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Lil Tecca – Coupe Lyrics

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[Intro]
[?]
We love you, Tecca

[Chorus]
I just hopped up in that fuckin’ coupe, baby (Pull up in that coupe)
I just hopped up in that fuckin’ coupe, baby (Pull up in that coupe)
Skirt off in that Mercedes (Skirt off)
Skirt off in that Mercedes (Skirt off)
I just hopped up in that coupe, baby
I can tell that your nigga a lame (Yeah)
She said “Tecca, boy, you different”, yeah (Yeah)
I could tell your old nigga was a lame (He was)
I could tell your old nigga was a lame (He was)

[Post-Chorus]
Me and all these niggas, man, they not the same (At all)
Too bad, uh, yeah, it’s too bad for you
Baby, you ain’t ever had no nigga really good too you

[Refrain]
Baby, that ain’t really good for you, ay, yeah
Baby, that ain’t really good for you
And I put that on my life
Got bad energy, can’t be my shorty
And these niggas got them bad intentions
Just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me
Know you just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me
Know you just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me
Know you just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I just hopped up in that fuckin’ coupe, baby (Pull up in that coupe, baby)
I just hopped up in that fuckin’ coupe, baby (Hopped up in that coupe, baby)
Skirt off in that Mercedes (Skirt off)
Skirt off in that Mercedes (In that Mercedes)
I just hopped up in that coupe, baby (Hopped up in that coupe, baby)
I can tell that your nigga a lame
She said “Tecca, boy, you different”, yeah
I could tell your old nigga was a lame
I just hopped up in that fuckin’ coupe, baby (Pull up in that coupe)
I just hopped up in that fuckin’ coupe, baby (Coupe)
Skirt off in that Mercedes
Skirt off in that Mercedes (Skirt off)
I just hopped up in that coupe, baby (Pull up in a coupe)
I can tell that your nigga a lame (Lame)
She said “Tecca, boy, you different”, yeah (Different)
I could tell your old nigga was a lame

[Refrain]
Baby, that ain’t really good for you, ay, yeah
Baby, that ain’t really good for you
And I put that on my life
Got bad energy, can’t be my shorty
And these niggas got them bad intentions
Just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me
Know you just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me
Know you just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me
Know you just want some love, baby girl, pull up on me, yeah, yeah

Train – Careless Whisper Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad goodbyes

[Chorus]
I’m never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it’s easy to pretend
I know you’re not a fool
I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I’ve been given
So I’m never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you

[Verse 2]
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There’s no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you’ll find

[Chorus]
I’m never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it’s easy to pretend
I know you’re not a fool
I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I’ve been given
So I’m never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you

[Verse 3]
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it’s better this way
We’d hurt each other with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who’s gonna dance with me
Please stay

[Chorus]
I’m never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it’s easy to pretend
I know you’re not a fool
I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I’ve been given
So I’m never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you

[Outro]
Now that you’re gone
Now that you’re gone
Now that you’re gone
Was what I did so wrong
So wrong that you had to leave me alone?

French Montana – Out Of Your Mind Lyrics

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[Intro]
Molly Mind

[Chorus: Swae Lee & French Montana]
Out of your mind
I was with you that time
Walking with me, you’re out of your mind
I was with you that time
True (Out of your mind)
I was with you that time
You’re fucking with me, out of your mind (Out of your mind)
Watching your body like a guardie
Turn in to the next, that’s word to Charlie

[Verse 1: French Montana & Swae Lee]
We’re [?] where they say we are
Champagne and cavier
Big tool like a heavy arm
Pop up the coupe of mind
Super mind, shooters in a suit and tie
Stayin’ here with the bod’, they was watchin’ God
Hold up, hold up, she lookin’, snatch her body
Kurt Cobain, out of your mind
Save Montana, you’re out of your mind

[Chorus: Swae Lee & French Montana]
Out of your mind
I was with you that time
Walking with me, you’re out of your mind
I was with you that time
True (Out of your mind)
I was with you that time
You’re fucking with me, out of your mind (Out of your mind)
Watching your body like a guardie
Turn in to the next, that’s word to Charlie

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
She pull on my pants and she say “Let’s go”
She holdin’ my hand goin’ to the dance floor
She wind up, she wind up, she wind up
Then throw that damn peace sign up
Pop boy, that nigga only back and forth
The only back and forth, watch as so
She doin’ somethin’ to control the vibe
She give lovin’ and it multiplies
She got that baddie, yeah, it’s supersize
I gotta have it, yeah, it’s sweet
Man could you la-di-da-di
Don’t try nobody, here’s a private party
Experience inner body-body
Really crazy, you’re out of mind

[Chorus: Swae Lee & French Montana]
Out of your mind
I was with you that time
Walking with me, you’re out of your mind
I was with you that time
True (Out of your mind)
I was with you that time
You’re fucking with me, out of your mind (Out of your mind)
Watching your body like a guardie
Turn in to the next, that’s word to Charlie

King Von – Rolling Lyrics

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[Intro]
Von, Von
Wha-?
Melly what you on gang?

[Hook: YNW Melly]
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Up it on a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
You don’t want no pressure but
You know I’ll stretch ya boy
You said that you wit it, I’ll light you up like Sketchers boy
Have yo ass raining right after the [?]
Many bitches wanna fuck my 30 got a dingaling
My 30 got a dingaling
I turn up in the blue [?]
She said she wanna fuck a nigga, gang
She eat the dick like some filet and chicken wang

[Hook: YNW Melly]
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Up it on a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Open on a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 2: King Von]
She know I buy everything
Louis shoes, Givenchy sneaks
They know I tow everything from 4-5 Glocks to Mack 16s
Blue and white say clear the scene
I did it but it wasn’t me
Investigation and they tryna beat us
Boy we ain’t gon’ win
I just need a bad ho
I can’t stand no mad ho
Popped so many niggas that my nickname should be Rambo
We shooting out the windows
Luki got a flip-phone
I nicknamed him King Cole
Melly all the tooka gone

[Hook: YNW Melly]
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Up it on a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Open on a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot

SYML – Take Me Apart Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Look at the desperate man
Clutching with broken hands
Wondering how it ends
Stumbling back and forth
Looking to start a war
I’m lucky he was a friend

[Chorus]
Wait, take me apart and I’ll flow like water
Slowly fade, I’m disappearing again

[Verse 2]
He would’ve risked it all
He wanted to heed the call
This was the last attempt
But as he turned to go
Broken voice cuts through the cord
This ain’t how it ends

[Chorus]
Wait, take me apart and I’ll flow like water
Slowly fade, I’m disappearing again
Time and space, there’s never enough
And I don’t mind waiting for the day
Everyone here will go mad

[Bridge]
(Wait)
Too late (Take me apart)
To cut me down (And I’ll flow like water)
Tear me to pieces (Slowly fade)
Too late (I’m disappearing again)
To cut me down
Tear me to pieces (Time and space)
Too late (There’s never enough)
To cut me down (And I don’t mind waiting)
Tear me to pieces (For the day)
Too late (Everyone here)
To cut me down (Will go mad)

[Outro]
I was the foolish man
Living to fight again
But dying to find the end

Grimes – My Name Is Dark Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
So, we party when the sun goes low
Imminent annihilation sounds so dope
I’m not shy but I refuse to speak
Because I don’t trust you to understand me

[Pre-Chorus]
You know me as the girl who plays with fire
But this is the song I wrote you in the dark

[Chorus]
(I hear they’re calling my name)
I’m not gonna sleep anymore
(I hear they’re calling my name)
I’m not gonna sleep anymore
The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore
I never trust the government and pray to God for sure, yeah
I don’t need to sleep anymore
That’s what the drugs are for

[Verse 2]
Every city has a place like this
Underneath the bridges where the tainted kiss
Put on Bullet with Butterfly Wings
So that I can sing along while I break things

[Pre-Chorus]
You know me as the girl who plays with fire
But this is the song I wrote you in the dark
Ooh, you know me as the girl who plays with fire
But this is the song I wrote you in the dark

[Chorus]
(I hear they’re calling my name)
I’m not gonna sleep anymore
I’m not gonna sleep anymore
The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore
I never trust the government and pray to God for sure, yeah
I don’t need to sleep anymore
That’s what the drugs are for

[Bridge]
Paradise on my right, and h-h-hell on my left
The a-a-angel of death, right behind me
Paradise on my right, and h-h-hell on my left
The a-a-angel of death, right behind me
Paradise on my right, and h-h-hell on my left
And the angel of death, she said to God:
“Un-fuck the world, un-fuck the world
You stupid girl, you stupid girl”

[Interlude]
Oh, oh
I’m not gonna sleep anymore
I’m not gonna sleep anymore

[Chorus]
The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore
I never trust the government and pray to God for sure, yeah
I don’t need to sleep anymore
That’s what the drugs are for
That’s what the drugs are for
(Anymore, that’s what the drugs for)

[Outro]
The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore
I never trust a girl that never prayed to God for sure, yeah
The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore
I never trust a girl that never prayed to God for sure, yeah

NF – PAID MY DUES Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Clicks, clicks, clicks, they’ll do anything to get a few
Tick, tick, tick, that’s the sound before my head explodes
Quit, quit, quit, look at you up on your pedestals
Quick, quick, quick, here the critics come, it’s time to go
I read your article, it kinda hurt me
I don’t know who hired you or what your friends say in your circle
But the fact that you released it tells me two things are for certain:
They get paid for trashin’ people, I get paid ’cause I stay workin’ (Yeah)
Dropped The Search and they emerge up outta nowhere to the surface
Just to peek behind the curtain, throwin’ salt at all my burdens
I’m aware I shouldn’t give this my attention, life’s a journey
I should just stay on my path and learn to laugh, you think they heard me?
Ears are burning, put ’em out, quiet, quiet, look around
Why don’t they find someone way more interesting to write about?
Us, we’re kinda boring, aren’t we? All we do is whine and pout
It’s confusing, so amusing how I argue with myself—hello!

[Verse 2]
I spit it with ease, so leave it to me
You doubt it but you better believe
I’m on a rampage, hit ’em with the record release
Depend on the week, I’m prolly gonna have to achieve
Another goal, let me go when I’m over the beat
I go into beast mode, like I’m ready to feast
I’m fed up with these thieves, tryna get me to bleed
They wanna see me take an L? Yup, see what I mean?
How many records I gotta give you to get with the program?
Taken for granted, I’m ’bout to give you the whole plan
Open your mind up and take a look at the blueprint
Debate if you gotta, but gotta hold it with both hands
To pick up the bars, you gotta be smart
You really gotta dig in your heart
If you wanna get to the root of an issue
Pursuin’ the mental can be dark and be difficult
But the pay off at the end of it can help you to get through it, ayy

[Chorus]
Paid my dues, made it through
Woo, woo, woo
Spread the news, I’m on the loose
Woo, woo, woo
Makin’ moves, I need some room
Woo, woo, woo
Thought we’s cool
Well, don’t assume, don’t assume, ayy

[Verse 3]
I’m the truth, oh, they want some proof? Here, don’t be rude
Somethin’ new, even when I lose I make it look cool
Do the show, then we hit the room, wife is lookin’, ooh
What to do? I don’t need the shades up to like the view (Yeah) (View, view)
It’s time to get back in the swing of things
When my life crashes, I’m not the guy that’ll flee the scene
I’ll take ownership and own it and raise my hand if it’s me
Just remember though, I’m only a man, I’m a human being
Don’t they see? Shoot the breeze, I’d rather just stay discrete
People claim they’re in your corner but leave you in times of need
They don’t listen, do they? (What?) They don’t listen to anything
I’ll accept advice if it’s not presented ignorantly
Look, costs are high, they multiply, then cause divides
I’m forced to fight the poison I been
Sippin’ on has quite the bite, it killed me twice
They rigged the lights so y’all can see the parts of mine
That aren’t so bright, see, often I apologize
Then authorize the awful times to pop up (Nate)
Like I’m right behind you, I’d advise you not to try to
Climb inside the mind like I do
Keep the rhyme book, expedite it, overnight it
Hold it tight and hope that time is on my side
‘Cause if it’s not then I’ll decide to override
My own demise, I tow the line too close and I
Could improvise, I’d empathize but recognize
The fact that I could jeopardize and wreck your lives
You better give me your attention, the undivided

[Chorus]
Paid my dues, made it through
Woo, woo, woo
Spread the news, I’m on the loose
Woo, woo, woo
Makin’ moves, I need some room
Woo, woo, woo
Thought we’s cool
Well, don’t assume, don’t assume, ayy
Paid my dues, made it through
Woo, woo, woo
Spread the news, I’m on the loose
Woo, woo, woo
Makin’ moves, I need some room
Woo, woo, woo
Thought we’s cool
Well, don’t assume, don’t assume, ayy

Tame Impala – Posthumous Forgiveness Lyrics

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[Part I]

[Verse 1]
Ever since I was a small boy
No one else compared to you, no way
I always thought heroes stay close
Whenever troubled times arose

[Chorus]
I didn’t know
Ain’t always how it goes

[Verse 2]
Every single word you told me
I believed without a question, always
To save all of us, you told us both to trust
But now I know you only saved yourself

[Chorus]
Did you think I’d never know?
Never wise up as I grow

[Bridge]
And you could store an ocean in the holes
In any of the explanations that you gave
And while you still had time, you had a chance
But you decided to take all of your sorrys to the grave

[Chorus]
Did you think I’d never know?
Never wise up as I grow
Did you hope I’d never doubt?
Never wonder, work it out?

[Part II]

[Verse 3]
You were runnin’ for cover
Doin’ like any other
Fallin’ out with a lover
You didn’t know that I’d suffer
What a thing to discover
There was time to recover
Move on with each other
Just a boy and a father
What I’d give for another

[Verse 4]
Everything that I have
Couldn’t need this for long
Never speak of the time
That you left us alone
Me and Steve on our own
I wanna tell you ’bout the time
Wanna tell you ’bout my life
Wanna play you all my songs
Nonetheless, sing along

[Outro]
(This time) Wanna tell you ’bout the time
(I know) I was in Abbey Road
Or the time that I had
Mick Jagger on the phone
I thought of you when we spoke
Wanna tell you ’bout the time
Wanna tell you ’bout my life
Wanna play you all my songs
Hear your voice, sing along
I wanna say it’s all right
You’re just a man after all
And I know you have demons
I got some of my own
Think you passed ’em along
Wanna tell you ’bout the time
Wanna tell you ’bout my life
Wanna play you all my songs
And hear your voice sing along

Iggy Azalea – Personal Problem Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’ll be the bad guy if that makes you happy
Don’t smile in my face and no don’t at me
I mean if you’re broke you’re not in the conversation
Time is money I don’t get paid for my patience
You shooting shots like free throws
You ain’t even hit me once, bitch reload
Winning at life, this shit feeling like a cheat code
You going downhill you need a ski pole, hoe
I’m the one you in last place, bitch
You a mouse in a rat race, sis
Money over bitches what I mean
Ice cold veins real in my blood stream

[Hook]
Vendetta, whatever, whenever
Any level, ’cause I can turn into a devil
We can hit the gas, put the pedal to the metal
I ain’t playin’ games, all scores, get settled

[Chorus]
Oh, it must suck to be you (You)
Bad luck losers go loose (loose)
I’m not actin’ brand new
It is what it is, I do what I do
Attitude on, bitch, fuck being nice (nice)
Don’t like me? I’m not surprised
Live your life, please, don’t watch mine
Oh, you mad? I don’t know why
That sound like a personal problem
That sound like a personal problem
I’m top shelf, you way at the bottom
That sound like a personal problem

[Verse 2]
Woke up this morning and I’m still rich
Pushing my buttons it ain’t nothing but a kill switch
All you bitches fake look at me and see the realest
I ain’t never tripping but you hoes need a field trip
Back up if I act up, you’ll be looking for some backup
Get your racks up, big bank like mack trucks blowing stacks, yup
Keep dancing ’round that issue that’ll get you tapped up
You’re not lit, I’ll blow out your candle
Play your cards, do you wanna gamble?
Look, in the yachts, I’m the one they wanna see
You can’t ride the wave cause the water’s too deep

[Hook]
Vendetta, whatever, whenever
Any level, ’cause I can turn into a devil
We can hit the gas, put the pedal to the metal
I ain’t playin’ games, all scores, get settled

[Chorus]
Oh, It must suck to be you (You)
Bad luck losers go loose (loose)
I’m not actin’ brand new
It is what it is, I do what I do
Attitude on, bitch, fuck being nice
Don’t like me? I’m not surprised
Live your life, please, don’t watch mine
Oh, you mad? I don’t know why
That sound like a personal problem
That sound like a personal problem
I’m top shelf, you way at the bottom
That sound like a personal problem

[Outro]
(Problem) It must suck to be you
Bad luck losers go loose
(Problem) I’m not acting brand new
It is what it is, I do what I do

Iggy Azalea – Not Important Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
We are not the same
Joke’s on you, Damon Wayans
Pussy so sweet, candy cane
40-inch mane, nails lookin’ like purple rain
I’ll be in the back screamin’, “Money ain’t a thing”
You be in the front
Lookin’ bummy, you a lame
You broke crashed on me it’s a shame
Hold up
I think I’ve seen this before
No bags when he leave out the store
Hold up!
I think I’ve seen this before
Gucci belt but he sleep on the floor

[Hook]
Every night, you need a new alibi
I see right through your disguise
This ain’t what you advertise
Goodbye!
You’re not important, no doubt
I can’t endorse it, slow down
Ain’t gotta force it
Keep trying to paint that portrait
Know this, you not important

[Chorus]
Go bitch, yeah I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah I know ’bout you (You’re not important)
Don’t lie, yeah I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah I know ’bout you

[Verse 2]
You-you are not me
Pockets ain’t greased, Sandra Dee
Dubai on a shopping spree
First class seat
Had to catch a wave oversees
You tellin’ true lies, I ain’t Jamie Lee
You gotta pay the fee
Hold up! You took a swing and you missed
Down side cause you ain’t on to this
Hold up! I see that thing on your wrist
Real crazy ain’t it supposed to tik, bitch

[Hook]
Every night, you need a new alibi
I see right through your disguise
This ain’t what you advertise
Goodbye!
You’re not important, no doubt
I can’t endorse it, slow down
Ain’t gotta force it
Keep trying to paint that portrait
Know this, you not important

[Chorus]
Gold bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you
(You not important)
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you

[Bridge]
Ya’ll don’t call the shots that I do
All y’all birdies fly to my coupe
Won’t stop chirpin’ ’bout what I do
Y’all ain’t worthy bow to my shoes
Ya’ll don’t call the shots that I do
All y’all birdies fly to my coupe
Won’t stop chirpin’ ’bout what I do
Y’all ain’t worthy bow to my shoes

[Outro]
Broke bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you

Coldplay – Lethal Drug Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
All summer we hung round’
On the streets of our hometown
Dreamed about us getting close
Dressing in your wedding clothes
All summer it went on
We got kids and we are off
Got me in a trip down hays
Busy hours turned into days as we were (oh)

[Chorus]
I got drunk but fell in love
Love is a lethal drug
I got drunk and took too much
Love is a lethal drug

[Verse 2]
All summer we belong to the way we let it on
Feel it slowly sinking in, lying back and watch your heaven spin
In my head the parrot saw
I don’t know (….) in the stars
I don’t know what else to win
Just give me one, just give me one more win (oh)

[Chorus]
I got drunk but fell in love
Love is a lethal drug
Fell down and picked it up
Love is a lethal star
I just can’t give you up, with you coursing through my blood
I just couldn’t get enough, love is a lethal drug
Love is a lethal drug

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Just went up in smoke [?]
Are we in love with another dose?
I soar when my body floats
Love in a lethal dose
Love in a lethal dose, yeah
Love in a lethal dose

Extreme – Play With Me Lyrics

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[Refrain]
Do you want to play?

[Verse 1]
Ring around the rosie
Hopscotch, Monopoly
Red light, green light
G.I. Joes and Barbies
Hide and seek, kick the can
Cowboys and Indians
Wiffle ball, paper dolls
Hacky sack and hangman

[Refrain]
Do you wanna play with me?

[Verse 2]
Tag, you’re it, cops and robbers
Jungle gym, chutes and ladders
Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers
Marco Polo, London bridges
(Simon Says), steal the bacon
Time out, trick or treat
Electric company
(Olly, olly, oxen free)

[Refrain]
Do you wanna play with me?
With me

[Chorus]
Do you (Do you)
Wanna
Play?
Play with me (Play with me)
Do you (Do you)
Wanna (Do ya, do ya wanna)
Play?
Play with me (Play with me)

[Verse 3]
Spin the bottle, post office
Kiss and tell, dressin’ up
Playin’ doctor, peek-a-boo
Two hand touch, cooties
Little League, Looney Tunes
Scissors, rock, paper, zoom!
Kick ball, stick ball
(Kill the guy with the ball)

[Refrain]
Do you wanna play with me?

[Verse 4]
Ah, buckin’ up, recess
Jump rope, relieveo
See saw, sand box
Matchbox, cheerios
(ABC’s, spelling bees
Sesame Street, hockey)
(Duck) Duck (Duck) Duck
(Duck) Duck, goose

[Refrain]
(Do you wanna play with me?) Do you wanna play with me?
(Do!)

[Chorus]
Do you (Do you)
Wanna
Play?
Play with me (Play with me)
Do you (Do you)
Wanna (Do ya, do ya wanna)
Play?
Play with me (Play with me)

[Bridge]
Jack and Suzie, sittin’ in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love, then comes marriage
Then comes Adam in a baby carriage

[Chorus]
Do you (Do you)
Wanna
Play?
Play with me (Play with me)
Do you (Do you)
Wanna (Do ya, do ya wanna)
Play?
Play with me (Play with me)

[Outro]
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah

The Game – Hug the Block Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
My daddy died, I paid for his whole funeral
I get it, I was supposed to
But after that, if you knew what I had to go through
You would understand why I wanted inside that hole too
You ain’t even give me a hug or a pound yet
Askin’ for money, daddy ain’t even in the ground yet
That ain’t what bros do
How you spend your whole life with a stranger you call your brother that don’t know you?
2006 Bentley coupe parked at Nobu
I was your bulletproof vest when them Crips tried to smoke you
Shit be hurtin’ my heart so I approached you
We on the same team but you think I’m tryna coach you
I was in first class, I looked back
You was mad so I gave up my seat and sat in coach too
Here’s somethin’ to toast to
I bought the weed, the blunts, you smoked that and the roach too

[Chorus]
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)

[Verse 2]
Over a bitch, dawg? All this shit over a bitch, dawg?
I mean, really, over this bitch, dawg?
I was LeBron, you were supposed to be my Rich Paul
Baby to Slim when a nigga got rich, dawg
But your love turn to hate, that’s what we split for
When the fuck you get soft
And start talkin’ behind my back like baby mamas when they pissed off?
I couldn’t fuck with your energy when the shits off
Hate it or love it video inside that ’64
Me and 50 was the twin towers
You hit us from the inside and watch both them shits fall
I almost died, you ain’t save me then
You ain’t patch the bullet holes in my Mercedes Benz
You hate me now, you hate me then
I remember the way you looked at me in my baby crib
My brother’s keeper, right?

[Chorus]
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)

[Verse 3]
I can’t believe this life took my pops
We fightin’ each other and we both look like pops
Nah, I take that back, I look like pops
And when I see you, you look like opps
You look like Biggie, I look like ‘Pac
Fuck it, we could both die, all this shit is for nothin’
I’d kill my own brother, I ain’t bluffin’
It’s a temptation of mine and you look like David Ruffin
I can see you all my enemies in a dark room
Or maybe I’m hallucinatin’ like I’m off shrooms
But I’m not, you mad my life is a movie
And you been hatin’ since turnin’ off my cartoons
All this shit bottled inside, I’m ’bout to blow up
Pimp the butterflies in my stomach before I throw up
So what? I got this Hennessy, it’s time to pour up
You 44 years old nigga, it’s time to grow up

[Chorus]
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)

[Outro]
Calling all my family, yeah
Calling all my family

The Game – Blood Thicker Than Water Lyrics

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[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Ooh, no, no, no
Yeah, bloodstains dripping from my eyes
Pain got me lookin’ to the sky
Ayy, Streetrunner, you know the history
Blood’s thicker than water

[Verse 1: The Game]
The best rapper alive, ain’t up for debate
‘Cause every time you challenge the throne, niggas hate
Just like your neighborhood, niggas smile when they in your face
Conspire behind your back and then show up to your wake
That shit fake, whatever it takes, you gotta defeat those odds
And don’t trust nobody on this Earth except your mama and God
Niggas show they true colors, you don’t even ask why
‘Cause niggas always watch you cook, they want a slice of your pie
Leave ’em surprised, keep your eye on the prize and aim for the sky
You was born by yourself and that’s the way you gon’ die
Get the fuck up off your ass and stop wastin’ your time
Don’t get discouraged by no mountain, that shit easy to climb
You gotta do it at your own pace just like I tell my son
I can’t do this shit for you, bro, you gotta win your own race
Stop walkin’ around this mansion with the long face
Look at everything your daddy accomplished when you low on faith
And remember, the real see through the fake
You gotta grind through this shit, you do whatever it takes
You gotta take care of who you love, give your mama continuous hugs
Stop havin’ all these expectations from people who ain’t your blood

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, bloodstains drippin’ from my eyes (My eyes)
Pain got me lookin’ to the sky
Lord, why? Oh why, oh why?
Oh why, oh, why?
Oh why? Oh (Yeah)
Blood’s thicker than water
Yeah, spend my whole life tryin’ not to die (My whole life)
Only time that I feel alive
When I look in your eyes

[Verse 2: The Game]
I know life ain’t easy, I know death is hard
I know pain, I been to funerals, seen families scarred
Look at my skin, all these tattoos, bullet wounds, and scars
Can’t nobody tell me shit, I used to sleep in my car
I know that life ain’t easy, I know death is hard
I know tears can sometimes drown a broken heart
I know it’s hard to make it up when you was down from the start
I know I ain’t goin’ back, already came too far
Life ain’t easy, it ain’t supposed to be
Ain’t none of you niggas gon’ fuck over me
I walk with God and I’ma stay clutchin’ these rosaries
You ain’t gotta be on my side, I keep a Glock 9 close to me
Bulletproof Rolls the color of a coca leaf
AK-47 under my chauffeur seat
They killin’ niggas in Compton, some of y’all hope it’s me
That thought alone make niggas paranoid, so watch how you approachin’ me

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, bloodstains drippin’ from my eyes (My eyes)
Pain got me lookin’ to the sky
Oh why, oh why?
Oh why, oh, why?
Oh why? Oh (Yeah)
Yeah, spend my whole life tryin’ not to die
Only time that I feel alive
When I look in your eyes

The Game – Gucci Flip Flops Lyrics

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[Intro: Jay Z]
Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
Shit was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin’, ain’t you?
Ready to start bitchin’, ain’t you?
I forgive you, I forgive you
Hustlin’ just ain’t you

[Verse 1]
If you listenin’ to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me
2018, what a fucked up year for me
Take it back to January, nigga lost his father
Only way I got through it was bumpin’ Wayne’s first Carter
With the speakers blarin’, windows down on my McLaren
See the wheels and it’s apparent, this why these fuck niggas starin’
Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far
Triple X, Biggie, Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars
That was back in June
I missed out on a couple million, gotta get back in tune
I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon
Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school
Don’t me put me in no situation where one of us niggas have to lose
‘Cause you’ll be in a casket soon
Closed tighter than Mac and Tune
Another classic with no Jigga verse, it’ll happen soon
Go bar-for-bar with Jigga
Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer

[Chorus]
That is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you niggas’ demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did niggas right, ’til niggas start goin’ left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin’ over fences ’cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin’ sides on the hood
Gucci flip flops

[Verse 2]
Still listenin’? I want y’all to picture this
Me and you tradin’ lives, now tell me what the difference is?
More money, more problems
And more niggas who wanna kill you
More empty Patrón bottles
And I don’t condone violence but niggas on phones wildin’
Niggas on apps cappin’, them choppers at full volume
I put money on niggas’ books, got houses out foreclosure
One call’ll open fire on niggas and force closure
I’m too O.G. for this shit
Built my career off the rock, Memph’ Bleek in this bitch
Comin’ of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this shit
Get off the phone, stop speakin’ and shit
Soon as 12 close the door on you niggas, mouth leakin’ and shit
Go to jail, cut a deal, can’t do a week in that bitch
That’s why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a bitch
Watchin’ Narcos, listenin’ to The Weeknd and shit

[Chorus]
And this is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you niggas’ demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did niggas right, ’til niggas start goin’ left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin’ over fences ’cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin’ on the hood
Gucci flip flops

The Game – Five Hundred Dollar Candles Lyrics

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[Intro]
You’re proud of that fact that you’re-you’re in the gang
From Lime Hood
Why? But you’re proud of the fact that you’re what, why is that?
Why?
Yeah
‘Cause I’m down, I’m down for it
‘Cause I’m a true ****
I’m a true ****
I come from the heart
What-what, why?
W-w-why be in a gang, what’s in it for you?
What’s in it?
Well, you get killed, right?
Yeah
You mean some of your friends been killed?
Yeah
So
For a simple cause
W-w-what’s the simple cause?
Of bein’ a Blood

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY]
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
‘Round here niggas ain’t got shit to lose
Young niggas off the chain and they gettin’ loose
L.A. niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I’ll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I’m gone?

[Verse 1: The Game]
39 and I’m still bangin’
I can’t get out if I wanted to
All I did was document my life
I ain’t put that red rag in front of you
My first album had the world lit
Hit the hood and brought that Hummer through
I finally got the Impala candy-painted
Show you outta-towners what that summer do
Started off with sixty niggas with me everywhere I went
Hundred-twenty cups inside a Summer Jam tent
I went from broke, fantasizin’ ’bout Christina Aguilera
To puttin’ TVs in the dash of my mama’s Xterra
This is real shit
I’m spittin’ bars from the gun niggas get killed with
I had to cover my son and let that steel spit
I talked about it in songs, niggas got real sick
Dre thought that I was just rappin’
I told ’em I had bodies, no cappin’
Nigga, this the new Compton
2005, my whole life got live
Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe
Tell ’em why it’s West Side

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY]
‘Cause L.A. niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I’ll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I’m gone?
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
‘Round here niggas ain’t got shit to lose
Young niggas off the chain and they gettin’ loose

[Verse 2: The Game]
They don’t put me on the set at Rollin’ Loud
AK-47 only way I move the crowd
This my life
It’s more than music
A lot of niggas rap but I was born to do it
Took my mama two days to give birth
And how I repay her? Goin’ through her motherfuckin’ purse
It’s crazy how she loved me after all my dirt
Nigga disrespect her, he gon’ touch the earth
If it’s me or my niggas, then I’ma die first
Go on my ‘Gram, put that pic of me and DOM on some shirts
It’s all fun and games ’til that Super Soaker squirt
You lost somebody you love, I know it hurt
I got two dead brothers, one dead father
A mama with a pacemaker, two sons, and a daughter
I got a lot to live for but I ain’t scared to die
I got this Hennessy and my nigga DOM KENNEDY, West Side

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY]
Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I’ll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I’m gone?
Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit (Bullshit)
You better not step to me wrong (Step to me wrong)
I’ll burn five hundred dollar candles (Dollar candles)
Will they mourn me when I’m gone?

[Outro: DOM KENNEDY]
How long? Yeah
How long? Uh-huh
Yup, straight like that, yeah
Five hundred dollar candles
When I’m gone, yeah
Now, step to me wrong
Five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I’m gone? (Yeah)
Gone, haha, I’m gone, yeah
Yup

Lil Uzi Vert – Underworld Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Starboy, star zone
My reef (my reef)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face
I can’t blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession
She try say I’m funny cause she the one got rejected
He try say I’m fruity cause he starin’ at my necklace (pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t read no message
Haters gon’ lie but that shit don’t apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That’s thirteen plus one (one)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (sixteen)
I ain’t ever talk to them
To my family gave all my blessings

[Verse]
Married to the guap
Bitch I’m married to the cheese
Got big hunnids in my nuts
Got blue faces in my jeans
She love when I hit that spot
But girl now you gotta leave
Cause I know that you a thot
Yeah, I know know
Yeah, I get so alone
I get so high
I be so zoned (yeah)
Couldn’t believe that I made it here
Yeah, this my year
Walked in again, every year my year
Dark skin girl with me with long hair
She whip that shit around like she don’t care
She mixed with Hong Kong
I’ma live in the moment until the sun’s gone
Jump in the crowd with all my idols, now my phone’s gone
We got acres on our crib, now the loans gone
We can’t even see our neighbors, man they far gone
I’m far out alien rockstar
I’m a t-rex that wish for long arms
I got an invitation that’s for all whores
I got one key, open all doors
Man I been had that swag, don’t want that no more
Don’t shop at them stores, man, it’s all yours
Them girls see me once now they all aboard
My mom used to work hard but we got heated hard floors

[Chorus]
Starboy, star zone
My reef (my reef)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face
I can’t blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession
She try say I’m funny cause she the one got rejected
He try say I’m fruity cause he starin’ at my necklace (pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t read no message
Haters gon’ lie but that shit don’t apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That’s thirteen plus one (one)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (sixteen)
I ain’t ever talk to them
To my family gave all my blessings

[Chorus]
Starboy, star zone
My reef (my reef)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face
I can’t blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession
She try say I’m funny cause she the one got rejected
He try say I’m fruity cause he starin’ at my necklace (pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t read no message
Haters gon’ lie but that shit don’t apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That’s thirteen plus one (one)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (sixteen)
I ain’t ever talk to them
To my family gave all my blessings

BONES – FrostBite Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’mma take ’em back to the days
When we used to stay
Down in the basement
Jack Frost was comin’
The winter was among us and the snow fell hard
So we got so fucked up we couldn’t feel the cold
Your neck all gold and your wrists all froze
But what the fuck that mean when the reaper at your door?
The weakness in your flow
I peeked it from the jump
Whole body numb every day I’m fucked up
Don’t mean to showboat
But I am just so-so
Deaf like Dupree when I’m hearin’ your solo
My pants is cargo
The blunt like Sade
Smooth operatin’ ’til we all get paid
Hey
You got cash to blow
That’s fine, I still know a better place it could go
Like a Detroit group home
Rock like Cubone
BONES stay spittin’ like a motherfuckin’ tooth gone

[Chorus]
Everything fine, everything good
I don’t got shit to complain about
Earth fucked up, everybody fucked
There ain’t no point for me to show

[Verse 2]
I’m like the [?]
I sic my dogs on ya
I’m like the fish man
Put a fish tank in your Civic
So prolific
.44 tippin’
Keep a 33 on my back like Pippen
For all y’all trippin’
No more bitchin’
To me, motherfucker
You know I can’t give in
Way too focused
I’m way too noticed, the young Russian prince
And I ain’t even fuckin’ from there
No one compares to us, it’s almost unfair
Swear on my mama it isn’t
You could scream in our direction
Still never get our attention
(What)

[Chorus]
Everything fine, everything good
I don’t got shit to complain about
Earth fucked up, everybody fucked
There ain’t no point for me to show

BONES – SingingInTheRain Lyrics

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[Intro]
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame

[Verse 1]
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame
Quicksand my brain, it’s like I’m sinkin’ in the pain
I sleep all day so I be woke all night
The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
I kick nice raps and rhymes
That’s all that I like
But I had my fair share now, cause I’m at a new point in my life
Why you droolin’ over some bitch?
We makin’ these hits
That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
But you don’t see the inside of my mind when the door closed
I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
And there’s a reason for that
Look at the world we livin’ in
One look around will have you for sure feelin’ me
My infamy is difference, see
I’m on a new frequency
That only a few can pick up
Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up

[Verse 2]
Knock, knock, who’s there?
It’s the man with the plan
It’s the corpse with the flows bringin’ you to an end
Knock, knock, who’s there?
It’s the man with the plan
It’s the corpse with the flows bringin’ you to an end
Yeah

[Hook]
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame

[Verse 3]
I alienate myself from those who love me
Loco still, my social skills is rusty
Slayer like Buffy
My focal point is
Stayin’ on track like a locomotive
And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
I’m the resurgence every time that the drought hits
Lord BONES turn a tap into a fountain
Lost track of the classics
I’ve dropped, I’m done countin’
I live off the flows, I give ’em just like allowance
Gettin’ too big for their britches, it’s time to hammer
Got the underground on lock, I am the deadbolt
Dead shit, buckshot, locked on your head, bitch
Peepin’ Tom motherfuckers lookin’ over hedges
That’s just life for the original
No employee, got our own business now

[Hook]
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame
Singin’ in the rain, dealin’ with the shame

Migos – Give No Fuck Lyrics

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[Intro: Quavo, Baka Not Nice]
DJ Durel
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus: Quavo, Takeoff]
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Get right)
I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome (Ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that hoe
She need a walker (Smash, get right)
I just shoot them problems off, now I’m bossin’ (Woo, get right)
Yeah, let the money talk, back to [?] (Takeoff)

[Verse 1: Takeoff, Offset]
Big bankroll, I swear the lane I be huggin’ (Big bankroll)
Live for thousands, cooky musty, the ass foggin’ (Cook these rolls)
I can work it, still the sparklin’ do more talkin’ (Brr, brr)
They hit the target when the carpet do more [?] (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
We don’t give two fucks (Choppa)
Hangin’ out the roll with a truck
Don’t play with your [?] ’cause I’m up (Up)
She broke so why would I cuff? (Cuff)
We rich, lit, we ’bout to go out of space (Lit)
Go to toilet, took me a rich shit
‘Cause I got racks on my [?]

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I make you go get the bag, done when we livin’ the dream (Livin’ the dream)
Game I’m comin’ out, left talk, [?] me loyalty
Stayin’ out of campaign, that’s what it’s supposed to be (Campaign)
Pray my soul to keep when I go to sleep (Uh, Huncho)

[Chorus: Quavo]
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Get right)
I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome (Ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that hoe
She need a walker (Smash, get right)
I just shoot them problems off, now I’m bossin’ (Woo, get right)
Yeah, let the money talk, back to [?]

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Yeah, get wit’ it
Spread it
Drop top Rolls (Spread it)
Machete
No confetti
Bitch too petty (Bitch)
Pink machete
Ain’t gotta did it (Woo)
We don’t give no fuck (Ah)
We don’t give no fuck (Woah)
Gave ’em a couple bucks (Bucks)
We gon’ tell you to (Woah)
Ain’t turnin’ up (Yeah)
Twenty bills in my clothes
I got a bulletproof truck
I got a [?] stuck on the Royce
Give no fuck (Ooh)

[Chorus: Quavo, Travis Scott]
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Get right)
I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome (Ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that hoe
She need a walker (Smash, get right)
I just shoot them problems off, now I’m bossin’ (Woo, get right)
Yeah, let the money talk, back to [?] (Yeah)

[Verse 5: Travis Scott]
I need a run on my road and pray for the best [?] old time
[?] coming out the hood [?] she smashin’ next time
[?] one time
[?] run for the bag at the best time
[?] one time (Oh my god)
I might cop the [?]
I might leave you [?]
We don’t count the pages
We just count the payment
[?]
She start rejuvenation
Every day we [?]

[Chorus: Quavo]
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
We don’t give no fuck (No)
We don’t give no fuck (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Get right)
I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome (Ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that hoe
She need a walker (Smash, get right)
I just shoot them problems off, now I’m bossin’ (Woo, get right)
Yeah, let the money talk, back to [?]

AWOLNATION – California Halo Blue Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Don’t want to talk about it so I think I’ll sing it with you
I thought I had until the morning and I know what to do
And she said
I packed the car and grabbed the dogs and packed up plenty of food
Don’t worry
And grabbed your journals, grabbed your soul, and grabbed your favorite shoes

[Chorus]
California halo blue
California hang on through
California halo blue
California hang on through

[Verse 2]
I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t talk
You know I couldn’t sit down
All I could do is wait around and pray for my home town
Remember
9th of November
Don’t forget about the trees and the birds
And the families
Humanity now I can see the devil’s hold on this world

[Chorus]
California halo blue
California hang on through
California halo blue
California hang on through

[Bridge]
Remember, remember the 9th of November
Remember, remember the 9th of November
Remember, remember the 9th of November
Ahh

[Chorus]
California halo blue
California hang on through
California halo blue
California hang on through

[Outro]
Oh, halo blue
Yeah, hang on through
Oh, halo blue
Yeah, hang on through

The Game – The Code Lyrics

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[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I was young, black, and ashy, ’42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin’ up Blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang classy
Gold herringbone, mama said I’m too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell ’em, “Run it,” like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I’m from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain’t never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I’m gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top down, Big blastin’
Nas said I’d be a legend, nigga, don’t gas me
Hot in ’97, Funk Flex had to ask me
“How you make it out that beef with Hov?”
Nigga, my passion

[Interlude: The Game]
I was in New York the first time I heard “Dear Summer” on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin’ out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
It’s still West Side though

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Interlude: The Game]
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most
Was the storytelling
That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that cruisin’ the street in my ’64, R.I.P. to Eazy
I ain’t got nothin’ against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
And remember, nigga, I was young too, let’s go

[Verse 2: The Game]
Made it out the hood and some, I’m on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain’t have to ask for it
Gold Daytons on a ’97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin’ from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A’s, and I was playin’ sports
Youngin and fresh, six bricks inside a Jansport
Fast forward, countin’ this money on Aftermath for it
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her don’t come back here ’til she got an ass for it
Told her run through mackin’ in Louis to get a bag for it
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang (Bang)
Gang gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I’m Dam’ Wayne, bring the major pain, pain
Candlelight, Fox 5, fish fry, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C)
Wet ’em with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea)
Throwin’ up the pyramid, like I’m from Egypt (Gang)
The hunnid round see-through, y’all so see-through (Bop)
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I’m the big red Blood, ayy
Glock 45, get a big red slug
You ain’t Blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh)
Way before the rap, I trappin’ out the cold
I didn’t know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope (Oh)
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain’t got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)
I do this shit myself, nigga, I don’t need no help
Walk up on ’em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gon’ be extinct
Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don’t think (Oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon’ make that shit sink (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Jme – Nang Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus]
Oi, how did man get that whip?
Buss up the mic and spit
Oi, how did man get that yard?
Mash up the mic, go hard
Oi, oi, how did man get on stage?
Pick up the mic and spray
Oi, how did man get that far?
What?! Bruck up the mic with bars

[Chorus]
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

[Verse 1: Jme]
You know when I step on the mic I do this ting
You man better get on your bike and move in sync
If you never believe man will start rinsing
I don’t give a shit and I might even convince him
Don’t approach me when I’m eating
I don’t wanna listen to what man is teaching
Man are going crazy asking me bullshit
All I hear, ring-ding-ding-ding-ding!
When I step in the dance they got questions
So bait, I wanna ask where’s the restroom
Halfway through the answer man’s gobsmacked
Like I weren’t clocking you glancing at Skepta
I clock you before you clock me
In my black top like I said on ‘That’s Not Me’
Kick down an apple and pears and that’s cockney
On stage man are scared, they can’t stop me, what!

[Chorus]
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

[Verse 2: Jme]
So, what? Fam, I’m sick of these, pussyoles in this industry
Man’s got batteries put in his back and then they wanna speak up instantly
Mandem are making history
You man can’t do shit to me
When you see me I got the same energy but you ain’t saying nuttin’ like Mr Bean
What, yeah, man I move too sick
Fifteen years deep you man ain’t on shit
Games in my hand fam and I’ve gone switch
Come for the ball, get a panna on pitch
Try take the piss since manna got rich?
Get a reality check I’ll wake him up quick
Can’t call yourself a grime MC if you can’t come radio, stand up and spit

[Pre-Chorus]
Oi, how did man get that whip?
Buss up the mic and spit
Oi, how did man get that yard?
Mash up the mic, go hard
Oi, oi, how did man get on stage?
Pick up the mic and spray
Oi, how did man get that far?
What?! Bruck up the mic with bars

[Chorus]
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

[Verse 3: Skepta]
I don’t take back chat or disrespect, already know the gang and I’m suttin’ like Big Fris
Fuck the opps, it’s their loss, I cut them off
How could I get pissed off, bodies get ticked off
I hope you brush your teeth, before you talk about the big boss
Brand new bed sheets, covered in your wifey’s lip gloss
You was at the top but you slipped off
They hate the way I took what’s mine
Fucked off, came back, took some more, fucked off again
Turned Shoreditch into a cunch spot, and I got more sauce in the dutch pot
I do the producing, do the booth, I do the bouncing
Funny guy, couldn’t be me you’re clowning
Ten summers at the top and I’m still counting
Said they don’t rate me but when I bring out a new riddim they’re listening
Tryna find out who did the mixing, what was MsM Engineer thinking?
Yeah, we was in the studio, doing up greatness
You was on Insta, doing up shameless
Peng ting, said she had enough of the fake-ness
Told me she loves the way that I don’t beg friend with any of them

[Chorus]
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

The Game – I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song Lyrics

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[Intro: DOM KENNEDY]
Your son wonder when you comin’ home
I wonder why you couldn’t make it home?
I wonder why they love you when you gone?
I wonder if you know how much they miss you?
Crenshaw, now they yellin’, “Crenshaw”
Crenshaw, now they wearin’ Crenshaw
I wonder why they love you when you gone? (When you gone)

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & The Game]
I wonder if you’re there right now (Right now, Ayy, Dom)
I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
I wonder if you’re really listenin’ to what I feel right now? (This L.A. shit)
I wonder
I’m hopin’ you’re the peace that’ll make ’em really care right now (Throw them dubs up)
But you’re gone and it just isn’t fair right now, right now (One time for our nig’, we got the world lit)
On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip)
The good they die young, used to be my son
Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved, yeah
I didn’t wanna write this song

[Verse 1: The Game]
Didn’t wanna write it, so it’s from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin’ papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin’, you and Blacc Sam built it from the dirt
Los Angeles, the gift and a curse
Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
You had the Staples Center packed like a church
Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big as the bosses
Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin’
Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is
On the days that I’m feelin’ exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin’
This type of shit you don’t see that often
Stevie Wonder singin’, he can’t even see your coffin

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
I wonder if you’re free right now, yeah
I wonder if you’re happy, are you livin’ out your dreams right now?
I hope the angels are givin’ you your wings right now
The hardest thing that I had to sing right now
Right now, right now, oh, God
The best was yet to come (Sometime)
The good, they die young
Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
Pain I feel is numb
You’ll always be loved
I didn’t wanna write this song

[Verse 2: The Game]
Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walkin’ with the 60s
I witnessed it all, you was right there with me
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through
Mind over matter, yeah, it’s all mental
But I still don’t trust 12 when I see ’em in my rearview
Six years ago, I could of been you
Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
If I come, tell God to let me in
Give ’em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
You got tears fallin’ down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I can’t text again
And if they killed you, they could kill Game
But I don’t mind dyin’ if it’s gon’ bring real change

[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosius]
Say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly
Still we cry (Still we cry)
I wish I could have protected you there
Just say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly
Still we cry, cry, cry
Still we cry, yeah
Cry, cry, I cry
Didn’t wanna write this song

[Outro: DOM KENNEDY & Marsha Ambrosius]
Dear rap game, we can’t take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of L.A., Slauson
Clap for him, clap for him
The marathon continues
I didn’t wanna write this song

The Game – Ask for Me Lyrics

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[Intro]
Aight, come on

[Verse 1]
Soon as Dre say what Dre say, we on a yacht
Mediterranean Sea bangin’ Dre Day, nigga
Gold chain like it’s my payday, nigga
Two days away from land, yeah, mayday, nigga
Come on (Come on)
Dolphins hoppin’ out the water like a ’64 Impala, come on
You in the club tossin’ dollars for bitches that suck and swallow
I rub the wood on a model like openin’ night at Apollo
I give her the Captain’s jack, she gon’ feel like she in Astroworld tomorrow
T-shirts gettin’ borrowed, sunsets in Monte Carlo

[Chorus]
Can you fill that glass for me?
Half Henny, half lemonade
Goin’ up to renegade ’cause it’s still Aftermath with me
Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?
If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me
I told her I can’t stay but here’s where I stay
When you get there just ask for me

[Verse 2]
I got verses from Nas, beats from Swizz
Hooks from Blige, all that shit feedin’ my kids
Took three to my side, two in my ribs
Bullet stuck in my leg, still, nigga, I’m here
I got samples from Blaze, killed shit from Premier
If niggas call my shit classic, it is what it is
Poured lean with Wayne, ain’t sipped it in years
After what happened to triple X, my vision is clear
I be like Cyclops, see niggas from five blocks
Ask your man, my superpower these five Glocks
Yachts with stash spots, my niggas is black ops
We fuckin’ these white hoes and flickin’ off black cops
I know I’m an asshole, I grew up a have-not
Now we dockin’ in Cayman islands and then make a cash drop
Ferrari in backwoods, chronic the mascot
So high I forgot this bitch name

[Chorus]
Ayy
Can you fill that glass for me?
Half Henny, half lemonade
Goin’ up to renegade ’cause it’s still Aftermath with me
Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?
If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me
I told her I can’t stay but here’s where I stay
When you get there just ask for me

Oh Wonder – This Christmas Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
There’s a million faces out there in the streets
And a quiet home’s in winter melodies
Seems funny how the season brings the tear
When I’m longing for the snow to disappear

[Pre-Chorus: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
Hey now
If I close my eyes now
Shut all the world out
Just you and me

[Chorus: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
I’d give all the snow and sleigh bells, all the Christmas lights
I’d give all the golden mistletoe, all the cozy nights
I’d give all the love this time of year, all the festive cheer
I’d give anything this Christmas, anything this Christmas
I’d give anything this Christmas to have you here

[Verse 2: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
There’s a taxi driving someone home tonight
And a Christmas card that I will never write
Wish I had that [?] I could skate away on
Wish I had you in my arms, where you belong

[Pre-Chorus: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
Hey now
If I close my eyes now
Shut all the world out
Just you and me

[Chorus: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
I’d give all the snow and sleigh bells, all the Christmas lights
I’d give all the golden mistletoe, all the cozy nights
I’d give all the love this time of year, all that festive cheer
I’d give anything this Christmas, anything this Christmas
I’d give anything this Christmas to have you here

[Chorus: Josephine Vander Gucht & Anthony West]
I’d give anything this Christmas, anything this Christmas
I’d give anything this Christmas
I’d give all the snow and sleigh bells, all the Christmas lights
I’d give all the golden mistletoe, all the cozy nights
I’d give all the love this time of year, all that festive cheer
I’d give anything this Christmas, anything this Christmas
I’d give anything this Christmas to have you here

BONES – Chrome Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
You got a false image
Bitch, I got no limits
You trip, I slap a clip in
I’m banging chrome finish
Don’t be another victim
You pussies try to fit in
This fuckin’ scene is sickenin’
It’s scary how I’m livin’

[Verse 2]
I fall asleep and pass away, then wake up blunt twistin’
Even if I’m drowning like Whitney, I keep a razor with me
Cool it down like New Edition, then go froze when you see me
I don’t fuck with the city, rather be in the forest
Solar cells up on my cottage, hear the birds in the morning
Earl Grey in my kettle
Off the grid how I settle
Super [?] how I travel
This how I cope with my mental
I engrained myself in history bitch I’ll be here forever

[Pre-Chorus]
I be so on my shit I’ma foreclose your [?]
No, you not like me
So when night fall she dip, dip
Pager all on my hip, hip
Whole game on my dick, dick
Motherfuck yo clique, give a fuck what you think, bitch
SESH

[Chorus]
I lift it up and I’m shaking the earth
Sharpen my blade and I’m bringin’ the hurt
Deep in the dirt, hittin’ the curb
Bitch don’t talk to me, don’t get on my nerves
Cashed as a bitch now I’m slurring my words
This my confession, I’m letting it burn
Told you already, bitch when will you learn?
SESH is forever till I’m in the earth
Bitch

The Game – Cross on Jesus Back Lyrics

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[Chorus: The Game]
They put a cross on Jesus’ back
They made him crawl ’til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus’ back
They made him crawl ’til his knees was black

[Verse 1: D Smoke]
Super good
How many people endure that judgment?
The steeple is meant to usher the presence of higher power
But the reverend desires showers with seven virgins
And hours of heaven, lustful pleasures
A couple C cups and the essence enough to keep blood rushin’, I fuck with her heavy
I might jump in her belly
I might summon her friends just so we all function like Eddie
I treat it like an animal plus the camera’s on steady
Do my damage and then go scramble leaf panties like levies
They gon’ judge me no matter what I do, uh
So I keep my halo with a peace sign, give a fuck ’bout you
When I recline, I’ma need a fee, so I never get enough, I knew
I barely even touched my food, we skipped the appetizers
I slid inside her, when I’m done, I’m like, “What the fuck I do?”
Now her head’s on my sleeve and my hand’s on her weave
She wanna stay and parlay and conversate over trees
But now I’m ready to leave
And I’m just wonderin’ where my keys is at

[Chorus: The Game]
They put a cross on Jesus’ back
They made him crawl ’til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus’ back
They made him crawl ’til his knees was black

[Verse 2: The Game]
One time ’bout to pull up
One time ’bout to pull up
Tell them niggas stop doin’ pull-ups on the stop sign
Assembly line with this Glock 9
We don’t toss that, tell her put in her purse
We live this real-life shit then put it in a verse
But this freak only askin’ me, “Do them bullets really hurt?”
Can’t answer no questions unless you really from the turf
But I can put you on
See your curves from them curves that I swerved up on
Legs so smooth, the type of thighs you sniff a bird up on
Fuck the Summer Walker, no matter how many times we done heard that song
Daycare on your back, scoop them kids up with the shirt that’s on
Back to the block where niggas stay active, no drama teachers
Pour O.E. out for our lost ones and stay elevated like Balenciaga sneakers
Inglewood to Compton, Space Jam’s on, shot it out with monsters
13 to your back, Tristan Thompson
K.G., I’m like the chopper had a conscience
Every nigga gotta watch how he movin’
Every picture got a nigga next to Judas
Every nigga got his own cross to bear
And that’s the reason that…

[Chorus: The Game]
They put a cross on Jesus’ back
They made him crawl ’til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus’ back
They made him crawl ’til his knees was black

[Outro: The Game]
This is Ye’s Sunday service with killers and murderers
Must have heard us comin’, don’t let them niggas in the church with us
This is Ye’s Sunday service with killers and murderers
Must have heard us comin’, don’t let them niggas in the church with us

The Game – Gold Daytonas Lyrics

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[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
You know we got it
Yeah, gold Daytonas
The motherfuckin’ wheels
Yeah, ride with it on us

[Verse 1: The Game]
You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin’ Bron Bron with them staples in ’em (Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I’m like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand ’fore we go in clubs (‘Fore we what?)
‘Fore we pour them shots (‘Fore we what?)
‘Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Ride
Yeah

[Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY]
Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I’m with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, “Go ‘head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let ’em hate
Then they gon’ end up down one”

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Uh, you know we got it, nigga (Yeah), ayy
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, ayy
Ride with it on us
Ride, ride, ride, ride, aight, haha

[Outro: The Game & DOM KENNEDY]
Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
Fuck bitches
Ayy
Fuck bitches
Yeah

Fabolous – My Mind Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fabolous, Fabolous & Jacquees]
Uh, they be thinkin’ I be daydreamin’
Yeah, but on the real, I be bae dreamin’
Niggas tryna get at me, stay schemin’
Callin’ me Jodeci, told Alexa, “Play “Feenin’”
I can’t get you off of my mind
You know it’s hard to get it all for the grind
Had to make you VIP, get you off of that line
Since your ex been throwin’ shade, hit you up for some shine, you know?

[Pre-Chorus: Fabolous]
Put them rocks on her body like a stone massage
Doors go up on the car like the home garage
How ’bout me, you, and this money have our own ménage?
Hit you later, make sure your phone is charged

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind
Yeah (Hey)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (Ooh)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Yeah, got you all up in my thought process
No more dreamin’ ’bout you, time to let them thoughts progress
Turnin’ into reality like it’s Love & Hip-Hop
Haters can’t stand the rain but watchin’ every drip-drop
Workin’ out and eatin’ good, get your shape in tip-top
And always slides through for me, you don’t ever flip-flop
‘Less it’s that designer with Chanel C’s on ’em
Or the Gucci G’s on ’em, Louis LV’s on ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Fabolous]
Thinkin’ ’bout that head got me mind-blown
In the drop top, had my mind gone
Like minds think alike, what your mind on?
Play that “I Can’t Get You Off My Mind” song, yeah

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind
Yeah (Hey)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (Ooh)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Jacquees]
You’re stuck in my head (Yeah), can’t get you out (Out)
Yeah, swear you’re my drug (Drug), I can’t live without
I’m on your team, babe (Yeah), you’re hot like the ball (Rock)
Give it to me, I’ll score (Yeah)
It’s an easy decision (Right), for you, I’d listen (Yeah)
Girl, you got my attention
You’re my holster, I’m the 9, my Glock 9, never leavin’ you (You)
Yes, I need you by my side (My side)
Protect me, I’ll protect you
I’m ready (Ready), this love 50/50
Keep it a hundred with me, baby (Yeah)
I’ma take the lead, they follow (Oh)
I’m jumpin’ off the deep, no shallow (Shallow)

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (I can’t get you off my mind)
Mind (Oh)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind), yeah
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind), yeah, yeah