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Alaine – Hold A Vibes Lyrics

ALAINEHold A Vibes Lyrics
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
The drum, the bass guitar strumming tonight we celebrating
everything
we celebrate
if it’s your anniversary your birthday or just another day
we celebrate
cause we don’t wanna worry bout wrong or right
so mek me just wanna vibes tonight
the reggae music sweet and me feel so nice
mek me just wanna vibes tonight
When tommorrow comes we’ll worry bout
the things that son of mine
but tonight we gonna feel alright
so make me just wanna vibes
just wanna vibes tonight
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
just wanna vibes tonight
to all our friends who passed away
in heaven shining down we miss you still
we pour our drink
cause we dont wanna worry bout wrong or right
so mek me just wanna vybes tonight
the reggae music sweet and me feel so nice
mek me just wanna vibes tonight
When tommorrow comes we’ll worry bout
the things that son of mine
but tonight we gonna feel alright
so make me just wanna vibes
just wanna vibes tonight
yeah yeah yeah yeah
tonight
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
so mek me just wanna vibes tonight
here’s to you, here’s to love
here’s to me, here’s to us
and the life that we live in
memories will never end
cause we dont wanna worry bout wrong or right
so mek me just wanna vibes tonight
the reggae music sweet and me feel so nice
mek me just wanna vibes tonight
When tommorrow comes we’ll worry bout
the things that son of mine
but tonight we gonna feel alright
so make me just wanna vibes
just wanna vibes tonight X2

Anne-marie – Ciao Adios Lyrics

Don’t need to deny the hurt and the lies
And all of the things that you did to me
I swear, I know you did
And now you take her out, in your fancy car
And you make out in the rain
And when she rings you up
She know where you are
But I know differently
Now she sings along, when you play guitar
Making brand new memories
Hope you treat her better than you treated me
I’m onto you, yeah you
I’m not your number one
I saw you, with her
Kissing and having fun
If you’re giving all of your money and time
I’m not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I’m done (I’m done)
Ciao adios, I’m done (no, no, no, no)
Ciao adios, I’m done
If you’re giving all of your money and time
I’m not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I’m done
And now you take her out, in your fancy car
And make out in the rain
And when she rings you up
She know where you are
But I know differently
Now she sings along, when you play guitar
Making brand new memories
Hope you treat her better than you treated me
I’m onto you, yeah you
I’m not your number one
I saw you, with her
Kissing and having fun
If you’re giving all of your money and time
I’m not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I’m done (I’m done)
Ciao adios, I’m done (you get on with your life, I’ll get on with my life)
Ciao adios, I’m, I’m done
If you’re not giving all of your money and time
I’m not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I’m done ANNE-MARIECiao Adios Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Ask you once, ask you twice now
There’s lipstick on your collar
You say she’s just a friend now
Then why don’t we call her
So you want to go on with someone
To do all the things you used to do to me
I swear, I know you do
Used to take me out, in your fancy car
And make out in the rain
And when I ring you up
Don’t know where you are
‘Til I hear her say your name
Used to sing along, when you played guitar
Just a distant memory
Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha
I’m onto you, yeah you
I’m not your number one
I saw you, with her
Kissing and having fun
If you’re giving all of your money and time
I’m not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you
Ciao adios, I’m done
Ciao adios, I’m done
Ciao adios, I’m done
After three, after four times
Why did I bother? Tell me how many more times
Does it take to get smarter?

Ramzi – If I Say Lyrics

RAMZIIf I Say Lyrics
I been sitting here so long
Thinkin how this came to be
Don’t know if it’s right or wrong
Cause you’re the closest friend to me
You’re the one that I would call
When I needed somebody there
I know it makes no sense
But would you understand
If I say that I love you
If I told you what’s the deal
If I say that I love you
Tell me how you feel
If I say that I love you
Would you like at me the same
Cause I don’t know wanna throw it all away
If I say that I love you
If I say that I love you
Tell me how you feel
If I say that I love you
Throw it all away
Baby I can’t look into your eyes
Cause I’m scared that you might see
What I feel inside
What you really mean to me
And baby I can’t run away
So I really need to know
Need to know
If I say that I love you
If I say that I love you
Tell me how you feel
If I say that I love you
Throw it all away

Pawnshop Kings – Love Like Jesus Lyrics

PAWNSHOP KINGSLove Like Jesus Lyrics
I wanna walk this out with my head held high
I wanna see the world looking through your eyes
I wanna know that you’re leading me
I wanna do what you ask of me
I wanna walk this out with my head held high
And love (the forgotten ones)
And love (the children)
And love (the friendless)
I wanna love like jesus
I wanna believe in all the things you say
I wanna trust the promises that you have made
I wanna know that you’re leading me
I wanna do what you ask of me
I wanna walk this out with my head held high
And love (the forgotten ones)
And love (the children)
And love (the friendless)
I wanna love like jesus
And love (the forgotten ones)
And love (the children)
And love (the friendless)
I wanna love like jesus
And when my life is good and done
I wanna find my way back home
And when my life fades away
I wanna hear the good lord say
Well done
Well done
I wanna love like jesus
I wanna believe the things my eyes can’t see
I wanna draw my water where the well runs deep
I wanna know that you’re leading me
I wanna do what you ask of me
I wanna walk this out with my head held high
And love (the forgotten ones)
And love (the friendless)
And love (the children)
I wanna love like jesus
And love (the forgotten ones)
And love (the children)
And love (the friendless)
I wanna love like jesus
When my life is good and done
I wanna find my way back home
When my light fades away
I wanna hear the good lord say
Well done, well done
Well done, well done
Well done, well done
I wanna love like jesus
Well done, well done
Well done, well done
Well done
I wanna love like jesus

Maension – Labyrinth Lyrics

I can see these walls, standing in my face and I can’t escape them
But I feel this time I am getting closer to what I have been searching
I feel it in my veins that I am
Here for something more then this
I can solve this riddle
And i will no matter what
I can see these walls, standing in my face and I can’t escape them
But I feel this time I am getting closer to what I have been searching
Never will I give up
On finding this out MAENSIONLabyrinth Lyrics
I try to keep myself from falling
Into that hole again
But I am trapped here in this labyrinth
Trying to find an exit
I can see these walls, standing in my face and I can’t escape them
But I feel this time I am getting closer to what I have been searching
I ask myself what is the price
For wanting to look over the fence
Can you lift me up
So I can satisfy my eager eyes?

DJ Khaled – Asahd Talk (Thank You Asahd) (Grateful Album)

[Speech: DJ Khaled & Asahd Tuck Khaled]
My son, Asahd, thank you for executive producing Grateful. Yes boy, yes boy, yes boy, yes boy, yes boy. I love you.

DJ Khaled – Unchanging Love (Grateful Album)

ooh, ooh
If it wasn’t for your love
How I woulda make it through? ooh
If it wasn’t for your grace and your mercy
That kept me through
I couldn’t do it on my own
I couldn’t do this all alone
[Chorus]
I was young
Now I’m old, yeah
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
I was young
Now I’m old
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
I was young
Now I’m old
I was young
Yeah, yeah
Mighty bueno [Intro]
Unchanging love, unchanging love
Almighty bueno
Almighty bueno
Almighty eres mi todo
Mightier though
[Chorus]
Once I was young
Now I’m old, yeah
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
Unchanging love, more than a blessing
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
[Verse 1]
I was so confused at a tender age
So caught in a world full of hate
Used to make the wrong choices along the way
I know that I gotta make a change
Finally the loving inside
I started to do some meditation
But it was you, oh Most High
Cuff ’em in the outside

[Chorus]
Once I was young
Now I’m old, yeah
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
Unchanging love, more than a blessing
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
[Verse 2]
If it wasn’t for your love
How I woulda make it through?

DJ Khaled – Interlude (Grateful Album)

Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am? Said all that I could say
Now I play with thoughts of retirement
[Hook: J. Lord, I ask if anything would change? Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it
[Produced by Hollywood JB] Lord, I ask if anything would change? Cole]
Tables do turn and labels do burn
The second they ask you to sell your soul
Don’t you do it, don’t you fold
Say "Fuck that shit" and be bold
Cause all them stories you told
On records worth more than gold
And if you never go gold again, at least you would know
The end of your road was chose, by you and not companies
Who control our remote control, and hide the truth on my no
But don’t mind me, I’m just high again
Smokin’ weed to get by again
No, actually I’m lyin’
Cause smokin’ it got me smilin’
And rhyming like I rhyme
Way back when I would play the violin
Thought that shit wasn’t cool
Momma sorry, I just stopped tryin’ it
Paid for your house
In hopes there’d be no more reason for cryin’
That shows you how stupid I am
Cause niggas is out here dying
From police that flash the siren
And pull up and just start firin’
Niggas murkin’ each other
In murky water I try and swim
How the fuck do I look
When I brag to you ’bout some diamond? Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am? Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it
[Hook: J. Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit? [Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit? Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit? I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)
[Verse: J. I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)
[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?

DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! [Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! [Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! [Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly
[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger
[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever! That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account
[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever! [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe
[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I.) (Grateful Album)

ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
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 boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found 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!)

[Chorus: 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, ice)
I done iced out my charms
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? [Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music! Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I 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!)
[Chorus: 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, 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 [Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
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, you can see
DJ Khaled! [Chorus: Future & (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! (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (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 on 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
[Chorus: 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, ice)
I done iced out my charms
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry 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, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?

DJ Khaled – That Range Rover Came With Steps (feat. Future & Yo Gotti) (Grateful Album)

Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin’ the money up if I’m being honest
Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me
I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty
I tried to tell ’em it ain’t my fault, it’s just my blessings called me
But since they hatin’ on an nigga I’ma keep ballin’
And I ain’t textin’ that bitch back because she keep stallin’
If she ain’t fuckin first night then she just miss her callin’
Fuck a plea, I’m goin’ to trial, poker face, I’m all in
Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil’, I’m all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain’t see ’em callin’
I worked so hard for mine I’m tryna get some free bands
I’m the king of the city, my house Graceland
No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man
That’s why your favorite rapper actin’ like the dope man nigga [Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Fuck! [Verse 1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here nigga
I seen your comment on my way here
I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
Bentayga with the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start
I can’t name how many times they tried to clone me
I can’t name all the names that tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the devil
Sidity thots, know they ain’t forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better, that’s on all the cars
The Maybach park itself, nigga
That Range Rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back, I’m eating filet mignon
He been 44’n all year, I put that Rollie on
Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on
They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga
I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
The Goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I’m in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin’ it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it’s finicky
I’m tryna love you but I doubt I’ll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind, it’s hard to be cohesive
Gettin’ that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave ’em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers
Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em
Don’t forget to look at niggas when they after ya
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you ‘fore I knew you
I know I’m blessed nigga, hallelujah (I’m grateful)
And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt)
You don’t fuck with me, the feeling mutual (fuck you)
Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (fuck ’em)
I was selling keys to success
I was coppin’ keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
Let’s talk ’bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin’
Let’s talk ’bout runnin’ that bag up fast cause we ain’t got no patience
Let’s talk ’bout poppin’ strips and Xans like we’re patients
And them fed’s allegations will have you pacin’
Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 mil’, I’ma race you
Dope boy, I ain’t never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it’s Thursday, you heard? Fuckin’ lawsuits nigga
We the Best Music! Murder rate, murder rap nigga
Real shit, Pluto
Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got ’em
DJ Khaled!

DJ Khaled – Pull A Caper (feat. Kodak Black, Gucci Mane & Rick Ross) (Grateful Album)

Another one
DJ Khaled! [Hook: Kodak Black]
I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma go, I’ma go, I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got you, Khaled, it’s Wizop
It’s the Dapper Don going on a trapathon
Serving coked out food and kush, I call it a triathlon
In a red Don with an Amazon
She pissed me off, I just found out she got her panties on
A year ago seen niggas get stabbed over honey buns
It may sound funny to you, found out he got punctured lungs
I just want the funds, I don’t rap for fun
I rarely post the money, I never pose with guns
Went from a robber to the upper upper echelon
Just to get here I had to rob a couple Mexicans
But free Kodak Black, bring Lil’ Kodak back
Cause they don’t wanna see you move into their cul-de-sac
[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma go, I’ma go, I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
It’s do or die on my side of things
Destiny is my livelihood
I’m Iverson with the long braids
Three cellphones with the gold fronts
Wild thing ’til I Yao Ming
Five rings, past nine seasons
Big money, that’s our thing
Heavyweight, I Ali ’em
Featherweight how I leave ’em
Heaven’s sakes, God’s need ’em
Bob weave rock the Colosseum
I’m the biggest nigga, you got gonorrhea
Baddest bitches make my collage
Biggest buds make my cigars
Basic bitches and custom cars
Blowjobs in the SLR’s
Realest ones wanna watch you shine
Smoking good and I’m talking facts
Iced out like DJ Khaled
Burn it down with Kodak Black

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma go, I’ma go, I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper Glee! [Intro: DJ Khaled & Kodak Black]
We The Best Music!

DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean [Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled! [Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who?

DJ Khaled – Good Man (feat. Pusha T & Jadakiss) (Grateful Album)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Please, Khaled, don’t pair me or compare me
Unless the said party is a rare breed
The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me
At this point now, rap is only therapy
President Push, I’m more Eric B
I ain’t no joke, check out my melody
Felony, felony, felony, that’s all they selling me
But two million in large bills is billing me
I was on the wrong side of the law
Like Pac was on the wrong side of the car
Like B.I.G. [Intro: Pusha T & DJ Khaled]
Yeah
We the Best Music! ‘Cause I know when I look in the mirror, I know what I see
You peasants don’t deserve my presence
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
You portraying other individuals
Me, I’m just weighing my residuals
From where success is the bare minimal
You a rapper, I’m a criminal
I had money before they found y’all
That’s why I feel funny around y’all
Lord, bless those praying for my downfall
If I get too deep, don’t let me drown, y’all
Hearing ’em talking ’bout how to flip a key
Started moving that Daddy Kane and Nicky D
Had the whole YPD sick of me
Don’t sit, if you get tired, just pick a knee
Bet it all or bet it large
Now the coke or the pills or the crack, all these credit cards
I just laughed and I shrug at it
‘Cause the niggas with the money are the drug addicts
Kiss Haha
Yeah, I know who the fuck I am
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yuugh, tell me how you fit in
Was you a street nigga when Nas said It’s Written
When Reasonable Doubt dropped, how was you living? I was leading up the grinding in my kitchen
Getting work from Detroit like a piston
We was on a mission, stuff it in a Michelin
I could spend a year reminiscing
The length of your career, reminiscing
We can’t occupy the same space
We ain’t even running the same race
When it come to these bitches, it ain’t the same chase
Moynat versus Celine, we ain’t the same taste
Therefore, it’s no comparison
To be mentioned with you niggas is embarrassing
I am one Joe blow, you know my narrative
Clear your sinus like Claritin
Push
[Interlude: Jadakiss]
When you look in the mirror, what do you see, nigga? DJ Khaled! at the Soul Train Awards
The moral is all greats been driven
G-Wagons are bulletproof
The ones before me got snatched like bullet tooth
Tony nigga, only one left from the drug era
The jewelry weighs more in the drug mirror
[Interlude: Pusha T]
Yeah, what you see when you look in the mirror, nigga?

Mademoiselle – Black paroles

Je te veux toujours aupres de moi
Tu es ma moitié, oui mon âmesoeur c’est toi
Tu es ma promise j’suis sur de ça
Je veux qu’on passe notre vie ensemble Yeah
Donne-moi ta main, mon coeur ta choisis
Donne-moi ta main, fait de moi ton mari
Donne-moi ta main, oui soyons unis
Veut-tu devenir ma femme? Mademoiselle Yeah Heheheheheee
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiselle
Non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiselle
Yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiselle
Oh Oh non. Tu es la seule qui ravive ma flamme
Tu a gueri mon coeur et mon âme
Je t’aime pour tout ce que tu incarne
Heyyy
Tu es ma confidente, tu connais ma viie
Je sais que c’est toi qui a sienne me l’a dis
Je te veux toi pour le meilleur et le pire
Ecoute ce que mon coeur veut te dire
Hey.(mademoiselle)
Lady, ton absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je te veux a mes cotes faire de toi madame
Oh Oh Oh Hear. Ma complice, celle qui m’accompagne
Tu es celle qui m’apaise et me soigne
My love Oh Oh
Mademoiselle yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Non non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Yeah hehehehehe versuri-lyrics.info
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Oh Oh non
Mademoiselle yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Non non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Oh Oh non
Hearrr. Lady, ton absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je te veux a mes cotes, faire de toi madame
Oh Oh Oh. Lady, tOn absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je veux ta main pOur y passer la bague
Oh Oh Oh. Paroles Blacko – Mademoiselle
Veux-tu devenir ma femme? Mademoiselle yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Non non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Oh Oh non
Elle a voulu être madame, ma complice, ma compagne
Tu es celle qui m’apaise et me soigne
L’etincelle qui a rallumée la flamme
Avec toi, ma colère s’éloigne
Veux-tu devenir ma femme? Blacko paroles
Video Blacko Lady, ton absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je veux ta main pour y passer la bague
Oh Oh Oh.

Daca ma simti – DMC versuri

Spune-mi daca,daca
Daca ma simti.. Versuri DMC – Daca ma simti
Ai aparut atunci cand eu am renuntat la tot
Am simtit fiori pe spate atunci cand te-am privit in ochi
Si-am inceput sa te descopar parte cu parte
Si nu aveam sa stiu ca povestea merge mai departe
N-am avut vre-un interes,stii si tu ca-s mai de piatra
M-ai schimbat,iti multumesc,esti cea mai tare fata
Dar stiam ca esti deja luata.. Versuri DMC
Video simti Doamna,doamna,doamnea mea! Ei,spune-mi daca,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa te minti
Spune-mi daca,daca
Hai,spune-mi fata,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa ma minti. Ei,spune-mi daca,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa te minti
Spune-mi daca,daca
Hai,spune-mi fata,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa ma mintiii. versuri-lyrics.info
Ai o relatie pe bune,vre-o 8 ani si ceva parca
Si nu am fost niciodata de acord sa-ti tradezi partea
Dar am calcat pe principii c-am simtit ca-mi esti jumatatea
Ma completai perfect,ma intelegeai perfect
Si ma priveai perfect si imi zambeai discret
Si ne scriam mesaje dupa ce adormea
Si te voiam atat de mult incat sa te fac a mea.. Dar e mai greu de atat,treaba devine pe bune
Ne indragostim tot mai mult,nici nu ne mai spunem pe nume.(daca ma simti)
Doamna,doamna,doamnea mea! Spune-mi daca,daca
Daca ma simti…ooooo,daca ma siiimti! oooo,daca ma simti! E vorba doar de iubire,mai e un pas pana vii
Ne vedem pe ascuns… parca am fii doi copii
Avem atat de multe lucruri in comun,si e tare
Aceeasi zodie,aceleasi stari,aceeasi culoare
Aceleasi asteptari de la lumea din jur
Ti-am repetat ca daca nu vei fii a mea am sa te fur
Ne vedem tarziu in noapte,ne prinde dimineata
Doar noi doi,un cer senin,e dragoste de data asta
Nu mai e vorba de atractie sau frumusete-n joc
E vorba ca-mi vibrezi in inima si sa te scot nu pot
Si stiu ca nu e ok,ca ai deja pe cineva
Dar spune-mi tu ce sa fac daca inima mea te vrea
Daca inima ta ma vrea,in mine iti gasesti linistea
Daca nu ma vezi o zi,nu te mai simti in pielea ta
SI ti-am spus ca te ador,nu sa te duc in dormitor
Ti-am spus cat esti de frumoasa,si-am spus-o de atatea ori..

Bal harbour – Tory Lanez feat. Asap Ferg lyrics

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmainnn. Tory Lanez lyrics
Video harbour I just f*cked your b*tch, now she hangin’ with the crew
She hopped up in my whip ’cause she know I got the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switchin’ lanes, nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me, baby
These dollar signs be drivin’ me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday versuri-lyrics.info
I love her, then f*ck her like everyday
I’m gonna just cuff and f*ck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you f*ckin’ with him? He cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a Payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil’ dome in the Lear. Pullin’ up
Rolls Royce gave ’em no choice
When I’m tellin’ b*tches hop in
Rolls Royce gave ’em no voice
Push button and the door close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you f*ck niggas, I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause f*ck nigga weighin’ me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that s**t playin’ around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
f*ck nigga, sit the f*ck down
Don’t it make you mad, you see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m tryna do is put my dog on
Get this money ’til it’s all gone. I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain. Lyrics Tory Lanez – Bal harbour
I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

Bob Ricci – My Girlfriend’s Back Lyrics

BOB RICCIMy Girlfriend’s Back Lyrics
[Parody of “My Boyfriend’s Back” by The Angels]
My girlfriend’s back and you’re gonna be in trouble
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
If you see her coming better head out on the double
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
She’s the biggest girl in all the 6th grade
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
If I were you I’d go and find a teacher aid
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
Yeah, you thought that you were funny
Now she’s taking your lunch money
She’s stayed back for quite a few years
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
She smokes and drinks and she’s got all her pubic hairs
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
That’s her Harley sitting out in the schoolyard
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
You’re gonna wish you never called me a retard
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
Cause you thought you were so funny
Now look who’s got your lunch money
You’ve been spreading lies that I contracted cooties
And now my girl is gonna kick your little bootie
Wait and see
If you wanna see your Mom we’ll need some compensation
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
So cough up your Pokemons and your Playstation
(Hey-la hey-la my girlfriend’s back)
Yeah my girlfriend’s back
Well alright now, my girlfriend’s back
Well I can see her coming so you better start a running
All right now, yeah
Here comes my little addict with her semi-automatic
All right now, yeah

George Jones – We Didn’t See A Thing Lyrics

GEORGE JONESWe Didn’t See A Thing Lyrics
Well I swear I didn’t see you with your wife’s best girlfriend
Drinkin’ beer and a dancin’ to that western swing
And I didn’t see you kiss her and leave that barroom with her
No I didn’t see you and I didn’t see you and we didn’t see a thing
George I know I didn’t hear you tell that bloudm that you weren’t married
I know I didn’t see you hidin’ your weddin’ ring either did I
And I know I couldn’t have heard you call your wife
And tell her that you were working
No I didn’t see you and I didn’t see you and we didn’t see a thing
We’ve got to stick together to keep our stories straight
No don’t forget Ray I was down in Atlanta sure you were and I was workin’ late
Yeah you know it’s always good to see you George it’s good to see you too
But I didn’t see you and I didn’t see you and we didn’t see a thing
[ guitar ]
Hey Ray by the way do you leave that hundred bucks you owe me
I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about George
Well I’m sure you recall our bet on last night’s football game
No I don’t but you know if I had seen you I certainly would’ve paid ya
But I didn’t see you and I didn’t see you and we didn’t see a thing
We’ve got to stick together to keep our stories straight
Don’t forget I was down in Atlanta and don’t you forget I was working late
But I didn’t see you and I didn’t see you and we didn’t see a thing
I didn’t see you and I didn’t see you and we didn’t see a thing

Nicole Westbrook – It’s Thanksgiving Lyrics

(alright) We we we are gonna have a good time. And what you did. December was Christmas. Gotta be grateful, can’t be hateful. With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh! (alright)
School is out, I can shout, thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time. I’m wide awake. The things you’ve done. (alright)
Can’t deny
Havin’ good times
We’d be laughing till we cry
It’s Thanks
Thanks Thanks Thanksgiving
Come on
It’s Thanks
Thanks Thanks Thanksgiving
Give em Thanksgiving Yo! Oh oh oh. Oh yeah. And the 4th of July, but now it’s Thanksgiving. Come on. April was Easter. It’s Thanksgiving. Source: LYBIO.net
December was Christmas. It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving
Yo. Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we are gonna have a good time. Oh yeah. With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time. We we we we are gonna have a good time. Oh oh oh. Yeah yeah. Uuu, yeah. With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh,
It’s Thanksgiving. NICOLE WESTBROOKIt’s Thanksgiving Lyrics
Oh oh woh. It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving Can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful. We we we we are gonna have a good time. Mash potatoes on my – on my table. Alright. And the 4th of July, but now it’s Thanksgiving. I got ribs smelling up my neighbor’s cribs. Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. You know we I gotta have. April was Easter. Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. Oh oh oh. We we we we are gonna have a good time. Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we we are gonna have a good time. (Christmas) January was New Year (New Year). January was New Year. With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh! With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time. Oh oh oh. I gotta give thanks to you, and you, and you. (come on girl)
Nothing is forbidden. No matter how you do, no matter what you say, this is my favorite. And I should take. It’s Thanksgiving giving giving and I’m trying to be forgiving. A step and say thank you, thank you. Alright yeah
Oh oh oh.