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4lyn – Knukkohed Lyrics

And no one laughs when I am done. Attention! Attention! Collidin’ with everyone that’s fukkin’ with me. My heart, my heart is made of stone! (What the hell did I do wrong?)
You laughed and beat me up for fun. Beautiful, sorry baby that’s what I’m not! Ignorant, that is how I live my whole life. Chorus
Get outta, get outta, get outta my head! My heart, my heart is made of stone! Explodin’ 3 2 1, come and get some. (Get the fukk out!)
Unattractive at every hot spot. (Get the fukk out!)
(Step out! Step outta, step outta, step outta ,my way! A blindfolded fukker that just don’t give a damn. But now I pay you back. Chorus
Get outta, get outta, get outta my head! Explodin’ 3 2 1, come and get some. Blokkheaded, there is nothing I want to try. 4LYNKnukkohed Lyrics
Barrelminded, sorry baby that’s what I am. Ignorant, bad vibes I got a lot. Boys and girls here I come. Handsome, sorry baby that’s what I’m not! Psychotic, on the edge of insanity. What the hell did I do wrong? Step out!)
So many of you made a joke about a boy like me. Leave me, leave me, leave me alone! Leave me, leave me, leave me alone! Step outta, step outta, step outta ,my way! Boys and girls here I come.

Big Syke – At Your Convenience Lyrics

Alright I’m feelin’ what ya sayin’ okay,
Remember we did it in the Caddy on the highway
My way, I been used to for a long time
Souls are hard to combine, it takes time
Me and my homies have a bond and a plan
I’m your man, it’s just some things you don’t understand
Can we work it out and try to find a way? BIG SYKEAt Your Convenience Lyrics
*phone rings*
[Syke]: What’s up baby?, what you doing? Or never let it out and go our separate ways?…
I don’t know, huh-huh, but I can handle it baby…. Chorus (2x) [Woman]: I’m just in the kitchen cooking you dinner
[Syke]: Hey?, you know what?, I ain’t even gon’ be able to make it
I got to take care ah some business
[Woman]: What, what the f**k is your problem? I’m tired ah this shit, I can’t believ this shit…
Verse 1:
I was so in love with you
Did everything you want me too
Try my best to turn away
The temptation got ya here today
I really wanna let you go
But my mind and body’s telling me no
It’s at your convenience,
So I spend all my time waiting on you
It’s at your convenience
So I don’t know what to do,
Verse 2: Big Syke
Baby I’m bout my money and family and a woman that stands by me
So don’t get upset when you can’t find me
Don’t tie me down,
I’ll come around when my business is through,
I know you had plans and things for us to do but maybe you,
Think I’d rather be someplace maxin’
I’d rather be at your place relaxin’,
Can’t be no everyday quality time playa
I got bills and things to do so I’ll see ya later
Wit you it’s cool I’d be a fool not to get paid
Lay up under you and not pursue what needs to be made
Parlayin’ ain’t possible responsible for carryin’ the weight
Who you lookin’ at when the bills late, oh wait,
What about the trip you wanna take to the Bahamas
Ain’t gon’ be no trip wid all this drama
Ask your momma, about a man always around not wantin’ nothing,
Got to separate to get something,
It’s at whose convenience? Chorus:
It’s at your convenience,
I spend all my time waiting on you
It’s at your convenience
And I don’t know what to do,
(2x)
Verse 3:
My girlfriends say I’m crazy
For wantin’ to have your baby
I tell ’em money’s not the issue
It’s all the time that I miss you
I wanna know why ya friends come before me
All the free time you get you ignore me
Breaking dates, you’re always late
You’re making my love turn into hate
Why does it have to be this way
I thought it was forever and a day
I want it all now
Verse 4:
So much trouble in the world baby
Can’t nobody feel my pain
The strain and pressure in life you had to sacrifice sometime,
To stay on point on a thin line,
Find the closest denominator to stay together
Whatever choice may be, I’m ready for whatever
Cause I slept alone and been alone many a nights
Wid no woman, why we argue over petty fights?

Crystal Shawanda – I Need A Man Lyrics

CRYSTAL SHAWANDAI Need A Man Lyrics
I know I drive you crazy sometimes
I know I throw out words like they were knives
Real sharp knives
I know just how to push your buttons
Sometime I push them all at the same time
Just to mess with your mind
I need a man who will stand up to me when I wanna fight
I need a man who will hold on to me when I wanna cry
I need a man
Someone who just can’t wait
To take me home and love me good and strong
All night long
I need a man who wants to be more than just my friend
I need a man who aches for me again and again
And again and again and again
I need a man
I have misgiving and misconceptions
‘Til you love me just for who I am
Now I understand
I need a man
I need a man
I need a man who stands up to me when I wanna fight
I need a man who holds on to me when I wanna cry
I need a man
I need a man
I need a man
I need a man

Christy Moore – Biko Drum Lyrics

CHRISTY MOOREBiko Drum Lyrics
And they went home on an Easter road
On a silent night tryin’ not to show
Who goes where and who goes when
Thinkin’ some day soon they’ll get it back again
From the ghetto in Capetown to dig the gold
Little boy blue can’t be sold
Under tin roof and a plastic wall
Thinkin’ someday soon we’re goin’ to leave it all
And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum
Transvaal Kids on a Transvaal day
Little by little the show the way
To a city of dreams and solid ground
Thinkin’ someday soon we’re gonna come around
Steve he’s livin’ in a prison cell
All the friends that know hope he’s doin’ well
Down here they listen to the Biko Drum
Down here they listen to the songs he sung
And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum
Nelson listen to the people sing
Nelson Mandela the people’s king
Twenty-five years in a white man’s jail
Twenty-five years we couldn’t make him say
And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum

Cardi B Responds To Nicki Minaj Alleged Diss On “No Flag”

I don't bother with these hoes,Don't let these hoes BOTHER Me !?? In her verse, she raps “Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me / Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me / I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me.” While the entire Twitter universe thought that she was dissing Cardi B, the Young Money rapper tweeted out yesterday that she wasn’t dissing the “Bodak Yellow” rapper and in fact, her verse was written months ago. “I don’t bother with these hoes, Don’t let these hoes BOTHER Me,” she tweeted. https://t.co/0rukxOGyXU
— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) August 25, 2017

#cardib? Cardi B sent out a tweet yesterday that seems like it was a light jab at Nicki Minaj or perhaps she was addressing the controversy and not the PinkPrint rapper directly. … who is she talking about?? The former Love and Hip Hop New York star also took a more direct approach when she let everyone know its going down on sight. Wrote this one a cpl months ago too #NoFlag ??? A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Aug 25, 2017 at 12:46pm PDT The boxing match is expected to make history tonight regardless of who wins, but so far Mayweather, who is at 39-0 win, is the hot favorite. Last night, the Brooklyn rapper performed at the Floyd Mayweather and Conor McGregor weighing event in Las Vegas in front a huge crowd. Cardi’s breakout hit “Bodak Yellow” has risen to number three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and if she makes it to number one, she will first Nicki Minaj to a solo number one record on the chart. She is currently the highest charting female rapper since 2014 when Nicki and Iggy Azalea were dominating the charts. Cardi B has seemingly taken a subtle jab at Nicki Minaj over an alleged diss on London On Da Track’s new single “No Flag.”
Nicki Minaj once again dominated another guest spot on a single that features the likes of 21 Savage and Migos’ Offset. — iamcardib (@iamcardib) August 25, 2017

It sure ain't ????? “I’m knocking b*tches heads off anytime any place,” she wrote on her Instagram stories.

Torete – Moira Dela Torre ( Love You to the Stars and Back)

Lyrics of Torete – Moira Dela Torre ( Love You to the Stars and Back)
Sandali na lang
Maaari bang pagbigyan
Aalis na nga
Maaari bang hawakan nang
Iyong mga kamay
Sana ay maabot ng langit
Ang iyong mga ngiti
Sana ay masilip
[Chorus:]
‘Wag kang mag-alala
Di ko ipipilit sa’yo
Kahit na lilipad ang isip
Ko’y torete sa’yo
Ilang gabi pa nga lang
Nang tayo’y pinagtagpo
Na parang may tumulak
Nanlalamig nanginginig na ako
Akala ko nung una
May bukas ang ganito
Mabuti pang umiwas
Pero salamat na rin at nagtagpo
Torete, torete, torete ako
Torete, torete, torete, sa iyo
[Chorus]
Torete, torete, torete ako
Torete, torete, torete, sa iyo

7a3 – That’s How We’re Livin’ Lyrics

7A3That’s How We’re Livin’ Lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew
They’re puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin the brew
Doin 120 in the car lane
Girl in every lap, cause that’s the name of the game
Destination – come on, you know where we’re goin
Don’t get the wrong idea, nobody’s gigolo’in
We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell
Couldn’t play it on the air, cause it’s kinky as hell
When the boys come together, we do the wild thing
Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting
Screams of passion, voice is goin hoarse
Right in that butt with crazy force
In the morning take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheek
Slam the door shut as I enter the streets
That’s how I’m livin
Yo, that’s how I’m livin
[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]
Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium
’89 Benzes, guess who’s steerin em? ]
Always on the move since the age of the child
To keep my blood pumpin I live the wildstyle
Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust
Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must
Ask me any questions and I take the fifth
Not sayin where we been, or who we’re hangin with
My posse’s lurkin in the heat of the night
Look into the eyes and you never see fright
Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre
Ridin limos, and never drive a car
Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries
Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies
Wake up a 12 and hit the studio
Later on tonight we’ll be filmin the video
Pick up a check at the end of the day
And then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta play
That’s how I’m livin
Yo Muggs
Tell these muthaf**kas how we’re livin
( *Grandmixer Muggs cutting* )
For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I’m sayin? Brooklyn in effect
[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]
Like The Enforcer named Frank Nitty
See the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the city
Caviar dreams, champagne wishes
Makin love to high class bitches
Take you how you want it, cause we are what we are
Makin millions, but on the faces no scars
You’re rollin with a posse, they seem to make you bolder
Talkin mess lookin over your shoulder
Don’t worry ’bout a thing, you won’t get snuffed
We pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed
See, I live on the street, never carry a nine
Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine
Get ill as shit, shootin celo
Got so much money, think I’m sellin by the kilo
I ain’t with it, everybody sells drugs
Left it in the past, we’re educated thugs
Young (young) with an innocent look
Look at the cover, but never judge a book
Just 3, we don’t gangbang
Flip your heads and make your bells ring
So yo, Muggs, tell em what we’re givin
Cause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I’m livin

DJ Kay Slay – Wild One (feat. Rick Ross, 2 Chainz & Meet Sims)

These sticks, these stones be with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one I don’t give a fuck
Love to tell a bitch nigga no
Pussy nigga get it out the mud
Multi-platinum, think I’m going gold
Phone ringin’, put ’em on hold
Grinding, tryna keep it in road
Deal with shit that you’ll never know
By the rules, sticking to the code
Fast cars, status in the game
Got a reputation with the name
Passed the lane, I just want the change
Rappers lame, niggas want the fame
Get out of the way, bitches say I changed
Love the Range, that’ll probly change
Run upon me when you think I am slipping
Big shit gripper, I ain’t timid
[?]
You would think I’m talking [?]
Big bitch always giving mention
Feel a way to get it off your chest
G Shock watch tell the time
These blocks over here is mine
Crap in the barrel ass nigga
Grab at ya while you tryna climb

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one
[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
How you feel? [Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m captivatin’ the bitches, gold flow in my veins
In my Yeezy Adidas and I’m still running from fame
A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain
Double M in this bitch, like Troy Ave I’ma bang
Double park my Carrera, ever step, that’s an error
Go to war for dinero, you better get on my level
He lost his crib to the bank, while I’m swimming in dank
Lessons learned in life, nigga you give or you take
She swallowed me on the first, still a hundred a verse
[?] shells in the heat cause my last season was [?]
Pat Riley of rap, all my niggas got rings
Or at least a Ferrari, they need police on the scene
[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
I had sex with a twin, had the other one crying
Our time is divine, I recline or retire
I ain’t tired of the grind, I’m just tired of you lying
Told my bitch "I got your back," tat my name on her spine
Got my hand on her ass, Givenchy’s on the gas
Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like a soccer dad
I just had to laugh
1-50 in reverse and I know not to crash
If I roll my own joints, then I’m not gon’ pass
I’m getting more paper, I need to get me more haters
I got things bling and this flavor, got this shit looking like Vegas
[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?

Chris Brown – Pills & Automobiles (feat. Yo Gotti, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Ow
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time? I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call? If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you a grown woman
And I know that you know what you’re doing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?

Mastodon – Steambreather

Running outside the Nazca Lines
You know I see you all in white
Hoping you’ll grow the fruitful vines
An array to give us life
Violence born within my mind
I know it always takes its time
Climbing inside the cosmic eye
And forgive the enemy
I wonder who I am
Reflections offer nothing
I wonder where I stand
I’m afraid of myself
Watching you crumble to the ground
Made me want to run away
Helping you find the golden crown
Made it easier to stay
I wonder who I am
Reflections offer nothing
I wonder where I stand
I’m afraid of myself
At the bottom of the mountain
Unaware of my surroundings
Separation from my spirit
Let the tree fall on the plain
I wonder who I am
Reflections offer nothing
I wonder where I stand
I’m afraid of myself

Migos – Too Hotty

Do not play with the K
I pull up and hop in the dirty Wraith (Ghost)
She fuck on a nigga, I fuck her face
I’m gettin’ this money, I’m gettin’ paid (racks)
I just bought a mansion
On the back of the banshee no panties
Where my money lil nigga, demand it
Bought a mansion, the pool got expanded
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff

[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on some molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo! Choppers and shottys
Young nigga, got two bodies (bodies)
Water, faucet, drippin’ on my body (drip)
Spent 10K in Follies, niggas hatin’ watchin’ (Who?)
That’s their only option (option)
‘Cause they not gon’ rob me (Nope!)
Pound a cookie in the backstage of Jimmy Fallon
500 thousand cash backstage at Ellen wildin’
Get right wit cha’, Saint Laurent boots on Gucci saddles
Met Gala, dab capital, abracadabra
You can tell, but don’t tattle (don’t tell, no snitchin’)
Put that bitch on a Addel’ (Adderall)
Treat that bitch like a baby (whoo)
I give her a rattle
She spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled on the pole, yeah I paid her toll
Scotty 2 Hotty, that’s Scotty 2 Hotty
She crankin’ a worm on the pole

[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on some molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Heard it was poppin’ and stuffin’ their pocket with cottage and dressin’ all stylists (stylists)
Ain’t no OG for the knowledge, no benjis for Wallace he pull up big body
One in the chamber, they pocket watchin’, hit him right in his noggin, he droppin’ (noggin)
Scotty 2 Hotty, she fucked everybody, can’t wife the lil’ bitch, she a thotty (thotty)
They know we been a trendin’ topic (know that)
But now this shit lookin’ real obvious (obvious)
We been sellin’ out them arenas but since we went platinum look at the audience (audience)
I poured a fo’, feelin’ nausea (Actavis)
Drinkin’ to help the insomnia (drink)
Migos but move like the mafia
Can’t see it, you need some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain’t ’bout money, can’t talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get up and go get it, but I heard that you had it optional (you did)
I told ’em at school, I was too popular (popular)
The teacher said it was impossible (impossible)
They takin’ the flow and ain’t givin’ us credit so I don’t have nothin’ to offer you
(Take-Takeoff)

[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on some molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it [Intro: Offset]
Whoop, yeah
[Verse 1: Offset]
Father God, Father God
I just wanna live life (life)
Lamborghini, loud pipes (Lamborghini)
Remember all the trial nights (trial)
Pull up in the Poltergeist (skrr)
Hundred thousand on me, yikes (yikes)
Shawty was suckin’ too sloppy
She was too sloppy, I had to roll the dice
They think I’m ‘lluminati ’cause of my profits
Pull up in Poltergeist (skrr)
You had a nigga that’s poppin’ bitch you got nothin’
Bitch, you ain’t do it right (bitch)
Travellin’ across the country
I been gettin’ money, say you get who a night
Coupe make a bitch get a Kreuger fright
You was a bitch and your crews are dykes
I was born to be what I’m goin’ to be
Raindrops on me like a storm on me (raindrops)
He look at my charm but I’m on to he
The devil keep tryna come conquer me
Smokin’ OG in a Fronto leaf
Droppin’ a deuce in the Pure Leaf tea
I don’t got time for no foolery
I’m ’bout to go drop on some jewelry
I’ma tell you lil’ niggas somethin’
Fame blowin’ all you niggas money
Maintain, gotta keep a hundred comin’
Ain’t no pain like the name with no money
I ain’t goin’ out sad for her
Learned my lesson with the last whore
Throw these bitches off the backboard
I bet she fuckin’ for some cash boy
She don’t gotta know I gotta landlord
She just layin’ on the land, Lord
All these niggas, they be payin’ for her
Pop a perky, that’s a Altoid
Niggas ’round you be a towel boy
My niggas ’round me, they some cowboys
I’ll bite a nigga whole style boy
Copy the flow, give it now boy!

G Herbo – Everything

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Hit the scene, so fresh, so motherfuckin’ clean
And my car so fast, it’s leaving everything
I love you so momma, and thank you for everything
And you know momma, I was doing everything
Using guns, ecstasy, I’m off extra lean
In the hood I’m selling molly, raw, everything
Heroin, we crushing Tylenol, everything
Weed, soft, everything
Hit the mall, 50 G’s, and I ball, everything
Plug just like Tom Brady, boy, I caught everything
My Uncle a gangster, I’m the one he taught everything
You can’t be my lady, sneaky bitch, I saw everything
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Herbo, what you do for fun, bitch, everything
Herbo, what you gone do with that gun, bitch, everything
What kind of drugs you wanna run, bitch, everything
If you die what you gone leave your mom, bitch, everything
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Everything on you phony
Niggas lie ’bout everything, put it on they homies
Hating ass nigga, you want everything on me
Swervo saucy, everything got double G’s, don’t it
Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it
I done iced out everything, them VV’S on it
I done tried everything, except coke and dope
I done fired everything, .40’s blow the most
Seen dead bodies, everything, so I drove the Ghost
Told that bitch take off everything, I ain’t even close
Took everything in me not to close your fuckin’ door
Barney’s on me, everything, everything boss
Everything exhaust

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Herbo, what you do for fun, bitch, everything
Herbo, what you gone do with that gun, bitch, everything
What kind of drugs you wanna run, bitch, everything
If you die what you gone leave your mom, bitch, everything
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yuh, everything
My new whip, that bitch, it came with everything
I’ma turn that boy into a heavy stain
Whipping up that dope, yeah, that’s that heavy cream
I been fucking on your bitch since I was 17
Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17
Chop it, whole thing from the Medellín
My old gun, that shit was dirty, but I kept it clean
Mask off, remember me
Extra button, on the back, ’cause my uzi a lemon squeeze
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
Swag, swag, swag, that’s my disease
Fuck her once, I gotta leave
Smoking dope, I’m Japanese
Fucked her in the master suite
I ball like an athlete
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Herbo, what you do for fun, bitch, everything
Herbo, what you gone do with that gun, bitch, everything
What kind of drugs you wanna run, bitch, everything
If you die what you gone leave your mom, bitch, everything

Kali Uchis – Nuestro Planeta (feat. Reykon)

[Verso 1: Kali Uchis]
Teniéndote cerca
Se me daña la cabeza
Me acerco, todo me tiembla
Ahora tengo la certeza
Que no se me han quitado las ganas
Despertar contigo en las mañanas
Pero voy buscando tu mirada
Y tus ojos, baby, no me dicen nada
[Coro 1: Kali Uchis]
Hola, ¿Me recuerdas? Era yo a la que tanto querías
Dame esta noche entera
Que seamos sólo tú y yo (aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta)
Sólo tú y yo (aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta)
[Verso 2: Kali Uchis]
Te veo diferente
Andando con otra gente
Amigos que no conozco
Ahora pareces otro
Dime por qué has cambiado tanto
No ves, te estás engañando
Yo conozco en realidad quién eres
Lo sé, todavía me quieres

[Coro 2: Kali Uchis]
Hola, ¿me recuerdas? Jurabas amarme de por vida
Dime, si podemos pretender que
Sólo somos tú y yo (aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta)
Sólo tú y yo (aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta)
[Puente: Kali Uchis]
Sólo tú y yo, no digas que no
Sólo tú y yo, sólo tú y yo
Sólo tú y yo, no digas que no
Sólo tú y yo, sólo tú y yo
[Verso 3: Reykon]
Yo soy Reykon, el líder
Baby vamos a poner los puntos claros
Dices que me notas raro y no es así
Me hiciste fama de perro
Y que a todas se lo hundo
Después que te mostré
Los secretos de mi mundo
No fue así, dime si no fue así
Imagínate que estamos en otro planeta
Que tus amigas no se metan
Tal vez así lo podamo’ hacer

[Outro]
Sólo tú y yo (aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta)
Sólo tú y yo (aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta)
Yo soy Reykon, el líder
Con Kali Uchis
Sólo tú y yo
Sólo tú y yo
Sólo tú y yo

Q Money – Work

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8
[Verse 1 – Uncle Murda:]
Bitch I let my money work in California
Bitch I’m with the mexicans, in Arizona
Bitch I’m talking pure white for every thousand grands
Bitch I’m talking white girls on the Peter Pan
Bitch I’m sitting at the light in some big shit
Talking big shit, listening to big shit
Quarter mill for my big chains, hey papi I need a hundred things
A hundred homie? Nigga you heard me a hundred things
Bitch I let my money work, I’m blowing thousands
Bitch I got my whole crew out of public housing
Town over tell me to tell Ross I got that
The police, the F boys, the DEA can’t stop that
That nina, that.40, that AK I pop that
That Louis, that Gucci that flossy I rock that
That new girl with epic insomnia I got that
I got that, nigga you heard me I got that
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8
[Verse 2 – French Montana:]
I’m putting overtime bitch I let my money work
You know I overgrind bitch now I’m 20 worth (milli)
Still riding dirty hanging on the stake
Talking 40 shard kit for the break
Me and Murda on the back block swerving
Higher than a motherfucker feel turbulence
I let my money twerk, twerk let the bitches smurk, smurk
Let the dogs go, let them drivers skurve
I know some average sis, I know some porn stars
I own some bentley sis, I got some sports car
Underground we spend that, little bars I in that
Hottest niggas we been that, fast cars we in that
Correct to try to save me, won’t see me on a warning poster
Stand up with the work, count on money all in one motion
I’m talking same damn time
Knowing I’m a make ’em when I was way back griding, coke boy

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8

Quality Control – Too Hotty (feat. Quavo, Offset & Takeoff)

Do not play with the K
I pull up and hop in the dirty Wraith (Ghost)
She fuck on a nigga, I fuck her face
I’m gettin’ this money, I’m gettin’ paid (racks)
I just bought a mansion
On the back of the banshee no panties
Where my money lil nigga, demand it
Bought a mansion, the pool got expanded
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff

[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on some molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo! [Intro: Offset]
Whoop, yeah
[Verse 1: Offset]
Father God, Father God
I just wanna live life (life)
Lamborghini, loud pipes (Lamborghini)
Remember all the trial nights (trial)
Pull up in the Poltergeist (skrr)
Hundred thousand on me, yikes (yikes)
Shawty was suckin’ too sloppy
She was too sloppy, I had to roll the dice
They think I’m ‘lluminati ’cause of my profits
Pull up in Poltergeist (skrr)
You had a nigga that’s poppin’ bitch you got nothin’
Bitch, you ain’t do it right (bitch)
Travellin’ across the country
I been gettin’ money, say you get who a night
Coupe make a bitch get a Kreuger fright
You was a bitch and your crews are dykes
I was born to be what I’m goin’ to be
Raindrops on me like a storm on me (raindrops)
He look at my charm but I’m on to he
The devil keep tryna come conquer me
Smokin’ OG in a Fronto leaf
Droppin’ a deuce in the Pure Leaf tea
I don’t got time for no foolery
I’m ’bout to go drop on some jewelry
I’ma tell you lil’ niggas somethin’
Fame blowin’ all you niggas money
Maintain, gotta keep a hundred comin’
Ain’t no pain like the name with no money
I ain’t goin’ out sad for her
Learned my lesson with the last whore
Throw these bitches off the backboard
I bet she fuckin’ for some cash boy
She don’t gotta know I gotta landlord
She just layin’ on the land, Lord
All these niggas, they be payin’ for her
Pop a perky, that’s a Altoid
Niggas ’round you be a towel boy
My niggas ’round me, they some cowboys
I’ll bite a nigga whole style boy
Copy the flow, give it now boy! Choppers and shottys
Young nigga, got two bodies (bodies)
Water, faucet, drippin’ on my body (drip)
Spent 10K in Follies, niggas hatin’ watchin’ (Who?)
That’s their only option (option)
‘Cause they not gon’ rob me (Nope!)
Pound a cookie in the backstage of Jimmy Fallon
500 thousand cash backstage at Ellen wildin’
Get right wit cha’, Saint Laurent boots on Gucci saddles
Met Gala, dab capital, abracadabra
You can tell, but don’t tattle (don’t tell, no snitchin’)
Put that bitch on a Addel’ (Adderall)
Treat that bitch like a baby (whoo)
I give her a rattle
She spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled, she spoiled on the pole, yeah I paid her toll
Scotty 2 Hotty, that’s Scotty 2 Hotty
She crankin’ a worm on the pole

[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on some molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Heard it was poppin’ and stuffin’ their pocket with cottage and dressin’ all stylists (stylists)
Ain’t no OG for the knowledge, no benjis for Wallace he pull up big body
One in the chamber, they pocket watchin’, hit him right in his noggin, he droppin’ (noggin)
Scotty 2 Hotty, she fucked everybody, can’t wife the lil’ bitch, she a thotty (thotty)
They know we been a trendin’ topic (know that)
But now this shit lookin’ real obvious (obvious)
We been sellin’ out them arenas but since we went platinum look at the audience (audience)
I poured a fo’, feelin’ nausea (Actavis)
Drinkin’ to help the insomnia (drink)
Migos but move like the mafia
Can’t see it, you need some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain’t ’bout money, can’t talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get up and go get it, but I heard that you had it optional (you did)
I told ’em at school, I was too popular (popular)
The teacher said it was impossible (impossible)
They takin’ the flow and ain’t givin’ us credit so I don’t have nothin’ to offer you
(Take-Takeoff)

[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty’s somebody, lil’ nigga done caught a lil body, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ caught two bodies, don’t know nun’ about it (about it)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it (bow bow)
Scotty 2 Hotty
Put that lil’ bitch on some molly, she fucked everybody (Scotty 2 Scotty)
Shotty’s on shotty, lil’ niggas gon’ call them about it, don’t know nun’ about it

38 Special – Rock & Roll Strategy

Men like me ’cause I speak my mind
And women like me ’cause I take my time
Try not to take life too serious
I might get burned
If you’ve got somethin’ to show me
I’m willing to learn
Got enough trouble just making it day to day
And when the world starts spinnin’
‘n I feel like I’m going insane
Chorus
I got a system that’s guaranteed
I got a rock ‘n roll strategy
It ain’t no science but it works for me
It’s just a rock ‘n roll strategy
Get in my car
Head downtown
Turn up the radio roll the windows down
It ain’t no science but it gets me around
It’s just rock ‘n roll strategy
Turn it up
If you walk down the middle people criticize you for
Sitting on a fence
And if you walk on the right
Or you walk on the left
They say you’re much too radical to make any sense
Can’t win for losin’
Might as well be yourself
And when it gets so confusin’
You fell like checkin’ out
Chorus
Can’t win for losin’
Might as well be yourself
And when it gets so confusin’
You feel like checkin’ out
I got a system that’s guaranteed
I got a rock ‘n roll strategy
It ain’t no science but it works for me
It’s just a rock ‘n roll strategy
Get in my car
Head downtown
Turn up the radio roll the windows down
It ain’t no science but it gets me around
It’s just rock ‘n roll strategy
I got a system that’s bonafide
Works for me everytime I try
It ain’t no science but it gets me by
It’s just a rock ‘n roll strategy
Turn it up

J Alvarez – 6 De La Morning (Lyric Video)

The Beatllionare
DNote is on the beat
Te dejo aquí tirada en la cama
Respirando mi nombre (Mi nombre)
Respirando mi nombre (Mi nombre)
Descansando en paz
Sabiendo que de mí tú quieres más
Y a las 6 de la morning (6 de la morning)
Y a las 6 de la morning
Tú vas a ver mamá
Lo que soy capaz
Sabiendo que de mí tú quieres más
Y a las 6 de la morning (6 de la morning)
Vas a respirar mi nombre (Eh…)
(Woh oh)
Fácil
Que este loco por ti hace lo que sea
Por oír mi nombre en tu boca
En la cama te baby hago lo que sea
Uff
It’s a pleasure
Cuando baby tú me dices right there
En verdad tú eres supercruel
Cuando quieres que te de la noche entera
Oh yeah
Yo quisiera
Que te quedes aquí conmigo
Perdiéndose en el olvido
Solo dame lo que te pido
Oh yeah
Yo quisiera
Que te quedes mirándome
Fijamente diciendo que
Que te gusta como es
Agarrando la almohada y suavemente respirando mi nombre
Diciendo mi nombre
Aruñandome la espalda y susurrándome que soy su hombre
Descansando en paz
Sabiendo que de mí tú quieres más
Y a las 6 de la morning (6 de la morning)
Y a las 6 de la morning
Tú vas a ver mamá
Lo que soy capaz
Sabiendo que de mí tú quieres más
Y a las 6 de la morning (6 de la morning)
Vas a respirar mi nombre (Eh…)
(Woh oh)
Tú no sabes lo que te espera
Anda dime lo que tú quieras
Quédate con los tacos puestos
Sedúceme a tu manera
Dale baby subete aquí
Que lo mejor esta por venir
De seguro que cuando lo sientas
No te vas a querer salir
Yo lo sé que tu amiga lo sabe
Mi flow a ella la pone grave
Cuando me ve con la puerta arriba
Llegando en la nave
Voy a darle la llave del cuarto
Del apartment del alto
Pa’ que se tire pa’ atrás
Y disfrute del acto
Agarrando la almohada y suavemente respirando mi nombre
Diciendo mi nombre
Aruñandome la espalda y susurrándome que soy su hombre
Descansando en paz
Sabiendo que de mí tú quieres más
Y a las 6 de la morning (6 de la morning)
Y a las 6 de la morning
Tú vas a ver mamá
Lo que soy capaz
Sabiendo que de mí tú quieres más
Y a las 6 de la morning (6 de la morning)
Vas a respirar mi nombre (Eh…)
(Woh oh)
Te dejo aquí tirada en la cama
Respirando mi nombre
Respirando mi nombre
Descansando en paz
Tú quieres más
Directamente (Y a las 6 de la morning)
De la otra parte del mundo
DNote is on the beat
J Alvarez El Dueño Del Sistema
La Fama Que Camina baby
DNote
JX
Mikey Tone
Eliot Feliciano, El Mago De Oz
You know
Dímelo Koby
La Sociedad De Los DJs baby
La Fama Que Camina

Cornershop – Sleep On The Left Side Lyrics

CORNERSHOPSleep On The Left Side Lyrics
"
Sleep on the Left Side
(T. Sing)h
Sleep on the left side
Leave the right side free
Hope gets salted
As those around you leave
We’re gonna let it up like India House on fire
We’re gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Houcam is our call
We’re gonna take it
That virgin fall
There’s gonna be some
When we let it up
And let it breathe
And all the holes
Doused with grief
And planets up
And time to leave
No Asian lyre
Will leave us dyre
Born again into Asian line
There comes no telling
How it will be
What gets turned to smoke
Was in our hearts
And planets up
What we have lost
Sleep on the left side
Keep the sword hand free
Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is
Gone nu be
For the 7th time
WithOUT, tumbling disyre
Easy dizease
We’re gonna let it known
And let it go slow, let it go
Sleep on the left side
Sleep on the left side
Some sounds
Some buttons
Can’t release
The window box, the window box

Bracket – Shoe Gazer Lyrics

BRACKETShoe Gazer Lyrics
I had something else to say
But someone took it away
And I, have a fear of being trampled down
And being thrusted to the underground
I’m just a shoe gazer
And I, am just a daydreamer
There’s not much for me to do
Except stare right down at you
And I, have a fear of being trampled down
And being thrusted to the underground
I’m just a shoe gazer
And I, am just a daydreamer
I don’t have anything to say
But, I know I’m wise
I’m searching for all the answers on the floor
I don’t hear all the words you say
When you criticize
I don’t know what I should be listening for
And I, am just a shoe gazer
I think my shoe’s untied
I’m just a daydreamer
My day turns into night
I’m just a shoe gazer
I think my shoe’s untied
I’m just a daydreamer
I don’t have anything to say
But, I know I’m wise
[Repeat Chorus]…

Blind Blake – Playing Policy Blues Lyrics

BLIND BLAKEPlaying Policy Blues Lyrics
I dreamed last night the woman I love was dead
I dreamed last night the woman I love was dead
If I had played the “Dead Roll” I would-a come out ahead
I act like a fool and played 3-6-9
I act like a fool and played 3-6-9
Lost my money and that girl of mine
I begged my baby, let me in her door
I begged my baby, let me in her door
Wanted to put 25-50-75 in her 7-17-24