannie with lean, I turn to a fiend
Got guns with beems, rings and things
Thots on they way, I’m ready to play
And all of that ass is here to stay
I’m fucking in broad day, in cars and highways
The mall and in the clubs, Im drunk, I’m turnt up
I leave, I’m gon’ fuck
Tell your bitch wassup and your bitch wassup
[Pre-Hook: Surfa Solo & Rayven Justice]
All my bitches baddest
They look so good, attractive
Your name, I forgot it
But that ain’t the topic

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah
[Verse 2: Rayven Justice]
I wanna see you work, work, work, work, work
Let me see you twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Scream out my name when you ride it
I go insane when I’m inside it
All of that ass is so appealing, appealing
That pussy got me grinning, grinning
Just you baby, don’t be scared
Wanna fuck you good, wanna fuck you right here
I don’t remember your name
But I know I like your frame
I gotta earn my stripes
Even if it take all night

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah
[Verse 3: Surfa Solo]
Killing pussy with swag
Your other nigga was trapped
I don’t get in my feelings
I just get in these women
One hell of a being
Feels sexy in it
I don’t need a reason
Mike Jack, I beat it
I leave her agitated
All these thots related
Champagne, champagne, I’m too faded
All night baby, come roll with me
All night baby, come roll this tree

[Pre-Hook: Surfa Solo & Rayven Justice]
All my bitches baddest
They look so good, attractive
Your name, I forgot it
But that ain’t the topic
[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah

Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (Geechi Liberachi Album)

Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I’m pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the Reverend
I got a chopper, boy don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and know the password
Gave me his blessings, boy I’m hotter than the last verse
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder’s on the news, all front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Let’s go!

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch? Maybach Music
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – On Everything (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
(DJ Khaled!)
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you, my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds drippin’ on me, she know who the one
Two-seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she drippin’ puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermès seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches postin’ niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m gettin’ richer, trickin’ seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasin’ a hundred million, baby, that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up
I took the risk, coin-tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stare that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch, get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule
It’s only room for improvement
And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest, boy, so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me, nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me, nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says: "You got a good girl, she’s a keeper."
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ether’d
Yeah, they don’t really fuckin’ feel me
Man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles’
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city, lil nigga

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah [Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music!

Lil Baby – Survive Da Motion (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions
[Verse 1]
First of all let me say
Free Lil Jacques and D
Man they been gon’ for a long while
Two lifes plus eight five, they got a long time
Damn they got my dawgs in a jam
Free all of my dawgs out the can
Stand on my two feet just like a man
In the yard goin’ hard, when I touched down I had a plan
Twenty days, a hundred bands, I did that
You come from the jungle, I can dig that
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’bout the struggle
Man these streets I’m really in ’em, every day I had to live that

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions
[Verse 2]
Keep my heart open
I been heart broken
Every soda that I drink it got lean inside it
Every nigga who ain’t with me swear they livin’ inside me
Pour me up some syrup so I can focus
I’m just tryna survive the motions
In the meantime, gotta by my mama a new Benz
Came out hard on them niggas
Fuck who ain’t with me, I don’t need friends
Niggas mad at me ’cause they hoes on my drip
Nigga fall back ‘fore that ho get you killed
Had to crawl back, lost a whole quarter mil
Fuck you and them niggas that’s with you, that’s how I feel

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions

Lil Baby – Pink Slip (feat. Young Thug) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

She goin’ too
Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
She can’t control me, baby got no lock on me
Driveway got the foreigns in it
I whipped up a ‘Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
Peep out the window with that K like Michael Maxwells
I bless lil’ shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain’t gotta ask for it
I drop some racks for it, ayy
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Sippin’ on codeine, I got a problem
I be with them gangsters and them robbers
Have a nigga lookin’ for who shot ya
Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
I’m gon’ get ’em in for the cheap
And them bitches go for twenty-three
I know that these niggas envy me
And won’t stop until I reach the T-O-P, I’m at the top
I’m acting crazy again, I had your lady again
Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
She know I’m a real one, she smell it
She do whatever I tell her
She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace
I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah
Diamonds on my neck, I got ’em frozen
Water on my wrist came from the ocean
Every nigga with me get them loads in
Only with the bros who put them fours in
Pink slip

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
This the type of shit I used to ask for
Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
Damn I’m out of lean, I poured my last four
Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
All my diamonds on me, yeah they shining
When I made parole that’s perfect timing
Range Rover look pregnant with the body
Presidential tint so I can’t see nobody
Your bitch on my hitlist ’cause she’s a hottie
I know once I get in it I’m gon’ ride it
I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
Bitches be walkin’ up on me, niggas be actin’ like groupies, get back
Gettin’ to the money since like this high
Now I’m lil big homie all on this side [Verse 1: Young Thug]
I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
Human trafficking, they go from border to border
I’m on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
Oh that’s your señorita?

Lil Baby – Large (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Maybach parked outside
Take up two parking spots
Barely old enough to drive
I been gettin’ way too high
Livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large
Everybody livin’ large
Livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large
Everybody livin’ large
[Verse]
Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don’t see nobody
Pink toes, long hair, runnin’ ’round the lobby
Livin’ large every day like I hit the lottery, livin’ large
Five star restaurants
Watchin’ Floyd fight, we in the front
Hawks game, we on the floor
Niggas’ bitches dirty bird me, Julio
Take my dogs all around the globe
Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go
Stickin’ to the code, ain’t gon’ never fold
I’ma stand up like a man, that’s what I was told
Hoppin’ off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin’ free Steve
We done had a damn good year, you wouldn’t believe
I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands
Dashboard say two twenty-five, I’m ’bout to do it
Percocet and molly on my ass, I’m ’bout to lose it
We been countin’ cash for three hours, gettin’ to it
I don’t care if they never found the body, I don’t watch the news
So much money on the floor like we just left a move
Shootouts in broad day with the cops
Nigga it ain’t safe on my block
Nigga came a long way from rocks
I can not go home without the guap
We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot
We don’t stop at stop signs, I’ma keep going
Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool
Remember gettin’ that J to check us in when we was in high school
Hellcat goin’ real fast
Hopin’ I don’t crash, I’m just tryna stay focused

Lil Baby – Stendo (feat. 4Pf Dt) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

Them hot boys with me
Long live Jimmy, wish he was still with me
Swear to god every day I wish lil one was still livin’
Lean fuckin’ with my kidney, but I’ma keep on sippin’ yeah
Yeah I’ma keep on sippin’
[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Fourteen with a bankroll
Only god knows all the shit that I been through
Dead broke when the rent due
I stayed down for the come-up now I’m stunting with my whole crew
Young niggas who with me ’bout whatever, they get cheddar
Boss up on them niggas, I done reached another level
Had some soda and some yola and I put that shit together
Hot boys thuggin’, I try to tell ’em do better
I was on the rock gettin’ paper
I ain’t have no time for no hater
All these bitches tell me they gon’ chase me
I don’t chase it, I’m not a chaser

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Hundred rounds on the draco
Lil D, he gon’ shoot when I say so
All I know is real lives but my niggas on go
I’ma stand up on the block like a fuckin’ light pole
Wish I would’ve stayed in school but I didn’t
My mama tried to show me the right way but I didn’t listen
But now I’m in the spot, on [?] streets, in the kitchen
And I’m fifteen but I ran up them digits (I ran them digits up)
Dracos like YoungBoy
I’m a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy
Breakin’ in cars, we used to rob, it was hard
We used to starve, we came far

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
[Outro: 4PF DT]
Dracos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
And we throwin’ up them fours
And we pourin’ up them fours
Screamin’ free all of the bros
Yeah yeah yeah [Intro: Lil Baby]
4PF shit, ya digg?

Lil Baby – Ride Or Die (feat. Marlo & Bite Da Don) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I know my mama prayin’ for me, it’s kinda hard for her to sleep
When she hearin’ I got beef and I’m really in the streets
But she know her son a G, ain’t gon’ fold, ain’t told
I ain’t rolled, when the pressure was on I bust chrome
Six o’clock on the dot, niggas still at the spot
Got a play for three blocks, I might serve ’em or take ’em off
I’m tryna figure it out, fuck it I’ma figure it out
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
[Verse 2: Marlo]
I’m up early in the morning tryna run me up a bag
But a nigga on the run ’cause the narcs on my ass
I’m slidin’ in the I, nigga I’m slidin’ in the I
And it’s for a pocketful but a nigga playin’ for keeps
And a nigga got a drum ’cause a nigga in the streets
So I’m grindin’ I, nigga I’m grindin’ I

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
[Verse 3: Bite Da Don]
They havin’ pressure ’bout these hoes, we havin’ bags of this shit
I got four pockets full and coupe around my wrist
Know I play for keeps I got paper out the street
Pull up at your spot, air that bitch out for a week
I finessed ’em out the cash, Rudy bought the jeep
I was in the flat with beat, we got dracos for the beef
I ain’t lyin’ I’m a beast, them hoes say y’all niggas cheapskates
Duffel bag full of cash like I hit the sweepstakes
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die

Lil Baby – Narcs (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
[Verse 1]
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week, week
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
Get to the money, I’m racin’
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Youngins screamin’ what’s the price? I can’t wait to let ’em slide
It’s gon’ be a homicide
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

Mint Condition – She’s A Honey Lyrics

MINT CONDITIONShe’s A Honey Lyrics
Sweet and funny
She’s a honey
H-O-N-E-Y
Sweet and funny
She’s a honey
H-O-N-E-Y
She’s a honey, no lie
Short and sweet
Cute as the Easter Bunny
Definitely a girl
I’d like to know
She’ll make you cry if it’s sad
Laugh when it’s funny
This mind-blowing attraction controls all my actions
Do you have a little time to spare(Girl)
I know you’re not the type that doesn’t care
‘Cause a honey is about that change you need (Sweet)
Sweet to every heart she touches
To everything she sees
Sweet and funny
She’s a honey
H-O-N-E-Y
Sweet and funny
She’s a honey
H-O-N-E-Y
She’s a honey, no lie
She makes me feel a way
And this I have to say
She’s definitely a girl I’d like to love
Oh She really pours it on
Fills my heart with joy
Honey, sweet appeal, so real, makes me feel
Do you have a little time to spare (yes I do)
I know you weren’t the type that wouldn’t care
‘Cause a honey is about that change you need (yes I’m sweet)
Sweet to every heart she touches
To everything she sees
Sweet and funny
She’s a honey
H-O-N-E-Y
Sweet and funny
She’s a honey
H-O-N-E-Y
She’s a honey, no lie

We are one – Hardwell feat. Alexander Tidebrink lyrics

Hardwell lyrics
Video one So don’t look down you gotta wait
Don’t worry now we can escape
When you don’t know how to go alone
We’re stronger now than on our own, oh ohhh. We could change the world tonight, oh tonight
If we are one
Cause we can change the dark to light, oh to light
If we are one. If we areee one
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
If we are oneee. Woah oh oh oh oh ohhh
Versuri-lyrics.info
Woah oh oh oh ohhh
If we areee one. Lyrics Hardwell- We are one
When you’re cold and you’re broken
Like you’re lost at the sea
Follow me in this moment
And be free.(we are one)
So don’t look down you gotta wait
Don’t worry now we can escape
When you don’t know how to go alone
We’re stronger now than on our own, oh ohhh. We could change the world tonight, oh tonight
If we areee one
Cause we can change the dark to light, oh to light
If we areee one. When you’re cold and you’re broken
Like you’re lost at the sea
Follow me in this moment
And be free. Woah oh oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
If we areee one.

Miranda Cosgrove – Christmas Wrapping Lyrics

Merry Christmas! So deck those halls, trim those trees
Raise up cups of Christmas cheer,
I just need to catch my breath,
Christmas by myself this year. Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! No, this time it was me,
Sunburn in the third degree. But I think I’ll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas! Flashback to springtime, saw him again,
Would’ve been good to go for lunch,
Couldn’t agree when we were both free,
We tried, we said we’d keep in touch. Last fall I had a night to myself,
Same guy called, halloween party,
Waited all night for him to show,
This time his car wouldn’t go,
Forget it, it’s cold, it’s getting late,
Trudge on home to celebrate
In a quiet way, unwind
Doing Christmas right this time. Couldn’t miss this one this year! A&P has provided me
with the world’s smallest turkey
already in the oven, nice and hot
Oh damn! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! ”
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Had his number but never the time
Most of ’81 passed along those lines. Now the calendar’s just one page
And, of course, I am excited
Tonight’s the night, but I’ve set my mind
Not to do too much about it. Merry Christmas! “I’m spending this one alone,” he said. MIRANDA COSGROVEChristmas Wrapping Lyrics
Bah, humbug!” No, that’s too strong
‘Cause it is my favorite holiday
But all this year’s been a busy blur
Don’t think I have the energy
To add to my already mad rush
Just ’cause it’s ’tis the season. You mean you forgot cranberries too?”
Then suddenly we laughed and laughed
Caught on to what was happening
That Christmas magic’s brought this tale
To a very happy ending! So on with the boots, back out in the snow
To the only all-night grocery,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
In the line is that guy I’ve been chasing all year! But I think I’ll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas! Calendar picture, frozen landscape,
Chilled this room for twenty-four days,
Evergreens, sparkling snow
Get this winter over with! Couldn’t miss this one this year! Merry Christmas! “Need a break; this year’s been crazy.”
I said, “Me too, but why are you? Merry Christmas! The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left from
Last year, ski shop,
Encounter, most interesting. Hardly dashing through the snow
Cause I bundled up too tight
Last minute have-to-do’s
A few cards a few calls
‘Cause it’s r-s-v-p
No thanks, no party lights
It’s Christmas Eve, gonna relax
Turned down all of my invites. But I think I’ll miss this one this year. But I think I’ll miss this one this year. Guess what I forgot? Didn’t, of course, ’til summertime,
Out to the beach to his boat could I join him?

Skankin’ Pickle – I’m In Love With A Girl Named Spike Lyrics

SKANKIN’ PICKLEI’m In Love With A Girl Named Spike Lyrics
There is a girl named Spike from DeGrassi High
she had a baby when she was real young
Her best friend is a skinhead chick
she knows an asian boy named Yick
and Caitlin she is very chic
but I’m still in love with a girl named Spike
I don’t write love songs
in fact they make me very sick
but Spike the girl from DeGrassi High
she’s truly one cool chick
She has the best TV show
better than Beverly Hills 90210
and Shannon Daugherty well she’s ok
but I’m still in love with a girl named Spike

Riviere – Despierta Lyrics

RIVIEREDespierta Lyrics
Así sucede entre cámaras
La red social no me acabará
Tomaste el control
Y decidiste que esta vez no pasará
Despierta
No mentiré por ti
Horror al vacío
Así sucede entre cámaras
La red social no me acabará

Dolla – Who The Fuck Is That Lyrics

DOLLAWho The Fuck Is That Lyrics
(feat. That’s not up for discussion
I be mashin out
Wih something european
On them buttons
I been rich since I was 11
My grams look
Like 7’s my killers
Look like reverends
Yea u better count
Yo blessings
Convict piece around my neck
Misdameter on my risk
Got a fellon on my pinky
Got you blinking when it glince
I got strippers on a payroll
Charges in Diego
Ya-yo like it’s Mayo
Don’t play around with me Paso
You should see the stello
Neighborhood nino
Bithces call me Dolla
But these niggas call me D-Bo
(Chorus)
Akon:
Niggas that u ever saw
Don’t make me have to come
Around and spray at all y’all
The world so small
It’s big as a golf ball
Just like them perfect titties
It’s pressing against the wall
And while we tossing dollars
They be staring at my team
You wishing that a nigga
Had looking so clean
Track jacket on my back
Looking mint green
Hanging off my ass
It’s some konvict jeans
Your no longer better
Your in a lot of chedder
No matter how
Ya look at it bet
I can do it better
No need for lookin better
Like a glass of armmeretter
Got a lil Vendetta
Then bring out
The heavy metel
Pull up on that trigger
Like I’m pulling on
These hoes
After magic city
Nigga anything goes
So impateint
Can’t wait to club close
I’ll be in the lambo
Poppin side ya don
(Chorus)
Dolla:
I’m shinning
Like a motherf**ker
Vvs it blanking
Steve earkle by the tongue
That purple steady stankin
You talking yo the deckin
I got swag I got juice
See me in that bentley coupe
Right from runnin shoot
You be running when I shoot
I be shooting where you running
‘Kon got me out the streets
Told me dolla get the money
Now I’m the club
Stuntning like la, la, la, la
Laughing at these cow niggas
Like ha, ha, ha, ha
Look you f**king with a winner
Stripping lobster for dinner
Bet you any game
You other just beginners
In my d-oy stancebout
To pop a rubber band
f**k that fighting in the club
You nigga f**kin’ up my plans
I’m tryna get a dance her name
And her number taker her
To the telly get some brain
In the hummer
You niggas make it rain my dollar
Make it thunder album coming soon
Bitch get ready for the summer Akon & T-pain)
I own the club
That’s right
Akon, Dolla-Dolla
Especailly the strip club
Let me talk to em T-Pain
Let me talk em
Konvict let me
Talk to em
Chorus:
I hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the f**k is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the f**k is that
Hit da door like right
Left back fourth
Yeah, I got money nigga
That’s of cousrse
Hit the stage
With a b-boi stance
The club owner like
Who the f**k is that
Pull up in something
Tented 200 on the dash
Ya’ll shit rented
I drop cash
Watch the doors lift up
This nigga then went mad
I’m wat you never had
Some of this some of that
Tell that bitch
To give me kiss
Then I smack her on ass
Throw a stack
At her and laugh
This shit to me
Ain’t nothing
How much money do you have?

Mess

Lyrics to ‘Mess’ by Charli XCX:

–Verse 1–
Blew a kiss with a shotgun
Then I swallowed your pills straight down, down, down
Yeah, the love’s coming undone
But we can’t let it die we drown, drown, drown
–Pre-Chorus–
This is the final time
Got to give up ’cause it’s over
This is so over
Look out it’s a car crash
Yeah I’m gonna take off over and out
–Chorus–
We’re making a mess here together
We drilled a hole in the roof
Because of a misunderstanding
Never been further from you
We’re bringing out horses and lasers
We act like we’re sniffing glue
So sick of the stranger within me
Sick of the stranger in you
–Post-Chorus–
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
–Verse 2–
Burn a hole in the paper
But we can’t let fire start to spread
‘Cause we’re out of our bodies
Might as well start sleeping with the dead
–Pre-Chorus–
This is the final time
Got to give up ’cause it’s over
This is so over
Put your hands on your mouth boy
‘Cause I’m blocking out all those words you said
–Chorus–
We’re making a mess here together
We drilled a hole in the roof
Because of a misunderstanding
Never been further from you
We’re bringing out horses and lasers
We act like we’re sniffing glue
So sick of the stranger within me
Sick of the stranger in you
–Post-Chorus–
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
–Bridge–
Let’s make a mess here together
Let’s drill a hole in the roof
I’m loving this misunderstanding
Never been further from you
Let’s bring out the horses and lasers
Let’s act like we’re sniffing glue
So sick of the stranger within me
Sick of the stranger in you
–Chorus–
We’re making a mess here together
We drilled a hole in the roof
Because of a misunderstanding
Never been further from you
We’re bringing out horses and lasers
We act like we’re sniffing glue
So sick of the stranger within me
Sick of the stranger in you
–Outro–
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
We’re making a mess
Ah!

Abra – Diwata Lyrics

ABRADiwata Lyrics
Chorus:
Kapag nariyan ka, bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo
Hindi kita dapat ginugusto pero natutukso
Ano man ang sabihin nila, hindi kita ipagkakaila
‘Pagkat ikaw lang ang minamahal ko, oh aking diwata
(Aking diwata)
Ikaw ang pinakamaganda
Kapag minamasdan kita, parang nagmamalikmata
(Aking diwata)
Tamang hinala, di makapaniwala
Na nakita na ang pinakamakinang na tala
(Talagang hiwaga)
Walang katapat
Bagama’t pinagbawalan
Ipaglalaban ka sapagka’t
Ikaw lang ang minamahal ko
Oh aking diwata
Verse 1:
Naaalala ko pa n’ung una ka masilayan, nanghihinayang
Gustung-gusto kita kausapin,
Makilala, subalit may kaba
Kaya nahihiya lang
Sinayang, ang nakatakdang tadhana
Karapat-dapat ba na magkandarapa
Sa isang prinsesa na may delikadesa
Kesa sa gano’n baka game ka maging reyna
Date tayo, oo, ikaw at ako
Liparin natin ang iba’t-ibang parte ng mundo
Tugma pa rin kahit sabihing hindi tayo bagay
Kasi tao tayo, si Maragsa at Malumanay
Kung sabagay, karangalan kong alagaan
At pahalagahan ang natural mong kagandahan
Aminin ko man o hindi
Kapag nasa paligid ay pasimple na nangingiti
Sana kako tamaan
Chorus:
Kapag nariyan ka, bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo
Hindi kita dapat ginugusto pero natutukso
Ano man ang sabihin nila, hindi kita ipagkakaila
‘Pagkat ikaw lang ang minamahal ko, oh aking diwata
(Aking diwata)
Ikaw ang pinakamaganda
Kapag minamasdan kita, parang nagmamalikmata
(Aking diwata)
Tamang hinala, di makapaniwala
Na nakita na ang pinakamakinang na tala
(Talagang hiwaga)
Walang katapat
Bagama’t pinagbawalan
Ipaglalaban ka sapagka’t
Ikaw lang ang minamahal ko
Oh aking diwata
Verse 2:
Hanggang sa nagkakilala muli
At unti-unti nakikilala, munti
Pang tumitiklop na parang makahiya
Naglakas loob ah, d’yan sa kaliwa
Ang daming pumipila, daig pa’ng MRT
Pero diba’t sa pag-ibig mas kabit ‘pag less than three
Anong sagot, p’ede mo ‘kong tanungin
May tanong ako sa’yo, p’ede mo bang sagutin
Sana oo na lang din
Susubukang abutin
Panaginip lang kita, kaya susubuking antukin
Oras na maghawak kamay baka bigla kang alukin
Walang hiling na kapalit, gusto lang kitang mahalin
Ikaw ang aking laging nais na makapiling
Hindi Maria Clara kundi Maria Makiling
Binibining napakaganda at wagas
Walang wakas, samahan mo ko, sabay tayong mangarap nang mataas
Chorus:
Kapag nariyan ka, bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo
Hindi kita dapat ginugusto pero natutukso
Ano man ang sabihin nila, hindi kita ipagkakaila
‘Pagkat ikaw lang ang minamahal ko, oh aking diwata
Verse 3 (Chito Miranda):
N’ung nakita ko s’ya, ‘di makapaniwala
Sa taglay n’yang ganda, tinamaan din ako
Teka bakit ganito, ba’t napaparap ako
‘Di ba sabi ko sa’yo, ‘wag mo na akong isama
Para ‘kong nasilaw sa kasama mong diwata
Ngayon alam ko na kung ba’t nasisiraan ka nang ulo
Napapakanta ka na lang na parang ganito
Chorus:
Kapag nariyan ka, bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo
Hindi kita dapat ginugusto pero natutukso
Ano man ang sabihin nila, hindi kita ipagkakaila
‘Pagka’t ikaw lang ang minamahal ko, oh aking diwata
(Aking diwata)
Ikaw ang pinakamaganda
Kapag minamasdan kita, parang nagmamalikmata
(Aking diwata)
Tamang hinala, ‘di makapaniwala
Na nakita na ang pinakamakinang na tala
(Talagang hiwaga)
Walang katapat
Bagama’t pinagbawalan
Ipaglalaban ka sapagka’t
Ikaw lang ang minamahal ko
Oh aking diwata

Megan & Liz – Grenade Lyrics

No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked, cause
What you don’t understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya
[Megan:]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[liz:]
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
[megan:]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[liz:]
I’d jump in front of a train for ya
[Megan:]
(yeah, yeah , yeah)
[liz:]
You know I’d do anything for ya
[Megan:]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Both:] Oooh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won’t do the same…
[Megan:]
No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where
you’re from. Mad woman, bad woman, that’s just what you are,
Yeah, you’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out
my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked, cause
What you don’t understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya
[Liz:]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Megan:]
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
[Liz:]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Megan:]
I’d jump in front of a train for ya
[Liz:]
(yeah, yeah , yeah)
[Megan:]
You know I’d do anything for ya
[Liz:]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Both:] Oooh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won’t do the same…
If my body was on fire,
Ooh you’ d watch me burn down in flames. MEGAN & LIZGrenade Lyrics
[Liz:]
Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss,
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open? …But darling
I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oooh, oh
I would go through all this pain…
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won’t do the same. You said you loved me you’re a liar
´Cause you never, ever, ever did baby!