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Dawn Foss – Beauty In Pain Lyrics

You’ve made regretful choices,
Employment can’t be found. Abuse has called your name. Failure’s staring in your face,
Disappointment comes again. Know that you hold value with God,
With an expected end, you’ll see;
God will use those hard times for you,
To make you a better, caring friend, Jesus brings beauty back again. Mistakes will mold and make you
Into something God can use. Welcomes have been worn out,
Years have been unkind. Troubles come from everywhere,
Hard to live at par. Beauty in pain,
Comfort in rain,
You never thought that you could find
Growth in what seemed to be an end
Jesus brought you to life again. DAWN FOSSBeauty In Pain Lyrics
Life is not so easy,
No matter who you are. Beauty in pain,
Comfort in rain,
You never thought that you could find
Growth in what seemed to be an end
Jesus brought you to life again. (Key change)
Praying for God’s wisdom
And strength to face each day;
Holding onto promises
While you humbly pray. (Key change)
You wonder how you got here? What happens if you mess up? A thing of beauty often comes
From what started as a mess. Your coping led to heartache
And now you find you’re bound. Don’t be ashamed of failures,
They lead you to success. Your time has been so wasted,
Friends were hard to find. Beauty in pain,
Comfort in rain,
You never thought that you could find
Growth in what seemed to be an end
Jesus brought you to life again, Jesus brought you to life again. Beauty in pain,
Comfort in rain,
You never thought that you could find
Growth in what seemed to be an end
Jesus brought you to life again. Humble and tender hearts
Make it difficult to accuse. But each day brings new promise,
As faith gives way to hope,
Learning from the hard times,
Improving ways to cope. Or you don’t fit in? Fear, regret, and trauma
Have brought you tears and pain.

Lost Kings – Look At Us Now Lyrics

LOST KINGSLook At Us Now Lyrics
Oh my gosh
Thought you were joking
Oh my gosh
Said we shouldn’t
But now we’re talking
Look at us now
I can show to your house
Ready for another
Get together
Turn our heads
Ready another
Doing together
Look at us now

Larissa Vienna & The Strange – California Man Lyrics

LARISSA VIENNA & THE STRANGECalifornia Man Lyrics
You go around telling everyone that you’re fine
After this drink, you say, “I swear this is the last time”
So I hope the streets are painted with gold for you
You’re like the bottles you drink
Cold and empty inside
It’s the California man in you that breaks my heart every time
Without a goodbye, you went and hopped on the next plane
I guess it doesn’t matter
You never took the time to know me anyway
You say you’re there, but you’ll never understand
You are a ghost that is slipping through my hands
So I hope the streets are painted with gold for you
You’re like the bottles you drink
Cold and empty inside
It’s the California man in you that breaks my heart every time

Dj Khaled – Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

(21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch
[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
[T.I.:]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin’ right at Phillipe
Plus she f**kin’ with a winner
Jury lookin’ like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room
Incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh? DJ KHALEDIced Out My Arms Lyrics
[Future:]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can see
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled
[Future, Takeoff & Offset:]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! Drippin’, gotta let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)
[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
[Migos:]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)
[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
[21 Savage:]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static?

Banda Ms – Tu Postura Lyrics

BANDA MSTu Postura Lyrics
Me da mucha tristeza
Ver como eres
No es que yo esagere
Nada te reprocho
Nada te pregunto
Solo si me quieres
Yo se
Que lo nuestro se arreglaria
Mas te mentiria
Si te digo algo
Como por ejemplo
Que no pasa nada
Parece, que es nada mas cuando tu
Quieres, cuando tienes ganas
Me duele
Y no te importa si se muere
Este corazon
Que a pesar de todo todavia te ama
Me estan sobrando los motivos
Para irme, y lo que mas me da
Coraje es tu postura
Parece que estas obligandome
A rendirme, para que al final
Decir que yo tuve la culpa
Y si no cambias desde ahorita
Te lo advierto, voy a empezar
A ser igual que tu conmigo
Y no es venganza ni rencor
Ni mucho menos, es simplemente
Dar lo mismo que recibo
Haces mucho mas dificil
Lo que tiene arreglo
Parece que hacerme llorar
Te alimenta el ego
Me estan sobrando los motivos
Para irme, y lo que mas me da
Coraje es tu postura
Parece que estas obligandome
A rendirme, para que al final
Decir que yo tuve la culpa
Y si no cambias desde ahorita
Te lo advierto, voy a empezar
A ser igual que tu conmigo
Y no es venganza ni rencor
Ni mucho menos, es simplemente
Dar lo mismo que recibo
Haces mucho mas dificil
Lo que tiene arreglo
Parece que hacerme llorar
Te alimenta el ego.

Nickelback – After The Rain Lyrics

NICKELBACKAfter The Rain Lyrics
All your life has been rambling, scurrying
Take your time rather than hurry
Never too late to write the rest of your story
Remember to breathe or else you’re gonna be sorry
Life’s no race, it’s a companion
Always face with reckless abandonment
A ticket to life as the mother once told me
Stick with your pride and you’re gonna be lonely
Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue sky’s we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain
Spend your days happy and grateful
Avoid the taste of wanting and wasteful
Every good thing will come in moderation
Envy and greed will only lead to frustration
Choose your friends, carefree and kindly
Choose your words, careful and wisely
Always be there to lend a comforting shoulder
One will be there and share when you’re older (when your older)
Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue sky’s we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain
Old mistakes committed upon us
Always take a toll on the conscience
Every regret is a gift that you live with
Never forget to remember forgiveness
Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue sky we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain
Gonna have to come after the rain (ra-ai-ai-ain)
Gonna have to come after the rain (ra-ai-ai-ain)
Rain, yeah
Ra-ai-ai-ain
Gonna have to come after the rain

Charred Walls Of The Damned – Living In The Shadow Of Yesterday Lyrics

The life I lead? CHARRED WALLS OF THE DAMNEDLiving In The Shadow Of Yesterday Lyrics
Turning back follow a different path
Treading water flowing black
You call to me from a distant shore
But now I’m sinking, I’m no more
Living in the shadow of yesterday, sinking in the deep
Living in the shadow of yesterday, is how you saved me
I chose this life that I now feel
Did it end is all this real
A decision made that day
I couldn’t make it all the way
Living in the shadow of yesterday, sinking in the deep
Living in the shadow of yesterday, is how you saved me
Is this me? Living in the shadow of yesterday, sinking in the deep
Living in the shadow of yesterday, is how you saved me
Save me Is this our reality?

Young Thug – She Wanna Party Lyrics (feat. Millie Go Lightly)

YOUNG THUGShe Wanna Party Lyrics (feat. Millie Go Lightly)
Drinks in the air
Rich nigga put that ace of spade in the air
Mack a couple bitches, yeah we played everywhere
Shake it up and pop it, damn she sprayed everywhere
And we be saucin’
I love her so you know I got to floss and
I’m not a dentist but a nigga flossin’
I’m fresh to death, they say I should be coughin’
I’m ’bout to turn it up
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
Shawty wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party, she wanna party
She wanna party, she wanna party
Twist it like a Tootsie Roll, Roll, Roll
Like a movie play your f**kin’ role, role, role
Can’t believe my circle small like Cheerios
Hate to say it but this ain’t another Bankroll
She tried to pop it all for me
Lil shawty tried to drop it all for me
But I see right through her body
That she just want her money, she just vibin’
And if you lick her she just wanna pop it
And if you with her bring battery rocket
f**ked her good and now her heart is in my pocket
Her heart beatin’ by the racin’ but we gotta pace it
Sit on my face, that pussy wet like she fresh out the lake and
I milked this place, I beat the case, crank up my generator
I got some X, I got some syrup, I’m smokin’ turtle tank and
And we be saucin’
I love her so you know I got to floss and
I’m not a dentist but a nigga flossin’
I’m fresh to death, they say I should be coughin’
I’m ’bout to turn it up
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
Shawty wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party, she wanna party
She wanna party, she wanna party
I don’t know if you gon’ roll with me
I’m tryna see if you gon’ stroll with me
Jeffery tryna roll
You should try livin’ with a gangster
Stay down with me if I’m banged up
I’ma do or die with you no matter what
No matter what
Everything about you please me
Darlin’ now hurry up, I’ll eat that pussy
From you, away could never push me darlin’
I want you for real
And if you feel like I wasted your time, I reimburse
Now I might put a little interest on it
Okay about you, I’m ready to kill
I’ma come back on it, appeal
Look at my kit, I reimburse
And I just might pull a HNDRXX on her
Trendsetter era
Rich nigga put that ace of spade in the air
Mack a couple bitches, yeah we played everywhere
Shake it up and pop it, damn she sprayed everywhere
And we be saucin’
I love her so you know I got to floss and
I’m not a dentist but a nigga flossin’
I’m fresh to death, they say I should be coughin’
I’m ’bout to turn it up
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
Shawty wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party with a real nigga
She wanna party, she wanna party
She wanna party, she wanna party

Jay-Z – Marcy Me Lyrics

flushing that Myrtle
All the county of kings may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa Daddy Kane heroes
Thus concluding my concerto, Marcy me Nah
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
Marcy me
Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
I started in lobbies now, probably with Saudis
Sufi to the goofies I could probably speak Farsi
That’s poetry read a coca leaf from my past
Came through the bushes smelling like roses I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shift feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe I’m talking busting off the roof
Hold a uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y’all flirting with death I be winking through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals, plural f**k the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave. JAY-ZMarcy Me Lyrics
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant the livest one representing BK to the fullest
Bastards ducking when Hov be buckin’ chicken heads be cluckin’
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen and Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen back when Rodman was a Piston
Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
“Lord, we know who we are
Yeah, we know not what we may be”
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
I’m from Marcy houses where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that’s where it all started
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’ll pack a nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona Lisa
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas ya’ll
Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus?

Jacques Mario Gentil – Don’t You Try To Say Goodbye Lyrics

JACQUES MARIO GENTILDon’t You Try To Say Goodbye Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Time’s running out tonight
Hope fading out of sight
Standing in the pouring rain
Awaiting this forever coming train
The minutes turn like hours
And it seems to me somehow
This day will not be ours
Maybe it is meant to be that way
Maybe you’re not supposed to hear me say
[Chorus]
Don’t you try to say goodbye
Don’t you try to say goodbye
Time’s not on my side
And I don’t want to cry
So don’t you try to say goodbye
[Verse 2]
Remembering It’s Too Late
I know that I will hate
This song we used to sing
But now it will mean a different thing
And those timeless memories
They’ll wash the happy years
With all the bitter tears
Oh one thing that I want you to know
Please just hold on and don’t let go
[Chorus]
And don’t you try to say goodbye
Don’t you try to say goodbye
Time’s not on my side
And I don’t want to cry
Don’t you try to say goodbye
Please don’t try to say goodbye
Time’s not on my side
And I don’t want to cry
[Bridge]
Oh now minutes away from you
I’ve done all that I can do
To hold you in my arms for one more time
But I’m hearing suddenly
My heart beating inside of me
Louder than the sound of a flat line
[Chorus]
Don’t you try to say goodbye
Don’t you try to say goodbye
I know time’s not on our side
Trying so hard not to cry
Don’t you try to say goodbye, oh sweet darling
Please don’t try to say goodbye
Time’s not on our side
You won’t see me cry
Don’t you try to say goodbye
It’s so hard to say goodbye
But I guess I have to say goodbye

Bunda maluca – Mc Lustosa letra

Letra Mc Lustosa – Bunda maluca
Essa novinha
Não brinca em serviço
É dedicada em tudo que faz
Até pra dançar
Tem que ser no capricho
Me impressiono quando ela cai.(bunda maluca)
Com a bunda no chão, e vai
Com a bunda no chão
Versuri-lyrics.info
Sensualizando, desce rebolando
Com a bunda travando
Que tá bom demaisss. Mc Lustosa letras
Video Mc Lustosa

Someday

Lyrics to ‘Someday’ by Lil Bibby:

–Hook: PnB Rock–
Some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Kill the Opps and wake up and jugg some days
Just ta make sure that my family good some day Yea
But some how some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Kill the Opps and wake up and jugg some days
Just ta make sure that my family good some day
–Verse 1: Lil Bibby–
Remember having 50 cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My homie could have been Jordan but he got changed
Yeah youngin and had hoop dreams
But I know a few things
That I can serve prolly get some Jordans and some new jeans
The main objective was to make it out
By any means if I find out where to plug stay I’m stakin out
A long ways to go but look how far we came
You can look into a nigga eyes you can see the pain
Everybody witchu when it’s sunny that’s the game
But 99% uh niggas leave when it rain
My neighborhood dream killin
Life stealin
He wanna be a hitter till he got life in prison
Racist ass police jus tryna convict em
It’s crazy cuz 9 Outta 10 he’ll be a victim
–Hook: PnB Rock–
Some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Kill the Opps and wake up and jugg some days
Just ta make sure that my family good some day Yea
But some how some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Kill the Opps and wake up and jugg some days
Just ta make sure that my family good some day
–Verse 2: Lil Bibby–
Uh, look, All them homicides
Had a nigga traumatized
You know I apologize
Fa all them times my momma cried
A couple partners died
I miss ma fallen soldiers
Fa them I’m spittin fire like the kid got halitosis
They call us vultures
But, we ain have no coaches
Nothing in the fridge, Lotta rats Lotta roaches
Same city as Obama and Oprah
But niggas 13 totin guns they’ll smoke ya
Now I’m about ta open up
They ain’t have no hope for us
I ain’t never seen Ye’
He ain’t never show us nun
Inna hood every day, serving all the smokers
Young nigga gettin older
Heart got alot colder
Right from wrong, shit, nobody never showed us
I mine as well listen ta this devil on ma shoulders
I had a dream I was whippin Inna rover
So I chased the dream
Got the cream
Out the hood by any means
–Hook: PnB Rock–
Some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Kill the Opps and wake up and jugg some days
Just ta make sure that my family good some day Yea
But some how some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Kill the Opps and wake up and jugg some days
Just ta make sure that my family good some day

Lambo

Stealing my swag by the handful
You know that we mobbing
We keep the car running
That’s just how we move like Sopranos
Got her bending like a camel
I got the feds in a scramble
Anything possible, you gotta get it
And I had to make the example
The block got me covered like flannel
I keep it lit like a candle
–Chorus–
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on the sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing, you talking ’bout work
But that ain’t your pack, its your mans though
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on the sandals
And she say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race the Lambo
I just wanna race the Lambo
–Verse 2–
She gave me top so sincere
Pulled up and brought her friends here
I got the whole hood in here
Just had to make that real clear
I want the diamonds this clear
I wanna shine like Ric Flair
I need a million this year
Duck in the Lambo, switch gears
SKKRR
Shawty come ride with a winner
She taking it off ’cause I take her there
You a beginner, don’t take it there
You owe me, know they ain’t playing fair
We bust the work down and [?]
You know my circle ain’t into squares
–Chorus–
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on the sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing, you talking ’bout work
But that ain’t your pack, its your mans though
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on my sandals
And she say I’m too hard to handle Lyrics to ‘Lambo’ by Cousin Stizz:

–Chorus–
(ooh)
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on the sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing, you talking ’bout work
But that ain’t your pack, its your mans though
I just wanna race the Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on my sandals
And she say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race the Lambo
I just wanna race the Lambo
–Verse 1–
Bro had his own in the pen
Way before I had a fan though
I’m drinking straight out the handle
Remy Ma made me go Rambo
Heard you spitting, change the channel
I put 10k on the mantle
Why these boys sound like my samples?

Strapped

Lyrics to ‘Strapped’ by ASAP Twelvyy:

–Intro: Sample, A$AP Twelvyy, & A$AP Rocky–
[?]
Yeah, shit fell up in my lap

Did You See Remix

Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with my bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
Did you see what I done? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with the bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
–Verse 2–
[?]
In the smoke with me, I’d jump in the fire for you
Die for you, [?] smile for you
[?]
I’m just a hoodlum, smile every day
You should see where I come from
You should see what I’ve done
Thought it was a one-done
She kept it a hun-dun
–Pre-Chorus: French Montana–
She poked the top, I backed up on her
We fell in love on the corner
You the plug, I’m the outlet socket
Drop top it, 8 ball, right pocket
Montana
–Chorus: J Hus–
Did you see what I done? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with my bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
Did you see what I done? Lyrics to ‘Did You See Remix’ by J Hus:

–Intro: J Hus & French Montana–
You know what is when you hear that]
Did you see what..? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
–Chorus: J Hus–
Did you see what I done? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with my bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
Did you see what I done? Montana
Did you see what I done? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with the bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
–Outro: French Montana–
J, what up? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with my bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
Did you see what I done? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with the bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
–Chorus: J Hus–
Did you see what I done? (Yeah yeah)
Did you see what I done? Ride with the clique, smoke, lick it up
Then hop, jump, skip, quick to pick her up
And you should see when I come
Come in the left lane, leave with the right one
[?], white one, two tuck
Baby, I ain’t [?], clipped like a hyphen
About to go bananas
How you 2 steppin’ with the dances
Blue and white diamonds like Kansas
–Pre-Chorus: French Montana–
She poked the top, I backed up on her
We fell in love on the corner
You the plug, I’m the outlet socket
Drop top it, 8 ball, right pocket
Montana
–Chorus: J Hus–
Did you see what I done? Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I’m just a hoodlum, I came with the bonsam
When niggas wanna try somethin’
–Verse 1: French Montana–
J, what up?

Tyrant Remix

See, life is crazier now
I know you’re just tryna figure it out
How to be the man without
And still be baby Danny
Bring honor to your family
Peace
–Chorus: Kali Uchis–
All around we go (all around, all around)
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
Wanna seize the throne (I know you wanna, I know you wanna)
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
–Outro: Kali Uchis–
We’re goin’ ’round and around and around, goin’ down, down
We’re goin’ ’round and around and around, goin’ down, down Lyrics to ‘Tyrant Remix’ by Kali Uchis:

Adding lyrics
–Intro: Kali Uchis–
Baby dímelo
Dímelo, dímelo, dímelo
–Verse 1: Kali Uchis–
All I hear is sirens
In a world so violent
Would you be a tyrant
If I gave you power
Would you take it out
Look me in my iris
I can read your silence
When everything is a riot
You’re my peace and quiet
–Chorus: Kali Uchis–
All around we go
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round
Wanna seize the throne
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round
–Verse 2: Kali Uchis–
Word on the street, you got hoes
I disappear like El Chapo
‘Til you said you would cut off the whole world
If little old me would be yours
Mira, mira, míralo (míralo, míralo)
Papi está rico, papi está guapo (papi está guapo)
The worlds been asking us to lose control
All we ever do is French like Brigitte Bardot (Brigitte Bardot)
–Chorus: Kali Uchis–
All around we go (all around, all around)
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
Wanna seize the throne (I know you wanna, I know you wanna)
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
–Bridge: Kali Uchis–
Baby dímelo
Dímelo, dímelo, dímelo
–Verse 3: Daniel Caesar–
Jeez Louise, Danny Caes
Flowers gon’ to your head, boy I see
Let me put your mind at ease
You wanna be a tyrant
Do you have it in you?

Man Of The Hour

Lyrics to ‘Man Of The Hour’ by Statik Selektah:

–Chorus: 2 Chainz–
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
–Verse 1: 2 Chainz–
Uh, fresh dressed
Neat-pressed, naw
If I fall off, I get up and wipe myself off
I used to go to sleep cuddling a [?]
Just the trials and tribulations
This the files I don’t wanna open
They don’t wanna see ya at the banquet
They don’t wanna see you niggas make it
They don’t wanna see that trophy, huh
I welcome yours with open arms
I give that lady a throat massage
I put your house in my fourth garage
Perpendicular ignorant cross with articulate
Southside, using Ben Franklin for benefits
Dirk Diggler with intent, like [?]
Kush for a supplement
I’m the reason [?] had a waiting list
Please don’t make me sign you up for the faking list
–Chorus: 2 Chainz–
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
–Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa–
High as fuck off the joint that I just rolled
Riding round in a cloud of that kush smoke
Put my generation on the good dope
Now we all getting high as D’Angelo notes
Getting paid with each quote
Perfecting my game with each stroke
Tryna eat good and gain weight
Lame niggas wanna provoke us
Coincidentally I ain’t broke
Into fashion but the weed is the only thing that choke us
I’m in my bag, God told me anything I want I could have
Anytime I want, I can brag
I be grinding, I don’t relax
And real niggas gon’ respect that
Nigga my passport full and I got jet lag
Homie, I am
–Chorus: 2 Chainz–
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)

Lit

Lyrics to ‘Lit’ by Steve Aoki:

–Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)–
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go
–Verse 1: Gucci Mane–
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip
–Chorus: T-Pain–
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit
–Verse 2: Gucci Mane–
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga? Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci
–Chorus: T-Pain–
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?

Move To L.A.

with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight
–Chorus Ty Dolla $ign–
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
–Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga–
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, “Get back at it, girl”
–Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign–
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
–Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign–
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. Lyrics to ‘Move To L.A.’ by Tyga:

–Intro–
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
–Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign–
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
–Verse 1: Tyga–
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

Peace Sign

Stay tuned! Lyrics to ‘Peace Sign’ by Sevyn Streeter:

Lyrics will be available as soon as the album is released. From snippet:
–Verse 1–
Hey babe
I ain’t Got no T-shirt on
Hey babe
I ain’t got no Panties on, No
Cause I just got out the shower
I just put my lotion on
And you know my skin won’t glow for hours…