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Roger Waters – Wait For Her

With a glass inlaid with gemstones
On a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses
Wait for her
With the patience of a packhorse
Loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic, noble prince
Wait for her
With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of womens’ incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her
And do not flush the sparrows
That are nesting in her braids
All along the barricades
Wait for her
And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait
Let her be still as a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom
Let her breathe in the air
That is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part
Wait for her
Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk
Wait for her
Don’t let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her
And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait
Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest as her command
Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
Breathe out, breathe in
And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Remember the promises you made

French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx)

[Intro: Chinx]
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
(Rock party)
Hold up, baba
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
"I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy"
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t what it glitter
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Count it first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar, you know)

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The younger son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
That’s Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
A- about to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony
[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

Snoop Dogg – Trash Bags (feat. K Camp)

Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours
[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours
[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that [Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major
[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?

Demi Lovato – Sorry Not Sorry

[Intro]
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest (I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest)
[Verse 1]
Now I’m out here looking like revenge
Feelin’ like a ten, the best I’ve ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now you’re out here looking like regret
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)
[Pre-Chorus]
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
[Verse 2]
Baby, fineness is the way to kill
Tell me how it feel, bet it’s such a bitter pill
And yeah I know, you thought you had bigger, better things
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
‘Cause the grass is greener under me
Brightness, Technicolor, I can tell that you can see
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)
[Pre-Chorus]
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
[Bridge]
Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Oh yeah, talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk, that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
[Outro]
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest

Masicka Cancels Reggae Sumfest Performance

According to Todd, it’s just one thing after the other the made him decided to throw in the towel on the highly anticipated performance. Masicka and his manager Corey Todd have pulled his performance on Friday night at Reggae Sumfest. Corey Todd also accused organizers of being unprofessional in their handling of the deejay including using an old photo of Masicka on the shows promo flyers. “Masicka fans won’t be there at the time so it’s pointless to perform at this point,” he said. “It was just one thing after another but we said we were going to perform for the fans so we paid that no attention,” Corey Todd added. Masicka was also previously scheduled to perform between 2 AM and 3 AM Saturday morning, but Todd says he was informed yesterday that the time was moved up to 12:30 AM. He named the running with Aidonia and his crew at a rehearsal among the many reasons for his decision to not perform.

Forcki9ers – Forcki Ounce (Feierabendschablone Album)

Ich komm direkt rein, wie Brecheisenstangen
Frag mich ob das Kunst ist
Oder ob man’s wegschmeißen kann? Ich mein
Langsam mal langsamer trinken, Dickerchen
Ich sag gar nicht mehr „Hallo“, ich sag immer erstma „Dankeschön“
Direkt als Pizarro eine Flanke nehm’
In deinem Zimmer läuft die neue Haftbefehl
Doch dein Vater geht kurz raus und wählt die AfD
Komm Pädophilen nich mit guter Kinderstube
Deine Mutter war wegen Schwänzen in der Schule
[Rino Mandingo]
Ich zieh dich an deinem Septum durch die Cypher
Verkleidest dich wie Shindy und erzählst mir was von Rap wie dieser Staiger
Los, zeig mir deinen volltätowierten Unterarm
Und ich brech ihn dir einfach
Reib mir unter die Nase, wer du bist
Richtige Nutten sind am seltensten, die es von Beruf sind
Geh deinen Weg, ich steck nicht in deinen Schuhen drin
Rap-am-Mittwoch-Rapper battlen jetzt bei diesem Julien
Aus dir wird mal ein ganz Großer
Redest du dir jeden Morgen ein vor deinem Kool Savas-Poster
Dreh ein Video vor dem alten Royal Bunker
Vielleicht kriegst du so bei rap.de noch 100 Bars unter

[Finest]
Du hast ne feste Zahnspange, Haarausfall, bist dick und trägst ne Brille
Wenn dein Genpool mit dir fickt, dann hilft dir auch kein guter Wille
Denn nur doper sound ist wesentlich
Und wir erledigen das bis deine perle so doll bounct
Dass ihr der käse schwitzt
Easy. Wir dagegen sind ne Horde recht begnadeter Freaks aus’m Gefahrengebiet
Trinken und hissen ne Fahne im Kiez
Still fucking the Police, bis es kein Babylon mehr gibt
Oder bis ich wieder nüchtern bin

[Benelüx]
Hängung Frankfurter, Dickerchen! Nur noch talentfreie Ottos! Lass mal lieber einen Haintopf kochen
Zutaten: Ein Pole und 3 Kartoffeln
Kommen reingeschossen
Als hätten wir uns 13 Wochen lang mit reichen Bonzen zur
Weinverkostung eingeschlossen
MC’s machen auf Geschäftsreise, Jahre am Konzept meißeln
Wie wär’s mal mit eigenständigen Textzeilen? Import, Export boomt. Jeden Tag Drehtag Fattan, aber kein Schauspieler
Prala, bei mir im Späti gibt`s noch Bier für ‘nen Taler
Wallah und der Brudi macht `nen Aal klar
Du musst langsamer trinken. Ansonsten alles cool! Fick mal dein Auswärtstor! Rutsch mir die Mucke runter
Ich hab viel zu tun und zeig dir höchstens, wie das Viertel schmeckt
Das ist nicht Kunst, das kann wirklich weg
Hau es in die Pfanne zum Würfelspeck
Yes, yoar – und dann hohl aus der Hand! [Kong]
Mahlzeit, meine Zeitgenossen! Wenn wirklich Durchbruch Dickerchen, dann unten am Damm
Es ist nicht so wie es ist, es ist so wie es kann
Und am Ende des Tages schnappt sich Omi den Pfand

CyN – Together

[Intro]
Dum dah dah dum
Dum dah dah dum
Dum dah dah dum
Bum bah dah dum
[Verse 1]
Like the moon in the night
Can’t have one without the other
Like a bird and its flight
They just make more sense together
How the sweetness of the candy
Is nothing without the sugar
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no way I can be without you
There’s no way I can be without you
There’s no way I can be without
You got a heart that beats in time with mine
Don’t wanna fight with nobody else
Don’t come alive with nobody else
Would be a lie with somebody else
I guess that’s why we go

[Chorus]
Together, together, together
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go, hey)
Together, together, together
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
[Verse 2]
Like the red in a ruby
There’s no color when you leave me
Like the cream to the whipping
You got just the touch that I need
You’ll be Jerry, I’ll be Dean
Bells will ring, ring-a-ling
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no way I can be without you
There’s no way I can be without you
There’s no way I can be without
You got a heart that beats in time with mine
Don’t wanna fight with nobody else
Don’t come alive with nobody else
Would be a lie with somebody else
I guess that’s why we go

[Chorus]
Together, together, together
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go, hey)
Together, together, together
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go, hey)
[Bridge]
Dum dah dah dum dum dah dah dum dum
Dum dah dah dum dum dah dah dum dum
Dum dah dah dum dum dah dah dum dum
Dum dah dah dum dum
Oh let me hear you say
Dum dah dah dum dum dah dah dum dum
Dum dah dah dum dum dah dah dum dum
Dum dah dah dum dum dah dah dum dum
Dum dah dah dum dum
Oh let me hear you say
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no way I can be without you
There’s no way I can be without you
There’s no way I can be without
You got a heart that beats in time with mine
Don’t wanna fight with nobody else
Don’t come alive with nobody else
Would be a lie with somebody else
I guess that’s why we go

[Chorus]
Together, together, together
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go, hey)
Together, together, together
That’s the way we go (that’s the way we go)
That’s the way we
(Hey)

K. Forest – Two Twos

[Intro]
Keep you by my side baby
Side, I gotta keep you by my side
[Chorus]
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side
[Verse 1]
Girl I’m not holy (no, no)
I see what I want and I’m focused (baby)
I try to stay holy
But its so hard when you wearing the [?]
Girl come ride this pony (yeah yeah)
I’m genuine
I mean I’m genuine
What a gentleman
Think I have been
I let you situate, then settle in
Girl, I got the sauce
I’m chefing, I’m whipping, I cook up the classico
Girl I’m [?]
So close all the windows and keep in the antidote
I only side with the real
I’m not distant but i need to keep my distance
Cause i caught a feel
I don’t need feelings with [?]
I’m very selective
Maybe over protective
Only you, you get my perspective
And i keep it closed
So my enemies are never effective
[Bridge]
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Watch for [?]
Keep you by my side (on my side)
[Verse 2]
On my side baby they better respect us
Off the radar girl I know they can’t detect us
We’ve been running for so long they can not catch us
Only thing thats hanging ’round is my necklace
All my team [?]
Don’t draw attention, keep it cool don’t make it hot yeah
Je parle you say I’m cautious, who I’m with yeah
Like the nicks yeah I’m tryna’ win some chips yeah
And keep you by my side
Count up [?]
I’ve always needed a [?]
With a little bit of paper
With a little bit of flavour
I’m not afraid to be dangerous
I skrrt skrrt on that pavement
And run ’em down for that payment
Before they go [?]
I’m not here for no runarounds, my energy I gotta save it
Thats why I keep you close
So they won’t get one up on me
[Chorus]
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two (on my two)
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side (on my two)
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side

Blake Shelton – Doing It To Country Songs (Animated)

My alarm clock is a radio
95.5 gets me ready to go
I’m heading to my job, drinking coffee strong
And I’m doing it to country songs
Around oh, 5:30 my buddies and I
Hit the watering hole ’cause our whistles are dry
Drinking beer, shooting pool, man you can’t go wrong
Doing it to country songs
I like doing it to country songs
I like doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Well I call up my baby, she says come pick me up
I take her out dancing in my pickup truck
We rub them belt buckles ’til they shine like chrome
Doing it to country songs
She likes doing it to country songs
She likes doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Yup
Haha, son, that’s doing it right there man
Yeah we like doing it to country songs
We like doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Everybody, doing it to country songs
We like doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
(Oh, man I love doing it)
We like doing it to country songs
(To country songs)
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
(Let me show you how to do it)
Doing it to country songs
We like doing it to country songs (I love)
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Yeah, woo
(That was great)

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Wendy) (Live)

Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me? [Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who? I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel
[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott
[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

Derek Wise – Jamal

My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal) x2
Verse 3:
Smoking that gas in rotation
Me and the friend that she came with They don’t like fuckin wit nameless
Love when a nigga live dangerous Love when a come up ain’t painless
I don’t just lay up and chill
Neck look like slaves in in a field
That shit on my waist
Get appealed
Yeah they tried tapping my line
I switched for the 30th time
The feds wish a nigga would fall my nickname they call me Jamal
Hook:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal)
Verse: 1
I wash the drugs with the strainer
I fucked your bitch so don’t blame her No I don’t sell to no strangers
Shoot up the club for my paper
I got her off of the gram
Fucked me then blessed all my mans Now she dose off of the xans
That means there’s no time for the plans
No I don’t shop in the mall
Two numbers I’m taken them calls That 8ball is stash in my balls
My nickname they call me Jamal
Hook:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal) x2
Verse 2:
She learned it last night in the stall She deep throating all of the glam I know that this bitch is a fan
Who told you I was the man
I met me a plug in Seattle
The feedback is lit like a candle Had to take over the city
I dip in the bag for a sample
Most of these niggas like Randall Most of these bitches like scandal I give them my nickname to call My nickname they call me Jamal
Hook:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal)

G-Eazy – Special Love (feat. Dakari) (Lyric Video)

[Refrain: Dakari]
Don’t let me, don’t let me go
‘Cause I need your special love
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Uh
And when it’s real, it never fade away
And stay on hold like it’s layaway
Everyday our status isn’t healthy, it’s just day to day
I wonder, do we make each other better or do we take away? And what I’m tryna hide from? Yeah, now every time we fight you always cry and get your scream on
You ask me if I need someone to love or just to lean on
The pressure is intense when you tryna be a phenom
I’m carrying my dreams out to infinity and beyond
Just hash it on my chest, told Dichi "Put a beat on"
This other shit between us, I’m not even tryna speak on
I know you said if I fuck up again then you would be gone
Not tryna be that person I just run over and cheat on
And when this shit gets too real, why every time I run? I really need some peace of mind, like, I’m just tryna find some
And I’m just tryna keep you here regardless of the outcome
(You Know)
[Refrain: Dakari]
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah)
‘Cause I need your special love (uh)
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah, uh)
‘Cause I need that special love

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Uh
I’m callin’ out, so if you hear me, this from me to you
‘Cause I been restless all these nights I ain’t been sleepin’ through
Broken promises that I’ll be what you need me to
Easier to say that shit than actually see it through
Describing a person I could probably never be for you
So then I’m contradicting it with all the shit you see me do
But don’t believe all of the rumors they be feeding you
You always tell me I’m just tryna have my cake and eat it too
It’s probably true, then that’s what you’re supposed to do
But cake, I swear to God I never got that shit
I know you hate to party, know you want me off that shit
Un-followed you on IG but I can’t lie, I still watch that shit (yeah)
You got a new guy, you thinkin’ you got me shook (got me shook)
Try make me jealous, regretting the loss I took (loss I took)
I hope you find him, I’m hopeful, don’t be mistook (yeah)
But Hollywood is a hell of a place to look
You know
[Refrain: Dakari]
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah)
‘Cause I need your special love (uh)
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah, uh)
‘Cause I need that special love And why I always drink too much?

joji – Rain On Me

[Intro]
Oooh, Oooh
Aaah, Aaah
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain on me
[Verse 1]
Why you gotta act so nice
This ain’t televised
This ain’t televised
This ain’t televised
Movin’ at the speed of light
And I’m terrified
Yeah I’m terrified
So please for the love of God
Don’t drench me
[Chorus]
Me
Don’t rain on me
(Don’t rain on me, don’t rain on me)
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain

[Outro]
Woo, ????? love
Woo, Just can’t get enough
Ooh, Ooh

Kranium – Can’t Believe (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign & Wizkid)

What that nigga got to do with us? [Intro: Kranium]
Oh God, yeah, mmm
[Verse 1: Kranium]
When me touch down, bend or bruk down
In the late night, me and her locked up
Shift her dress to the side ride the shotgun, mmm
Inna me dark glass, cut off shorts , clarks well clean
Touch the road with the bloodclat team
See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
You know seh di boss haffi intervene
She said, her man nah gi her di time
So of course, you know seh, me go gi her the whine
Now she seh how me is a one of a kind
And that’s how she became mine, man seet deh
[Chorus: Kranium]
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
She a boss too, she get her own money
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that shit
I love that shit
She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what? So we lost in the moment
And I’m deep in your ocean
I bet he can’t believe that

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
[Verse 3: Kranium]
Know the whole place a talk bout
The yute from New York, that give her the sparks
Inna me straight jeans pants and me wallabee clarks
The boy say how me no inna him the class
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Never know seh he woulda lose him girl to a regular yute
But I give her all the time and plus she say me well cute
Man seet deh
[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
[Verse 4: WizKid]
Your gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Give me whine so, give me whine so
My gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Give a likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
Yup, pretty gyal, I make you mine
I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you really shy
Baby girl, come free your mind
Man you love to keep, I wanna hold you tight
Baby girl, I hold you tight
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
Baby girl, I want it one more time, yup

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

Mango Foo – Levels

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella
[Verse]
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
These bitches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These bitches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big? Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

Musiq Soulchild – Simple Things

[Verse 1]
Big house
Expensive car
Clothes for wherever you go
Folks you don’t even know
Treat you like a star
Good life, you got it down
But who’s got your heart
So if you ain’t got someone to love
You already lost ’cause
[Hook]
Tell me what good is having everything
If its not what you really want
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
So be careful
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
Just give me a real good woman
That is enough for me
Cause its all about the simple things
[Verse 2]
Simple things
No doubt, no doubt
We all wish that we could have it all
We like the finer things in life
But all that doesn’t matter too much if there’s no one
Around to share it with
Cause everybody needs somebody
But not everybody
Feels like they got the time to try to find someone

[Hook]
Tell me what good is having everything
If its not what you really want
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
So be careful
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
Just give me a real good woman
That is enough for me
Cause its all about the simple things
[Verse 3]
And I’m glad things are working out for you
You started from the block
To everything you got
Winning ain’t easy to do
But now you find yourself at home
And you’re all alone
Tell me who are you gonna call
Hey
[Hook]
Tell me what good is having everything
If its not what you really want
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
So be careful
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
Just give me a real good woman
That is enough for me
Cause its all about the simple things
Tell me what good is having everything
If its not what you really want
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
So be careful
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
Just give me a real good woman
That is enough for me
Cause its all about the simple things

Slim 400 – Digiscale (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

shit, you know I’m talking about
Nigga I’m a rep where I’m from, ain’t not bitching out
Make ’em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
My real vatos with the biz, I’m at they family’s house
Sippin’ on coronas on they couch when I’m thuggin’ out
Slim fo’ got hella clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout? It really mean nothing when I’m all they talk about
I really get dough and that’s something you’re not about
And me being broke that is something I won’t allow, aye
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
European wheels headed back to the brans

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
[Verse 2: YG]
I’m bruisin’ down the brans in a benz
Just left the block I’m tryna make it to the 1-10
Red lights I don’t fuck with them
Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that’s him"
Them yellow lights I zoom past them
Cause if I stop they got time to assume that’s him
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
(ay ay bitch where you goin’, hop in the car)
These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck
This swag I got is contagious
That’s why I don’t shake hands I dap it up
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
My plan worked, I’m a million dollar baby
But fuck it, I’m bout to put the benz on D’s
And you know I ain’t lying when I put it on beats

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
Bruisin’ down the street in my six o
Sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold
You should know when I roll, G I’m up to something
Windows down system low, I ain’t tryna bump it
Turn right cause a left might make you wait
On these streets it don’t pause everyone’s out to play
No rewind if you die, so I’m going fast forward
I was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
Sippin’ on my henny I can’t even chase it
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
Shit [Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Bruisin’ in my rag top on D’s
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
Had to flash on a nigga then he skirted out
That’s that L.A.

Stan Sono – Emergency

I know I feel it, all alone lately
Baby
I’m finna get it on my own yeah, yeah
Don’t wanna end up in the wrong, no
Ain’t no way out cause I belong, you know, you know
Finna get get get get it on my on
Said it’s been a long time since I wanted my
I’m already there yeah, yeah x4
Finna get get get get get get get it on my own, on my own
Said it’s been a long time since I wanted my
I’m already there yeah, yeah x4
Finna get get get get get get get it on my own, on my own

Tell me if I’m fine, do you hear me? Save me yo fake smiles I don’t need em
Hook][
Emergency, emergency landing x2
Everything’s, everything’s alright,when it needs to be x 2
Emergency, emergency landing x2
It’s somethin else about you baby
I just keep it goin
You let me know about you
Tell me where you goin
It’s somethin bout yo body yeah, yeah, yeah
Go over yo body yeah, yeah, yeah
All over yo body yeah, yeah, yeah (just want my body next to yours)
Keep you warm, x2
Somethin about your body
(Just wanna be next to you)
(Stay focused all the time) Yay yay
(Just need to be next to you)
Somethin like you love me
Yay, yay
Somethin like you love me
Focused all the time, always on my mind, shit is on my mind
Somethin like you love me
Always on my mind

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time!

Boy I ain’t got time
[Verse 1]
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch lookin’ for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, muhfucka? Boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First, happy birthday
You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin’ like a seminar
Who the fuck you talkin’ to muhfucka? Boy I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch lookin’ for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, muhfucka? Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

[Verse 4]
Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
Yeah right now
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)
[Outro]
Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
"Fuck… Hello" Boy I ain’t got time
[Verse 2]
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these muhfuckas got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow
[Bridge]
(Hey)
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

[Verse 3]
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the deal
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans fucked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
And that’s a fact boy
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
Watch ya neck boys, is that them Golf boys? [Intro: Shane Powers]
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio
(God I love this sample)
We’re going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun
[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin’ like a seminar
Who the fuck you talkin’ to muhfucka? That’s my muthafuckin’ set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor?

Strig – Oana Radu versuri

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Strig, striiig si caut alinare. striiig, striiig, nu ma aude nimeni oare? Striiig, striiig si caut alinare. striiig, striiig, nu ma aude nimeni oare? Pana atunci.. Versuri Oana Radu
Video Oana Radu Si poate inima mea iti va spune candva ca nu mi-a fost usor. Si poate sufletul meu il va atinge pe al tau in zbor. Striiig, striiig, nu ma aude nimeni oare? Poate noi doi am fost ca o pasare cu aripi ranite. Si daca focul nu se aprinde cat sa mai incerci? Versuri Oana Radu – Strig
De ce imi lacrimeaza ochii daca eu am vrut sa pleci? Si poate inima mea iti va spune candva ca nu mi-a fost usor. Si poate sufletul meu il va atinge pe al tau in zbor.(strig)
Pana atunci.. Striiig, striiig si caut alinareee. Si ne-am oprit din zbor fara prea multe cuvinte.