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Bugzy Malone – Bruce Wayne (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
Everything black on the C63 for real impact
Man could never tell me that I’m whack when I’m sat back in the tracksuit that I designed and it’s mad
Go and tell them man they can fall back
Cuz’ I’m king of the north and I’m on a warpath
You don’t wanna see me when I’m in a ski mask cuz you know I got the big ting in a rucksack
0-60 in four point zero, hero cuz I’m batman and all that
Man don’t want it with the don god and I got a level that I’m not showing them and all that
I watch man looking at my watch fam, but I’m not a watch man cuz I’ve never been a raw ?,? couldn’t even stop man
And I got baddies to catch I’m batman and all that
[Chorus x2]
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out doors with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man, then I’ll do a batman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
[Verse 2]
See when I got beef
I get blacked out down to my feet
I mean I got something new for the street
And I swear on my mums life it’s the kind of tracksuit man use when they got beef
Blacked out down to the feet
I mean I got something new for the street
Supply&Demand part 3
Yeah I’m on a different planet
They’ve seen everything I got and they want it
Man say that they’re gonna’ smack man about when they see man in the flesh and they don’t want it
Why say you wanna go bar for bar
Cuz when I heard you bar for bar you were robotic
This ones like a gangbanger, with a blacked out man bag and a flow psychotic
I’m hard like a gym with no tonic? Flyin’ like a Tails with no Sonic
You don’t know the AMG is trick tronic and the kick on it is quick like a pick pocket
From a nobody to a somebody, I got bodies on my résumé
Ask my man he got bodied
Truthfully I couldn’t wifey the ting off, she isn’t my cup of tea or coffee

[Chorus x4]
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out doors with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a batman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting

Bugzy Malone – Memory Lane (feat. Tom Grennan) (King Of The North Album)

(Tom Grennan)
Today is our day
We’re running away
But the night was so long and
Today is the day that we break off our chains? (Bugzy Malone)
Yeah
Today is gonna be the day
That they throw it all back to you
And by now
You should have somehow realised what you have to do
The world keeps on turning round
Bridges keep burning down
Nobody can hear you now
No matter how loud you shout
Sitting in total silence
Totally lost, no guidance
You don’t call no more
Nobody can find ya
Nobody can find the time like they lost their watch
They find it hard to think you went soft
They find an architect that I’ve promised that I make sure
He puts the building blocks in place
Start rebuilding, we’ve been broken since children
They keep telling me that we’re only human
I don’t do no silly excuses
Nobody wins we’re losing
So violent and abusive
It’s all battle, scars and bruises
Cuz what really

(Tom Grennan)
The sun shines down on me, on me, on me
And breaks my ties you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll see
That angel’s eyes, they bleed
This life, I chose
My open wounds they show that
Memory lane is like a winding road
(Bugzy Malone)
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now
I just want you to know that I love you
It’s a cruel world outside but
I need you to know that I got you
Such a forgetful place and
I don’t want them to forget you
Hard times have arrived and
I wanna make sure that we get through
I look into your eyes sometimes
All I can see is emptiness, no resemblance, no more fire
Or anything similar
When did the winter get to us , I go blind
Looking at a light so bright? When the sun shines down om me, on me, on me
And breaks my ties you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll see
That angels die, they bleed , this life
My open wounds they show
That memory lane is like a winding road
Like a winding road
(Bugzy Malone)
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now
(Tom Grennan)
Memory lane is like a winding road
(Yeah)
Memory lane is like a winding road What’s the king if the king has lost its crown? But if I can find my way
Then I’ll come back for you and I’ll make it right
I wanna say something but I don’t know how
I gotta keep it moving, I can’t turn ’round
How did David make Goliath fall down?

Bugzy Malone – We Don’t Play (King Of The North Album)

[Intro x3]
Kill or be killed
Savages…
[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
[Verse 1]
No fuckboys in my section
Nothing but cacao in my complexion
Don’t you know I got diamonds in my rolex
And we’re not gonna sleep nigga that’s no rest
I’m gonna leave it fading on gravy
I got the bangers where the mash is crazy
Wanna drink from my table then pay me
Th-th-that bitch is shady
Th-th-that bitch can persuade me
She says she knows who I am
Cause she’s seen my face on the gram
She did have a 1 but he’s gone
Somebody pass me the Don Perignon
Can you pass me the Don Perignon
I made money from drugs
Made money from drugs
I was mixing the does with the buds
Mixing the does with the buds
The money was good
All the money was good
Money was the only good thing in the hood
Only good thing in the hood

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
[Verse 2]
I’m fadin’ she noticed
I needed a song for the roadies
I’m famous he’s lonely
Don’t let him pretend that he knows me
Why they so nosy
They wish they could phone me
I bang it in
I’m a striker she a goalie
She eat it up like I’m guacamole
If you wanna take it off you better hit the switch
I’m grabbin’ her throat she’s grabbin’ my dick
And now this bitch’s tryna bite my lip
Don’t she know I’m a badboy I don’t like to kiss
Shot’s through the black now we hit the strip
Man don’t play man are built for this
All my niggas working money mitch
And I’m like the dark-skin version of Richie Rich

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

Bugzy Malone – Through The Night (feat. DJ Luck & Mc Neat) (King Of The North Album)

Because I’ve never been standard
You can get lost out here and get stranded
Anybody coming to the North tryna fuck with the King
On a boat or ship and get anchored
All hands on deck because I don’t take kindly to idol threats
These MC’s are some overnight MC’s
That’s why they want me dead
[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night
[Verse 3]
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life I don’t fuck with none of these guys
It’s groggy season Rucka’s after Rucka’s
Most of these MC’s are just muppets
Dem man say I’m just lucky
Like said I don’t know bar for bar I’m just mucky
I’ll make a dark-skinned MC crumble
Just like a double chocolate chip cookie
I’m King Kong
I’ll make a light-skinned MC sound like a new born puppy
They can team up they can round the whole scene up
But it’s not going to make a difference on G-Dot
Dem man are pissed off because they’ve got shows
But right now they’re performing for peanuts
What kind of a MC looks at the DJ
Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups
You’re not a MC you’re just a copycat it won’t last
[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night How much money does he make per show? (Oh Life!)
I’m like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy’s
I just want to know have you ever counted
£500,000 out in £20 notes? And how much did he make from the EP? No? Wait and all that from his own label
He must have way more money than me (damn right!)
How did he get that car? (Life!)
How did he go from selling drugs signing on
To becoming a star? (Life!)
How did he come so far? [Verse 1]
Looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Tell them I’m lurking nigga don’t sleep
I’ll ride into your village on horseback
5000 soldiers in my fleet
But it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
And they’ve had nothing but invisible beef
They can bring Zeus because I’m like Ares
I’m a warlord but I’ve never been Greek
Now it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Looking like you coming up against me
Looking like Bugzy Malone’s top 3
And set man are getting too old to compete
Set man are getting too old for this grime ting now
Man are way too old for these beats
When the album dropped everybody stop listening
To his album after one week
Now your looking confused, looking at me
You sing now but you didn’t sing last week
Oh you want to make a track for the gyaldem
Because the gyaldem love beauty and the beast
This ones a robbery with no baly and gloves
Man know I got a bare faced cheek
I’m not from London but when I go London
Man know I got a army behind me
[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night
[Verse 2]
What did he want to do next
This ones simple it’s nottin complex
Man don’t start showing me respect
Then I’m going to start putting guillotines on necks
It’s not that deep it’s not the Loch ness
But I’ll start taking shots like George Best
Man start trying to cook something up for me
When I’m Gordon Ramsay and they’re just the chef
Gogglebox everybody looking at me
MC’s blinking like it can’t be
How can a guy come from out of town
Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?

Tyler The Creator – Glitter (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? [Outro]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 45, 7 track, 8 for me
"Babydoll", I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around
[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me
[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel? (Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel? How ya feel? (Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel? How ya feel? (Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel? [Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends
[Chorus]
You light my firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I needed in my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time
[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?

Tyler The Creator – November (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum? What if I got comfortable? Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses? What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes? [Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November? And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck? Tell me, what’s your November? [Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November? Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November
[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep* Oh is it really? What if these deep thoughts was my last? What if I’m hustling backwards? Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over? What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over? Is it a person? Let me pull over, quick! What if I crashed? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really?

Tyler The Creator – Droppin’ Seeds (feat. Lil Wayne) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

Oh is it really? Let me pull over, quick! What if I’m hustling backwards? What if I crashed? Tell me, what’s your November? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum? Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses? And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck? Is it a person? [Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November? What if these deep thoughts was my last? [Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November? Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November
[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep* Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes? Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over? What if I got comfortable?

Tyler The Creator – 10 911 Mr. Lonely (feat. Anna Of The North, Frank Ocean & Steve Lacy) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

Part I: 911
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me)
(Call me) How you doin’? (Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number
You can reach me, woo! I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven’t found someone (who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
The loneliest of them all (me)
Cupid actin’ stupid
Do you got another number I could call? Damn! Lonely

[Intro: A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The Creator]
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That’s what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (that’s me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin’ lonely
Writin’ songs about these people
Who do not exist, he’s such a fuckin’ phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I’m not Chicago
Heart is low, it’s real low, it’s so low
You can’t lift me up, I’m like Gallardo
From the start it’s been real dark
It’s been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
I’m playin’ like Hasbro
I’m really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin’ ’bout cars (skrrt)
But what the fuck else do you want from me? Never had a pet
I’ve never had a pet
There’s more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I’ve never been good with bitches
‘Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that’s where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how I’m really doin’
So I never have to press that 911

[Outro: Jasper]
Ohh! Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
But that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done? Damn! That is the only thing keepin’ me company
Purchase some things until I’m annoyed
These items is fillin’ the void
Been fillin’ it for so long
I don’t even know if it’s shit I enjoy (ohh)
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow? [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time
911 (You should call me, oh)
911 (Call me)
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin’ on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold out show
Crowd wild out but don’t matter ’cause you not front row
I’ve been lookin’ for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911

[Bridge: Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator]
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line, you know I’ll answer (click)
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Anna of the North]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911, (you should call me, oh)
911, (you should call me)
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the ‘burbs, ‘burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the night line
Work line
Dial nine
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don’t mean nothing, nothing
Nothin’, nothin’, without you shotgun in the passenger
I’m the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw ’em off
I’m gon’ run out of moves ’cause I can’t groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell ’em to call me at 911…
Part II: Mr.

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time! (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker? That’s my motherfucking set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor? (God I love this sample)
We’re going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun
[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker? [Intro: Shane Powers]
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio! Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

[Verse 4]
Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
Yeah right now
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)
[Outro]
Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Bitch
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
"Fuck… Hello" Boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First… happy birthday! Boy, I ain’t got time
[Verse 1]
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I ain’t got time
[Verse 2]
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow
[Bridge]
(Hey)
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

[Verse 3]
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans fucked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
(And that’s a fact boy!)
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And at them Golf boys? Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?

Tyler The Creator – Boredom (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

‘Cause I’m not solved, I’m… bored."
[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Bored and getting desperate as hell
(Desperate, using, texting, amusing)
Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will
Message me with some plans that are amusing as well
Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning
Morning, morning, morning, morning
(Morning, ohh, what the fuck?)
Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance
My stomach angry and yellin’, I need some food, I could order
But I hate eating solo
Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots
And sunsets at the border, yeah
Ringy dingy dong, I can’t be alone
I been starting to feel like I don’t know anyone
So now I’m staring at my ceiling fuckin’ going
Like I have no idea where I’m going
Tick tock
(Damn, gotta get outta here)

[Hook: Rex Orange County, Anna of the North and Tyler, the Creator]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Hey, can y’all help me right quick?)
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)
[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator & Anna of the North]
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Boredom got a new best friend
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Tick tock
[Outro: Rex Orange County]
Find some time, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time

[Shane Powers]
"Ride’s over, we got some tickets to see s-" [Intro: Rex Orange County & Corinne Bailey]
When you’re having fun, fun
Time flies, time flies, time flies
When you’re having fun (time flies)
Out the window (go, go, go)
[Hook: Rex Orange County]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Ohh-whoa
[Verse 1: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Boredom got a new best friend
(Boredom, boredom, best friend)
Cause boredom got a new best friend (oh, oh, oh)
Boredom got a new best friend
Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na
Oh oh oh
[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
(Find some time, oh)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, I’m serious
I ate ’em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught ’em
If we’re talkin’ ’bout real meals, ask my stomach, he ain’t saw ’em
I’ve been in this fuckin’ room so long
My eyeballs are turning to dry wall
My friends suck, fuck ’em, I’m over ’em
"Hi y’all, y’all ain’t hit me all day
What the fuck is the problem? Is it me?

Anana – Frutica Pal Alma Lyrics

ANANAFrutica Pal Alma Lyrics
A quién tengo yo, sino a Ti
Tu a mi me llevas, me levantas, me sostienes
A quién llamaré, sino es a Ti
Eres mi entrada, tu mi puerta y mi consuelo
Tu me haces feliz, me llenas de ti
Me abraza tu paz, me endulza tu miel
Contigo estaré, en tu mar viviré
Que basto y profundo este amor
Coro
/Eres frutica para mi alma
El alimento pa’ mi cuerpo
A mi me devuelves la calma
Tu a mi me llenas to’ por dentro/
A quién miraré, sino es a ti
Vivo perdida en los destellos de tu risa
A quién buscaré, sino es a Ti
Tus pensamientos son la fuente de mi vida
Tu me haces feliz, me llenas de ti
Me abraza tu paz, me endulza tu miel
Contigo estaré, en tu mar viviré
Que basto y profundo este amor
Coro
/Eres frutica para mi alma
El alimento pa’ mi cuerpo
A mi me devuelves la calma
Tu a mi me llenas to’ por dentro/

Of tinerete – Irina Lepa – R.I.P. Denisa versuri

Nu luam seama ca trece asa mult timp
Si din viata ne mai ramane un pic
Versuri-lyrics.info
Toti anii frumosi dupa bani alergam
Iar la batranete zilele inapoi le vrem. Of tinerete abia azi vad ca nu pot
Sa dau la schimb vreo avere sa te-aduc la loc
Of tineretea mea floarea mea frumoasa
Vino sa-ti dau bani cati vrei pe anii din viata. Versuri Irina Lepa
Video tinerete Versuri Irina Lepa – Of tinerete
Cum ajunge viata omului
Cand se pune la mana banului
Fericirea si zilele insorite
Vezi cum trec pe langa ele asa grabite.(of tinerete)
Of tinerete abia azi vad ca nu pot
Sa dau la schimb vreo avere sa te-aduc la loc
Of tineretea mea floarea mea frumoasa
Vino sa-ti dau bani cati vrei pe anii din viata. Of tinereteee abia azi vad ca nu pot
Sa dau la schimb vreo avere sa te-aduc la loc
Of tineretea mea floarea mea frumoasa
Vino sa-ti dau bani cati vrei pe anii din viataaa.

I m on – Tion Wayne feat. Kojo Funds lyrics

Lyrics Tion Wayne – I m on
In the dance, Cartier arm
When them man ’em walk through
Gal’ are like “Gwan”
Road P, Rap P, everythin’ calm when my brother moves food
Everythin’ Garn’
Move to your girl and she had it
Can you blame her? She want to f*ck with the baddest
Think you know the grind don’t stop, it’s a habbit
In a penthouse getting brain of a ratchet
Then she tellin’ me, “I like you, ya’kna”
She says, “I wanna be your wifey, ya’kna”
And I’m telling her “It’s likely, ya,kna”
But she will never be my wifey ya’kna, wifey ya’kna
One bang, drop, make him slumped
f*ckin’ up the place like Brexit and Trump
They ain’t real G’s, they ain’t earned s**t for their mum
All these groupies never get wifed, are you dumb.(i m on)
I’m-I’m-I m on
You can hate on a nigga, I m on
I’m feeling good, I’m on
I be heading to the belly, I’m gone
Yeahhh, I’m on
You can hate on a nigga, I’m on
Say she down, I told her come ’round
Mi’ haffi’ give her the D, .. Tion Wayne lyrics
Video on I’m-I’m-I’m on
You can hate on a nigga, I’m on
I’m feeling good, I’m on
I be heading to the belly, I’m on
Yeahhh, I’m on
You can hate on a nigga, I’m on
Say she down, I told her come ’round
Mi’ haffi’ give her the D, .. Mi’ haffi’ give her the D, you know I’m active
She wasn’t f*cking with me until this rap s**t
Mi’ haffi’ give her the D, you know I’m active
And I be takin’ your girl ’cause she’s attractive
Say she’s down, I told her go down
She want to flex with man that spend pound
When you smash you girl there’s no sound, no sound
Did road, I didn’t start with this
Now I got to put my heart in this
But I’ll never go .., what the ‘rass is this
Your main thing want a part of this
.. your chick versuri-lyrics.info
What I want, when I wanna
Fresh kicks with a fresh trim, for the summer
Mad a little change, now he moving brand new
I can never hate on a nigga like you. I’m-I’m-I’m on
You can hate on a nigga, I’m on
I’m feeling good, I’m on
I be heading to the belly, I’m on
Yeahhh, I’m on
You can hate on a nigga, I’m on
Say she down, I told her come ’round
Mi’ haffi’ give her the D, ..

Verlisify – Shofu lyrics

Well the views are all I care about, starting drama all the time, I just do it Do it for the kind
bring it back one time for the data
they were right the whole time
getting money everytime I get to shout’,n bout a cheata like that! My wrist are so stupid they call it verlisifyyy
chain on my neck b*tch they call it verlisifyyy
I got cho b*tch on a leash, ima just call her verlisifyyy
nigga I be with my dog in the streets, u can just call me verlisifyyyy
verlisifyyy, verlisifyyy, verlisifyyy
your opinion doesn’t matter over here..call me verlisifyyy
My girl got on the boots with the fur, call her verlisifyyy. My wrist are so stupid they call it verlisify
chain on my neck b*tch they call it verlisify
I got cho b*tch on a leash, ima just call her verlisify
nigga I be with my dog in the streets, u can just call me verlisify
verlisifyyy,   verlisifyyy, verlisifyyy
your opinion doesn’t matter over here..call me verlisify
My gurl got on the boots with the fur, call her verlisify. Go and using trick or treat, I’m turning everybody to a ghost
all these ladies on me, start’n to feel like Gary oak
I really kill the most
got hand around your throat
supper with the power, have some defense on your post. Shofu lyrics
Video Shofu I’m laughing, ain’t no body pass me,
if you want the heat then nigga you know where the magby ( WAIT )
I’m thrashing, nigga you just splash’n , leave u with no body for your head, just like a gastly
who the f*ck is acting, like I wouldn’t show up with assassin’s,
I pull a scyther out and get to slash’n, spit it like salandit
chop a p***y nigga like a phantump, my gold and silver really turning platinum. I’m trap’n, I’m trap’n, im trap’n(dugtrio)
hit u, you don’t know what happened (sucker punch)
come with that fire I’m blast’n(SIKE)
block you, i ain’t bout that action
Make you disappear like an abra
see u pulling up like with the magma, let that s**t fly like Aladdin
you can get some tracking, p***y nigga you don’t have a chansey, when I get to snapp’n like a dragon
I’m cold boy you walkin on thin ice(thin ice)
ima mimikyu but I Disguise,
try to tell you niggas that I’ve been nice, if you ain’t f*cking with drink eggwhites
I got chicks on the way, sorry but I don’t got room in my dog house for you two to stay
they throw it at me, “fetch”, I wanna play, ima go get it like a bone, then I buried in her face, goddamn. Lyrics Shofu – Verlisify
My wrist are so stupid they call it verlisify
chain on my neck b*tch they call it verlisify
I got cho b*tch on a leash, ima just call her verlisify
nigga I be with my dog in the streets, u can just call me verlisify
verlisifyyy, verlisifyyy, verlisifyyy
your opinion doesn’t matter over here..call me verlisify
My gurl got on the boots with the fur, call her verlisify.

Defectul meu – Klyde versuri

Spuneai ca vezi intregul Cosmos
Adanc in ochii mei caprui
Versuri-lyrics.info
Acum ai nimanui
Si imi zambeai asa de frumos
Cand parul mi-l aranjai
Si-n brate imi sareaiii. Versuri Klyde – Defectul meu
Pe suflet ramai o pata
Ca vinul rosu pe tricou,
Trebuie schimbat din nou
Acum te vad in orice fata,
Care-mi zambeste la metrou
Te-ntorci ca un ecou.(defectul meu)
Si noaptea nu am somn, nu pot sa adorm
Patu-i prea mare fara amandoi
Ramai cu visele, eu doar cu cearcane
Si la televizor ma uit in gol,
Vad doar reluarile cu noi
Abia astept, sa nu mai astept,
Tu m-ai lasat defect. Versuri Klyde
Video meu

Tyga – Nann Nigga (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro]
Ayy, check it out, baby
See, look here for one second, let me holla at you
Who is your dawg
Trae
Hell Naw, I don’t wanna holla at no motherfucker tricky all over there smelling like bookie, hennessy and shit, hell naw
You saying, what you got? Gettin’ money in the 6 you don’t wanna see that view (nah)
Now this ain’t nothin’ new, all my bitches in the jukes (yeah, yeah)
My niggas on the news, so you know I cannot fuckin’ lose, nah
Oh you know now bitch
Louis V, 22, where now Gucci? Where the two? check it out
Hol’ up bitch, Hol up’ bitch, bitch
Hol’ up hoe
[Chorus: Tyga]
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Been to places, I’ve been
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Pull up in the coupe, bad bitches with me too
And my niggas wanna shoot
Down payment on my wrist
Couldn’t pay my tuition too
Hit the bitches with the juke, R2, spin move
Rawmatic with the juice, she used to chill with [?]
Fuck a room, I want the roof, Cabanas on the booth
Bandanas on my troops, D’usse, diamond tooth
Now pop that pussy
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Work hard, sports cars
All my [?], my garage, shirt off, skirt off
Skrrt off, off top, I’m the best, no props, make this mofucker hop
Pop that pussy don’t stop

[Chorus: Tyga]
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Been to places, I’ve been
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Shawty like a soldier, she gon’ make the body bounce
Bounce, shawty bounce, bounce, bounce, shawty bounce
Niggas talk shit, we gon’ make the shawty bounce
Smoke a dead ounce, yeah, smoke a dead ounce
We need more pounds, tell ’em we need more pounds
Pay your best friend, enough dick to go ’round
Bring your best friend, I got dick to go ’round
Didn’t know me back in ’96, didn’t know me now
I was only 7 young nigga, still reppin’
Had a switch blade, use that bitch as a weapon
Still break the law, fight your ass like it’s Tekken
I’m stuck flexin’, my bitch, a blessin’
Been a taker, you drive Jeddah
Perforated leather, Bose speaker
Now pop that pussy

[Chorus: Tyga & Honey Cocaine]
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Been to places, I’ve been
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe, hahahaha
Uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
[Verse 3: Honey Cocaine]
Yeah, young Honey, where the fuck was you? Puttin’ niggas in a tomb, Angelina with the jukes (Uh-uh, hoe)
Now when I walk into the room, I’m wearing naw dough (haha)
Where Shmurda? Murder that, now its all -wow-
Man I just had to learn my lesson, it was all growth
Fucking nigga, pay what you owe
Little stupid bitch, you ain’t even know what you know

[Chorus: Tyga & Honey Cocaine]
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga
Been to places, I’ve been
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga, uh-uh hoe
Hope you ain’t no nann nigga

Tyga – Gone Too Far (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Hook]
She’s gone too far, she’s gone too far
Whatever drugs you on, y’all been on too long
She’s gone too far
And my bitch say she miss me, I’ve been gone too long
Like bitch I’m only goin’ to the store, I’ll be back in a minute
Rappers ain’t rapped in a minute
Stayin’ broke is a joke, I ain’t laughed in a minute
[Verse 1]
Ugh, she gonna do it for a promise ring
Pussy every night, remember what you promised me? She wanna tell me how she feel, have a heart to heart
Shorty won’t you swing my way, I ain’t talkin’ golf
New Maybach, I’m talkin’ boss
Say you ex-nigga hurt, tell him walk it off
One time, two time, three time
Nigga four times, five times, me time
Here I go now, freak show, Popeye
Nigga I’ve been on the spinach and I’m gettin’ rock hard
T-Raww authentic, most them niggas knock-offs
Front like the front door, why you knock offs? I don’t front, get your dough, I don’t knock ya’ll
You got the surfboard but the wave ain’t yours

[Hook]
Dawg, she’s gone too far, she’s gone too far
And whatever drugs you on, y’all been on too long
She’s gone too far
And my bitch say she miss me, I’ve been gone too long
Like bitch I’m only goin’ to the store, I’ll be back in a minute
Rappers ain’t rapped in a minute
Stayin’ broke is a joke, I ain’t laughed in a minute You my Grammy, all them other hoes nominees
I was never honest to them other hoes, honestly
Sex in the shower, see you wet and my diamonds clean
Yeah then maybe you gon’ sweat off your Maybelline
One time, two time, three time
Nigga four times, five times, me time
Here I go now, Beast Mode, Seahawk
Then I let her tell her friends, you know how these hoes talk
Might c-walk to the Ghost, see me ghost ride
T-Raww get it poppin’, I can never go pop
Dope boy smile, all you see is coke white
And I need more mold till a nigga multi
She can get fat like Oprah
As long as she always give back like Oprah

[Hook]
You know what? She’s gone too far, she’s gone too far
And whatever drugs you on, y’all been on too long
She’s gone too far
And my bitch say she miss me, I’ve been gone too long
Like bitch I’m only goin’ to the store, I’ll be back in a minute
Rappers ain’t rapped in a minute
Stayin’ broke is a joke, I ain’t laughed in a minute
[Verse 2]
And my new shit fuego
And the money silly putty, that’s my play dough
No Seiko, it’s an Audemar
Always workin’, how you find time to drive all them cars?

Tyga – 1 Of 1 (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Hook]
You, you my only one
You my number one
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you
One on one, and I want you to want me too
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you
[Verse 1]
Back to the front with you
Don’t let ’em make you regret it
They’ll be fake if you let ’em
Don’t let ’em make less out of something
That means so much to you
I wanna make you feel comfortable
Girl you know I fuck with you
Like summer school and Lunchables
We the untouchable, yeah
You don’t have to suffer, no, yeah
I was made custom for you
Only give my loving to you
[Hook]
You my only one
You my number one
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you
One on one, and I want you to want me too
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you

[Verse 2]
Take the thug in me and put some in you
Now you wearing bandanas
Rocking your man’s flannels
Flight to Dubai, gotta pop a Xanax
Mi no love for dem batty boy antics
Gon’ make me pull choppers out the attic
I’m a savage, straight savage
Yeah, they laughed at my dreams of living lavish
We no pretender, we both remember
All these hoes was ghost ‘fore I had the Phantom
‘Fore I had the Grammy, I couldn’t get at ’em
Uh, before I rocked rings like Saturn
They ain’t wanna hang out, wanna try to plan it
That’s why I give all I have to you
They don’t know I got the juice, they don’t know
They don’t know I touch the money like masseuse
(Dem don’t know) I was made custom for you
Only giving my love to you
[Hook]
You, you my only one
You, you a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you
One on one
You, you a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you

[Outro]
Back to the front with you
Yeah, grind and bump with you
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you
Back to the front with you
Don’t have to front, it’s true
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you
One on one with you
One on one
And I want you to want me too
You a one of one
I wanna go one on one with you

Tyga – Cash Splash Nasa (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

Wanna run with us
We play in the jacuzzi, we bubblin’ nigga
[Chorus]
With a quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
[Verse 2]
Gotta call my club bitch, them club bitches
We gon’ hit the Bay, then what? [Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah, you know, they be in VIP
Drinks on me
[Pre-Chorus]
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with ’em, and what? Only got one wish (one wish)
Have fun with us, and what? Go dumb with it (go dumb)
When she in LA, she gon’ dodge a nigga
Yeah, club bitches, MIA, let the sun hit ’em
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with us
We play in the jacuzzi, we bubblin’ nigga
[Chorus]
With a quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
[Verse 1]
Gotta call my club bitch, she a fun bitch
She high class, not a bum bitch
She like to whip that Wraith down Sunset (Hollywood)
Been shopping all day (Beverly Hills), still ain’t done yet (for real, for real)
Giuseppe, Chanel, coochie coochie Gucci nails (for real, for real)
I’ma love ya, understand it later
Give your heart to a heartbreaker (for real, for real)
Pick a destination, pack your Marc Jacobs, it’s a vacay (for real, for real)
Call up Zaytoven (Zaytoven), in the 4×4 going crazy (skrr)

[Pre-Chorus]
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
We play in the jacuzzi

[Outro]
Oh, woah
Cash splash NASA
Oh, woah
Cash splash NASA
Oh, woah Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
They just only want, what they got? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
They just only want, what they got? Only got one wish, one wish
Have fun with us, and what?

Walking Around With A Bank

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