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DJ Mustard – Giuseppee (feat. 2 Chainz, Jeezy & Yo Gotti) lyrics

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes, walk in my Giuseppe shoes
**** You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes, walk in my Giuseppe shoes
I’m wearin’ designer clothes, takin’ designer drugs
Hoes show me love when I’m inside the club
Ktz jogging suit, man that boy cockin’ loot
I paid for the pussy man but it ain’t somethin’ that I often do

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Treat her like a prostitute, purse with the matchin’ boots
I hit her in the driveway like it’s a mansion in the ****in’ coupe
All we do is go get it, I’m allergic to broke ****as
Achoo, Achoo
And even if I’m playin’ ball, the cheapest thing I got on is 450
Rappers try to befriend a ****a
On skinny ass tie, wearin’ skinny ass tie
My outfit from the Grammys might kill you ****a
Chef cook crab legs with a Dom Pérignon ****a
I’m a ****in’ don ****a, put a ****in’ [?] in him
Giuseppes Zanottis on your mother****in’ lawn ****a
Steppin’ on your sofa, roll it on your old homie
Her ass so big, she need a ****in’ alarm on it

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Club toxic with the zero print
Gold on the tip, pay your ****in’ rent
She only rock heels, she a bad ****
30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick
Money don’t talk, it just look good
Put me in a suit and tie, still I look hood
Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes
Couple bougie ****es from the west coast
In my white on white Giuseppes
****A I’m fresh to death, can’t help it
Memphis my hood, I reppin’
Love ratchet ****es, I love it, can’t help it
Black and yellow Lambo, oreo space coupe
Jump out with them ‘seppes on lookin’ like space boots
[?] Rollie watch [?] ****a lookin’ antique
Just counted out another million, that’s a cool week

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
I see that grill on the two door lookin’ barracuda
You know that barrel on the Desert Eagle lookin’ like a tuba
Five or six Rollies, flexin’ like I’m Lex Luger
Chop the rocks with the razor and my hand, lookin’ Freddie Kruger
I’m a fool with the [?] but my fork game viscous
Lil man ****, keep the [?] Merry Christmas
I’m a [?] Clyde Christian ass ****a
You keep my name in your mouth, always ****in’ ass ****a
Swear the roof on this motherfucker lookin’ like a scarlet
Is that a half a million dollar car? Shit it gotta be
These ****as is your enemies, that’s just my philosophy
And all these swagger jackin’ ****as owe you an apology
Icy white, two bricks on my feet ****a
[?] makin’ money while I sleep ****a
Cop the [?] and cop the [?] stylin’
My Air Force 1’s you couldn’t walk a mile in ’em

[Hook:]

DJ Mustard – Low Low (feat. Nipsey Hussle, TeeCee & RJ) lyrics

[Verse 1 – Nipsey Hu$$le:]
If it ain’t a Chevy, don’t raise it up
And, if it ain’t the kush, don’t blaze it up
I’m sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo’ with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain’t working
Doing 50 on the red bout to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain’t even crashing, ain’t nobody died
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain’t nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause

[Hook – Tee Cee:]
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low

[Verse 2 – RJ:]
Let’s get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I’m on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $12.50, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang [?], school ’em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
‘6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape

DJ Mustard – No Reason (feat. YG, Jeezy, Nipsey Hussle & RJ) lyrics

[Hook: yg]
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I’m in that [?] smokin’ like a Marley
[?] so loud soundin’ like a Harley
[?] in my hand but it ain’t a phony
Nobody get shot then it ain’t a party
Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt
I’m at the road dealer, I don’t need help
And the shit that I’m packin’ make the seat melt
[?] ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
My doors open up backwards, no way
No use talkin’ like you still **** with Jose
[?] got some bad ****es ****in’ with my Fungsway
So much rose gold, got thorns on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
I’mma ball on you ****as, I’m takin’ all of they ****es
Now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us ****a
No facade my ****a, I’m zero tolerance ****a
Over two things, my folks and economy ****a
****As gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me ****a
Got a ****ed up ass temper, I’d prolly kill ’em
And I ain’t the one to start it but I’d prolly finish
If I don’t send him to the grave then it’s probably the dentist
Look ya’ll ****as should prolly listen
All I’m speakin’ is real shit, I should start a religion
Ya’ll lookin’ like ya’ll all on your feelin’s
When you see us in the club, all these bottles and ****es
**** It, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace
I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe
‘Bout to pull it out and drop money on the [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 3: rj]
They call me are motherfucker
If you with your broad you should cuff her
I saw my momma I’mma need three feet
Cause these ****es want pictures, ****as want somethin’ free
Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
Slow poke, Joe Clark, ****a lean on me
Crushin’ only codeine, I be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
Dope fiend, a ****a screamin’ out the label
Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll
Hanging off the roof like what’s up with that ****
Suckin’ me and ****as [?] you in love with that ****
****As die for a lick, shots till we equal
I made it out the sand but it’s still [?] Pedro
I’m [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

Against The Current – Almost Forgot lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get confused
‘Bout how it all went down
When I feel like I miss you
I try to block it out

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Still remember when we moved into that place too soon
When we paid too much ’cause we loved the view
When we just met, and it didn’t make sense, but you said forever, And I did too, too, too
Fuck

[Chorus]
I almost forgot about you breaking my heart
I almost forgot what I went through
Left out the most important part
It got really bad, we lost what we had
I almost forgot about you
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

[Verse 2]
You’re still affectin’ my mood
I never let it show (I never let it show)
I know you’re feeling it too
It’s hard to let it go

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I remember when I moved out
And you chased me down
Yelling, “Don’t forget all that we’ve been through”
But that’s just it, yeah I’m sick of this shit
I don’t want forever if it’s with you, you, you
Fuck

[Chorus]
I almost forgot about you breaking my heart
I almost forgot what I went through
Left out the most important part
It got really bad, we lost what we had
I almost forgot about you
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

I almost forgot (I almost forgot)
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

[Bridge]
Sometimes I get confused
‘Bout how it all went down

[Chorus]
I almost forgot about you breaking my heart
I almost forgot what I went through
Left out the most important part
It got really bad, we lost what we had
I almost forgot about you
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

I almost forgot
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

Andrew McMahon In The Wilderness – Ohio lyrics

[Verse 1]
On a razor’s edge
At the first sign of light
The car was packed
While the house was quiet
And my sister slept
As we started the drive
To California
Where it’s warmer
Gonna start a new life

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Gonna miss Ohio but this time
We’re gonna get it right

[Chorus 1]
Station wagon tires, flying
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast

[Verse 2]
And the days move fast
On northern plains
And I read the maps
The prairie grass moved
In the wind like waves
And we can’t look back
Some men you just can’t save
We had our reasons for leaving
It’s better this way

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Gonna miss Ohio but I’m not
Gonna miss the rain

[Chorus 2]
Station wagon tires, flying
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
Better than the mess that we left back home
In Ohio
Ohio

[Bridge]
Goodbye blue house
Goodbye red door
Abandoned worlds where we would drink on weekends
There’s magnet’s pulling from the ocean floor
I can’t forget
The way you looked when we were leaving

[Chorus 3]
Tires, flying
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
Better than the mess that we left back home
In Ohio
Ohio
Ohio
Ohio

Ohio

Against The Current – Strangers Again lyrics

[Verse 1]
How did I get here
And what have I done?
It’s like I’ve been sleeping for two years
And I’m just waking up
Like I’m coming out of a blackout
Like I didn’t see you ’till right now
I look around and I’m feeling like
I built a prison and put myself in it

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ahh, ahh)
I don’t wanna go through the motions
(Ahh, ahh)
No, I don’t wanna

[Chorus]
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again

[Verse 2]
Where do I go now?
And where do I start?
I don’t wanna pick up the pieces
I just wanna watch it all fall apart, fall apart
I picture it fall apart like I said I would
I wanted out but you held me down
And fed me the lies I told you myself

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ahh, ahh)
I don’t wanna go through the motions
(Ahh, ahh)
No, I don’t wanna

[Chorus]
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again

[Bridge]
We had what we had but it’s done
Now I’m over it
Held on for too long when I should’ve let go of it
And I know it was wrong but I tried to keep hold of it
It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong

[Chorus]
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again

Against The Current – Voices lyrics

[Verse 1]
My head chained down by voices
Took us right where they want
They’re puttin’ up choice as a poison
Made them fall away just

[Pre-Chorus]
“You know, they’re better off without you”
“You know how they talk about you”
“Your fears are coming true, you know why”
[?]

[Chorus]
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again

[Verse 2]
I’m up to my neck in the noises
So I thank God that walls don’t talk
I’d do anything to avoid ‘em
I tear ‘em down ’cause I’ve had enough

[Pre-Chorus]
“You know, they’re better off without you”
“You know how they talk about you”
“Your fears are coming true, you know why”
And I say

[Chorus]
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the poison in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again

[Bridge]
“You know, they’re better off without you”
“You know how they talk about you”
“Your fears are coming true, you know why”
And I say
Yeah, I know they’re better off without me
I know how they talk about me
My fears are coming true
I know why

[Chorus]
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again

DJ Mustard – Throw Your Hood Up (feat. Dom Kennedy, Royce & RJ) lyrics

[Bridge – rj:]
All my Detroit ****as!
All my L. A. ****As, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N. O. ****As!
All my bno ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N. Y. ****As!
All my Chitown ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my G. A. ****As! Hol’ up
All my Bay ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up

[Hook – rj (x2):]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they ****a got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

[Verse 1 – Dom Kennedy:]
I’m relaxing, getting high
****As ain’t shit, I’m just rapping on the side
Told ’em pussy, paper, passion and some pride
I got everything a ****a ever wanted ‘fore I died
Uh, two Rolexes that I don’t ever wear
A big gold chain I ain’t seen in a year
Leimert Park ****a looking clean in the mirror
Your girl want me, I could see it from here
Yeah, try and make money and friends is mo’ plans
You lil ****as is hiding, there’s no chance
Two step, my ****as just don’t dance
If you ever say my name, ****a, we throw hands
Told him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bands
On that Opm shit, you know we in this
With the extra, extra, talk all reckless
Bitch in real life, yeah, that’s what I expected, ****a

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 2 – Royce the Choice:]
Not a rapper, way too street with it
All I did was take my life and put a Mustard beat with it
I’m D with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did that
I “Doo doo!” “Hello?” and have them ****as where you live at
Tuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping out
Problems on my dick, have your girlfriend suck it out
A born sinner, but live killers die winners
I’ll cook my momma dope before I cook a bitch dinner
(Ol’ pussy ass ****as) I smell placenta
Dressed sharper than the mind of a Seven Percenter
Think about robbin’ me, take your brain off
She only wanna cut cause she chain saw
With the bopper as my sword and that Ruger as my shield
Bitch, my move around too real, Oxycontin, pop the blue pills
It’s a cold life, my favorite numbers is 4-5
Donald Sterling, clip a ****a I don’t like

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 3 – rj:]
Uh, it ain’t where ya from but it’s where ya at
I’m down to load a drum quicker than ya app
Lil ****a tryna ball, set a screen for me
Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me
And I’ll never let a ****a think for me
I just need the suicides with the seats bloody
Look, I’ll trade a morc like a logo
For any real ****a ever put up on a Polo
Oh no, now it go, those ****as
Whole shows, both coasts so I throw no feelings
No chillin’, got a chopper and a chicken
Where you from? I threw mines to the ceiling
Pull a foreign off the lot, just got deported
And a quarter for the watch, getting extorted
Lil ****as want war but can’t afford it
Put ya life on the line, now bitches snort it, huh

[Bridge + Hook]

DJ Mustard – Tinashe Checks In (Extended Version) (feat. Tinashe) lyrics

[M:] God damn, **** it’s hot as ****
[M:] Roll down the windows, turn on the ac or turn on some music or something, **** you got me ****ed up
[F:] Let me see what’s on the radio
[Dj Mustard songs playing on every radio channel]
[M:] **** I’m tired of this shit, I’m tired of this ****a

Mustard – 92. 3 [?] radio, it’s a beautiful day in the city right now
I know everyone’s out doing their thing, it’s summertime, but I need all my s*** independent single ladies,
If you don’t need a ****a for shit call me up right now, like right ****in’ now

Would it be a mistake if I put it down on you?
I’m not into games I’ve been feeling lonely, so are you
We should do the damn thing
Let me hit the shower, are you comin’ through?
Give me about an hour and I’ll be ready [?]
**** You talkin’ ’bout? We don’t even speak, we just do the nasty
That way we make a [?]
Used to love to see my ****a happy even though you brought baggage
Did everything you asked me but you was gettin’ ratchet
Now we got damage, you let these other ****es have it
You let these other ****es have it
You let these other ****es have it
You let these other ****es have it

DJ Mustard – Vato (feat. YG, Jeezy & Que) lyrics

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[Verse 1: yg]
I’m talkin’ bout bald head, tatted up ese’s
Cv70’s and [?]
Hold up, they ain’t never on that bitch shit
Fuck a chicklet, they on the corner with that biscuit
Called ’em up like (brrp), nigga need that (brrp)
Said that money good, my partner pulled up like (skrrt)
He ain’t playin’ wit’ it, that pistol permanent, he stayin’ wit’ it
Yeah, he tryna live his dreams, so he layin’ wit’ it
And I helped him cross the border, now he finally seen his daughter
And his vato just got shot up, he hit the block and all you heard was
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Que pasa homes, I’m caked up, need a loan
I’m talkin’ pesos, nigga leave me the fuck alone
I’m talkin’ big chips, nachos
Rappin’ bout another nigga life, well it’s not yours
Catch me out, G’d up, mobbin’ like the cholo
52 rounds in the chop, nigga yolo
Get right, get you what you want like the Costco
Nigga pullin’ up on a chicken like at Roscoe’s
Black hammer, bandana, yellow box, arm hammer
It came out Laredo, sent ’em out to Atlanta
Me and my nigga [?] cream and nachos
Fuck wit’ my nigga, I’ll knock the beef up out your taco

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[Verse 3: Que]
Headed to the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
Ridin’ wit’ the heater, in the winter, wit’ the top gone
For the cheese like a nacho, I’ll knock the beef out your taco
When it come to Velveeta, I do not play bout my peso
It’s just me and my vato, we in a Porsche on Rodeo
Tryna find us a J-Lo to paint a face like it’s make-up
If you play with the queso, them bullets flyin’ [?]
Call my vatos like andele [?]
My comprades, my partners, aka my amigos
And they play with gambino, don’t touch it if it [?]
If it ain’t bout guapo, lil’ nigga don’t call
Cause I don’t wanna talk, fall back, nigga, pause
I don’t play about my vatos
When it come to ’em, give a nigga that trabajo

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

DJ Mustard – Whole Lotta Lovin’ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro]
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta, whole lotta
Mustard on the beat, hoe!

[Pre-Hook]
Aye mama, don’t need no shit
I don’t need no lip, just a whole lotta lovin’ (yeah)
Niggas always tryna hate
But when I’m with they bitch, get a whole lotta lovin’ (straight up!)

[Hook]
Finally I can move how I want
And I need, pick a time and I’m zoning
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
When I wake in the morning
For a whole lotta lovin’
For a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
God damn it I’m fucked up
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)

[Verse 1]
Wait, baby it’s ’bout to go down (yeah!)
Order another round (yeah!)
Don’t get nervous now
Turn them one’s around (it’s lit!)
Shining up that whip
Bad bitch on my dick (straight up!)
Time ain’t going nowhere
Long as you right here (woo!)
Pour my lean and juice
Braid my hair like Snoop (yeah!)
Glidin’ in my coupe
Ain’t no bitch like you
Riders with me too
Die and live by you
Die and live by you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Finally I can move how I want
And I need, pick a time and I’m zoning
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
When I wake in the morning
For a whole lotta lovin’
For a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
God damn it I’m fucked up
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)

[Verse 2]
Now it’s time to take it home
Do at least a hundred, baby
Driving in your new Mercedes
That your daddy loaned us
Now it’s time to take it home
Do at least a hundred, baby
Driving in your new Mercedes
That your daddy loaned us

[Outro]
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
Finally I can move how I wanted
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
When I wake in the morning
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?

Johnny Marr – Hi Hello lyrics

When are you coming up
Get away now and go to bed
I’m gonna pick you up
Hear what you say and you’re going so fast

And I see you coming down that line
See the future for tomorrow’s child
And I watch you when you’re losing your mind
And you can’t let go

All the places, all the steps
You clamber up the beaten track
When you’ve fallen and you keep on climbing
You never look back

So hi hello
Whatever you need and wherever you go
I can’t say no
One hard beat, any place we run

And I see you coming down that line
See the future for tomorrow’s child
And I’ll find you when the lights are blinding
And you can’t get home

It’s never soon enough
And forever’s gonna come too fast
Time is calling us
Gets in the way and unfolds the past

When there’s nobody else around
On a train, on the way from town
And you feel like you can’t be found
And you can’t let go

All the faces taking up your time
You say leave me alone
Yes, tomorrow you’re the future’s child
And I know where to go

So hi hello
Whatever you need and wherever you go
I can’t say no
Walk our street any day you want

And I see you coming down that line
On the street, all alone at night
And I’ll find you if you’re losing your mind
And you can’t let go

No, I won’t let go
Hi hello
Hi hello

Christina Grimmie – Little Girl lyrics

[Verse 1]
Little girl, don’t you cry
Everything will be alright
Little girl, open your eyes
The sun will shine after tonight
Little girl, I got you
In my arms is nothing new
Come out of your shell
Listen to me tell you

[Chorus]
Little girl, I’m here to say
Don’t run away
Little girl, I know you’re scared
The things you bear
So let me tell you, you’re okay
That you’re in my arms to stay
Little girl

[Verse 2]
Little girl, wipe your tears
Darkness rain, don’t have to fear
Little girl, clear your mind
And think of my love this time
Did you say it’s no longer day
The night has fallen, lost your way
Little girl, the moon is gone
The sky is late with dawn

[Chorus]
Little girl, I’m here to say
Don’t run away
Little girl, I know you’re scared
The things you bear
So let me tell you, you’re okay
That you’re in my arms to stay

[Bridge]
The walls I built protect me for only so long
Hope I’m upheld
You tell me I’m strong

[Chorus]
Little girl, I’m here to say
Don’t run away
Little girl, I know you’re scared
The things you bear
So let me tell you, you’re okay
That you’re in my arms to stay

[Outro]
Yes, you are

Playboi Carti – R.I.P. Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 1]
Cop the Prada bitch, get one for the silt
Got that Prada bag, got one for my bitch
Lil boy hit like blitz
Lil boy this my bitch
Got me mad ass shit, so I slapped that bitch
I need hop in a coupe
Your bitch gone star at the clique
And I ain’t even fucking this thot
But your bitch got the star on the clique
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my diamonds legit
All of these diamonds they popping
Hold up, Slatt, look like a boss
I get the dope, kilo
Yeah, come fuck with the boss
Smokin’ that gas, diesel
Yeah, smell like a boss
She throwin’ the bag like a freezer
Yeah, hit like a boss

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 2]
All my dogs, fight my dog, yeah, shootin’ my dog
Yeah, I want your thot, don’t want your bride, yeah
She all on my lot
Countin’ the nights, all in my ghosts, yeah
Head to the loft
I got his strap all on my dick, ain’t hittin’ it raw
I just let, ooh, Prada bag, ooh, holding the nine
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh
That bitch gotta body
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama
Off that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that hoe, [?] big ass booty bih

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

Playboi Carti – Home (KOD) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

Playboi Carti – Lean 4 Real Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, yeah, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Two nights in a coupe, yeah, yeah, silly bih, let’s scoop
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo
Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded yeah got it out the top
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Trust, trust
Know I can’t dap you up
Yeah, you super sus
Better get used to us, had to go Super Saiyan
Had to go bird’s eye view
You’s a computer game
GTA, look at us run the streets
Give us this fuckin’ food
This is a fuckin’ feast
Man, I ain’t throwing peace
I just throw up the V
Drinks spillin’ on my shoe
Lean spillin’ on my seats
Niggas is talkin’ greazy
Please, freeze

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Outro: IndigoChildRick]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Playboi Carti – Old Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe
Old swag, new flow
Old swag, new flow (flow flow)
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money new flow (flow what)

[Verse 1]
Bad bitch, love the pole (what)
Sip the four, Actavis (woah)
Sip it slow, kickin’ shit (lean, woah)
Oh Pi’erre, come in here
Got some hoes they upstairs
I need two hoes, I need two pairs (what? What?)
My chain too cold, chandelier
Pretty boy, huh, manicure
You need a code just to come in here (oh)
Only 21 feel like a bachelor (Playboi)
Pretty bitch, baddest thing in here (uh)

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe

[Verse 2]
Ooh ooh, damn I feel my self
Left my bitch at home (Playboi), told her fuck herself
Did it on my own (huh), made it by myself (Playboi)
And I keep a tec, boy I keep the stare
Leave a nigga wet, boy I got the well
Grab it off the shelf (huh, Playboi, Playboi)
She said she need a pair, spend it on myself (cash)
Got like three phones (phones), Apple not a pear
Got like three hoes (brrr), I do not compare
In the trap we selling crack come here (huh)
Momma shed a tear (ooh)
In the trap we cookin’ up a meal (ooh)
Cookies in the shelf
My diamonds target self, like I’m Michael Phelps

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe

Playboi Carti – Mileage Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Attila – Still About It lyrics

Wake up in the morning take a piss and smoke a blunt
Push to start the Lamborghini than I grab her by the cunt

Addicted to your sex
When I’m runnin around on the town it don’t stop
It just runs back in my head
No joke real shit I’m hooked
Like a motherfuckin drug
Give it to me
In the morning afternoon or night time
You can wake me up in the middle of the night
Lets fuck don’t ask I don’t give a fuck
I know you want it

I love when you’re on your knees
Dick you down it’s what you need
Pussy wet you’re such a tease
You love when I fuck fuck fuck you

Tell me how you like it baby

Harder Harder
Faster Faster
Dripping wet
Harder Harder

Faster faster don’t stop
Harder Faster
Harder Faster
Dripping wet
Harder faster Woah
Take me to the edge

I love when you’re on your knees
Dick you down it’s what you need
Pussy wet you’re such a tease
You love when I fuck fuck fuck you

Horny till the day I die
You know I’m still about that life

I just can’t stop
You know I’m
About That Life Bitch
I need sex

Take it back
Take it back
Say it to my face bitch I know you love the throwback
Dickin it Dickin it
Call me deep dick daddy in the bedroom
Cuz I know you like it hard but did I speak too soon

I love when you’re on your knees
Dick you down its what you need
Pussy wet you’re such a tease
You love when I fuck fuck fuck you

I’m Still About It Bitch

Ron Walker – Not Afraid lyrics

Verse 1
Not afraid to call You Savior
I’m not afraid to call You friend
Not afraid to tell the world of your great love
It’s all that matters in the end

Chorus
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me, yeah

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

Verse 2
Not afraid to sing Your praises
I’m not afraid to get on my knees
Not afraid to speak Your Word in public places
For all, for all the world to see

Chorus
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me
No I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me, yeah

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
‘Cuz You’re the love in me

Bridge
(musical)

Verse 3
Not afraid to call You Savior
I’m not afraid to call You friend
Not afraid to tell the world of your great love
It’s all that matters in the end

Chorus
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me, yeah

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

And I’m not afraid to tell the world
That I’m in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

The love in me

Ron Walker – All In A Good Day’s Work lyrics

Verse 1
All in a good days work
All for the sake of God
Living to feed myself
Leading me down
From my call

Fear of an empty heart
Hopeful it all works out
Nowhere has lingered on
Getting me down to my fall

Chorus
All my hope
All of my thinking
Into my world
Your love is sinking
At the end of my rope
End of myself
You’ll become, you’ve become
My all

Verse 2
Saved by a saving grace
Emptied to be alive
Levied to see myself
Living in awe for Your ride

If ever the two shall meet
Never the Son will rise
If ever the race could be
Easing me on to my prize

Chorus
All my hope
All of my thinking
Into my world
Your love is sinking
At the end of my rope
End of myself
You’ll become, you’ve become
My all

Chorus (repeat)

Bridge
The Son will shine
Shine your light onto better things
Lose your lies
Lose if all for the sufferings
For all you’ve known
For all you’ve tried
We’ll carry on

Verse 3
All in a good days work
All for the sake of God
Learning to give myself
Knowing it’s all that I’ve got

Chorus
All my hope
All of my thinking
Into my world
Your love is sinking
At the end of my rope
End of myself
You’ve become, you’ll become
My all

Chorus (repeat)

All in a good days work
All for the sake of God

Ron Walker – Because You Loved Me lyrics

Because You Loved Me
Verse 1
Well, for 40 days and nights
Outside my window did it pour
Flooding my life with endless sorrow
As I opened the door

Pre-Chorus
But You looked
And You sighed
As You opened up my eyes

For You lived
To die
It’s all over my head

Chorus
Oh, oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand
You took my hand

Verse 2
So I gathered all my thoughts
And prayed my water would turn to wine
Just to find a bottle of trouble
As I stumbled behind

Pre-Chorus
But You looked
And You sighed
As You opened up my eyes

For You lived
To die
It’s all over my head

Chorus
Oh, oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand
Oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand
You took my hand

Verse 3
40 days and nights
Outside my window did it pour
Flooding my life with endless sorrow
As I opened the door

Pre-Chorus
But You looked
And You sighed
As You opened up my eyes

For You lived
To die
It’s all over my head

Chorus
Oh, oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand

Oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand

You took my hand

Ron Walker – Don’t Come Easy lyrics

Don’t Come Easy
Verse 1
I was once troubled and down
But learned
You don’t come easy
If you’re to turn it around

I’ve seen it before
And learned
This one true answer
If you’ll open the door

Pre-Chorus
‘Cuz when the sun comes up
You bet somebody’s
Gonna shut you down

So put your shoes on for runnin’
As your feet hit the ground

Chorus
Don’t let it get you down
What’s easily lost
Is easily found
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Verse 2
All forgotten’s not lost
So get your main sail set
Or you’re bound to get tossed

All your troubles today
He’ll let you weigh out worries
If we’re determined to stay
Yeah

Pre-Chorus
But when the sun comes up
You bet somebody’s
Gonna shut you down

So put your shoes on for runnin’
As your feet hit the ground

Chorus
Don’t let it get you down
What’s easily lost
Is easily found
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Whether you’re up
Or flat on the ground
He will always
Bring you around
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Bridge
You would’ve thought somebody somewhere
Along would have told you
But better late
Than never at all
For it’s a new direction
And it’s ready for you
Makin’ the call

Verse 3
Love, live & let learn
But if you hold on tight
Soon you’re making the turn
Yeah

Pre-Chorus
‘Cuz when the sun comes up
You bet somebody’s
Gonna shut you down (tach’ it up, tach’ it up, oohh)

So put your shoes on for runnin’
As your feet hit the ground

Chorus
Don’t let it get you down
What’s easily lost
Is easily found
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Whether you’re up
Or flat on the ground
He will always
Bring you around
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Deh do do do……

Al Wordlaw – Seek Ye First The Kingdom Of God lyrics

Hook 1
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
And His righteousness,
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
Be forever blessed,

Change 1
God inspired men to write the whole Bible
If you believe in what the Bible says
Then your life will be at most viable,
There may be some verses
That you don’t understand,
It’s about living God’s right from wrong
And being the very best that you can,

Hook 2
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
And His righteousness,
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
Be forever blessed,

God inspired men to write the whole Bible
If you believe in what the Bible says
Then your life will be at most viable,
There may be some verses
That you don’t understand,
It’s about living God’s right from wrong
And being the very best that you can,

Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
And His righteousness,
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
Be forever blessed,

Bridge
Father knows of all the things
That ye have a need of
And all such things
Shall be added unto you
(Matthew 6: 31-33)

Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
And His righteousness,
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
Be forever blessed,

Vamp Out
God will take care of your life
Don’t live your life without His grace
It’s not too late…

Seek ye first the Kingdom of God (Repeat)

Al Wordlaw – The Miracle lyrics

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Vs 1
God is love
And love is all His world was made of
I thrive off His nature of love,

Chorus 1
His love is the miracle
The miracle
Oh it’s God’s nature,
It will heal every heart in life
And make life better,

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Vs 2
A heart that’s broken in pieces
Can get a better new start
Through God’s grace and mercy
As His love heals every part,

Chorus 2
His love is the miracle,
He repaired this heart of mine
So I could love again so freely,
He only wants us to be happy, yea
He’s no mystery,

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Bridge
My God is waiting,
He’s waiting for ya’
Waiting to mend a broken heart,
I was broken, drinkin’ and smokin’
Fornicatin’ and just hangin’ out,
Awl, my God is waiting,
Waiting to love through someone’s heart,

Chorus 3
So if you’re looking for that lasting love,
The only way to find it is through the miracle,
Put the Lord in your life first,
And He will lead you to that someone special,
Trust your faith in His Spirit,
I know that you can do it,
Just let if flow, it’s the way to go,
He’s waiting right now,

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Vs 3
If you want a better new start
Then give Him your heart,
And He will perform the miracle,
God you’re a wonder
But through Your Spirit a bonder
Of peace, love and happiness
Just for Your world,
You gave up Jesus so we could be free,
Free to live justifiably,

Vamp Out
You’ve got me in your glory,
You’re number one in my mind,
I’ve got to tell the story
Of your divine,

Oh Lord I love you so
And I will never let Your Spirit go,
Oh no, oh my Lord,
My Heavenly Father,
I love Ya’
You picked me up
When I was down,
You turned my love life
All the way around.

Al Wordlaw – Love Will Last Forever lyrics

Vs 1
People say all good things must come to an end
But that’s not true cause love extends,
There is so much love, so much love to convey
And there is opportunity to love everyday,

Hook 1
It was sent down from above
Love will last forever,
Extend your life with love,
Love will last forever,

Vs 2
Love began like it says in the Bible book
And if you believe in love your gonna get hooked
Did you that love is a perfect feeling
And did you know that love is for every human being

Hook 2
It was sent down from above
Love will last forever,
Extend your life with love,
Love will last forever

Bridge
God is love
The Father of love
He sends us love
The ever-lasting love,

Vamp
Now don’t you ever worry
Cause His love is down to earth for you
As long as you believe in Him
His love is going to shine through,
Now don’t you ever worry
Nobody can take His love away,
He sends it to all of us
To love each other each day,

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Love will last forever
That’s how long you can be pleased, uh hu
Follow the Ten Commandments
And you can be sure
The rest of your life will be at ease,

Vamp Out 2
Love- will- last- fore-ver, ever
Oh yea, I’m tryin’ to tell ya’,

His love is forever in me
And I thank You Father,
Thank You, thank You, thank You for Your Love,
I’m gonna’ spread it around…

Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin'”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

Cuban Doll – Bankrupt lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wessun we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ayy

[Verse 2]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey

[Verse 3]
Bitch bands, bands, don’t fuck up this dashboard
Bitches want problems we gon’ give ’em what they ask for
That’s what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on ’em
Bitch why you lying you ain’t never got no cash ho
Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain’t no straps on you
Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on ’em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But bitch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey

Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass

Cuban Doll – Bankrupt (Remix) (feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Baby) lyrics

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
[?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was foreign
Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a nigga up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy