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LANY – ILYSB lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain’t never felt this way
Can’t get enough so stay with me
It’s not like we got big plans
Let’s drive around town holding hands
[Pre-Chorus]
And you need to know
You’re the only one, alright alright
And you need to know
That you keep me up all night, all night
[Chorus]
Oh, my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad
Oh, oh my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad
[Verse 2]
Mad cool in all my clothes
Mad warm when you get close to me
Slow dance these summer nights
Our disco ball’s my kitchen light
[Pre-Chorus]
And you need to know
That nobody could take your place, your place
And you need to know
That I’m hella obsessed with your face, your face
[Chorus]
Oh, my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad
Oh, oh my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad
Oh, oh my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
And you need to know
You’re the only one alright, alright
And you need to know
That you keep me up all night, all night
[Chorus]
Oh, my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad
Oh, oh my heart hurts so good
I love you, babe, so bad, so bad, oh
So bad, oh
Oh, my heart hurts
Oh, my heart hurts
Oh, my heart hurts
So bad, oh

Harry Styles – Woman lyrics

[Intro]
Should we just search romantic comedies
On Netflix and see what we find? [Verse 1]
I’m selfish, I know
But I don’t ever want to see you with him
I’m selfish, I know
I told you, but I know you never listen
[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in
While he’s touching your skin
He’s right where I should, where I should be
But you’re making me bleed
[Chorus]
Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-Woman
Woman
Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-Woman
Woman
[Verse 2]
Tempted, you know
Apologies are never gonna fix this
I’m empty, I know
And promises are broken like a stitch is
[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in
While he’s touching your skin
This thing upon me, howls like a beast
You flower, you feast
[Chorus]
Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-Woman
Woman
Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-Woman
Woman
Woman

Katy Perry – Swish Swish (feat. Nicki Minaj) (Lyric Video)

But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the… [Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe
[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts
[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck? [Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck? When? [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land? Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my —– Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
[Refrain]
They know what is what
Do they know?

Mally Mall – All On Me (feat. O.T. Genasis & Maejor)

Genasis]
Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to [?]
Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Mally Mal]
100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah [Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: O.T.

All on me – Mally Mall feat. O.T. Genasis lyrics

Lyrics Mally Mall – All on me
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on meee, yeah yeah
It’s all on meee, yeah yeahhh. 100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Versuri-lyrics.info
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down. Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines. Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to .. I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeahhh. I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on meee, yeah yeah
It’s all on meee, yeah yeahhh. Mally Mall lyrics
Video me

Cum e dragostea – Bere Gratis feat. Amna versuri

Versuri Amna – Cum e dragostea
Cum e dragostea
Asa-i si viata mea
Mi s-a intamplat un fenomen prea complicat
Am cercetat si e legal in orice stat
Si cand ti-e lumea draga ea vine si te leaga incet
Te lasa din oficiu arest la domiciliu, o iert. Am tot umblat o viata-ntreaga deocheat
Si pe nedrept, eu am ramas goala-n piepttt. Cum e dragosteaaa
Asa-i si viata mea
Versuri-lyrics.info
Cum e dragosteaaa
Asa-i si viata mea. Am impartit, inima-n doua mi-a iesit
Am calculat, la ea ies toate la patrat
Si lumea tot insista ca dragostea exista-n noi
Si totusi ea te lasa, acum, Singur Acasa 2. Versuri Amna
Video dragostea Cum e dragosteaaa
Asa-i si viata mea
Cum e dragostea
Asa-i si viata mea.

Sangrando – Denom letra

Todos mirando el péndulo,
La veo pasar y pálido,
La suelto un bólido,
Lo bueno es rápido,
¿Cómo tús ojos hielo pueden ser tan cálidos? Tiempo sigue sin pararse un Lunes,
Cuando todo vaya bien mejor no ayudes,
Tengo 4 que se la suda el Youtube,
Dando tiempo pa’ pensar en lo que quise y no pude. Está buscando al palanca del tiempo,
Nos separan las espadas de ese puto reloj,
Cuando quieres que acelere todo va más lento,
No se para el movimiento que todo le falló.(sangrando)
Ya me’ peleao’ yo solo, ya perdí ese duelo,
Yo estao’ mirando mis problemas, mis trocitos en el suelo,
Suelo escribir a oscuras, mi cuelo oscura,
Bajo un escalón pa’ entender esta locura, y llora. Los ves moviendo el cuello y sí, rulando como droga,
Ya no quieren volar. Nah, cayendo el cielo, está sangrando. Denom letras
Video Denom Click-clack, bang bang, cifras, bandas,
Señales, alarmas,
Busca la primera, pueden dar más, tanga,
No está en el trono, está en la calla en chandal,
Micras, Air-max, dirhash, bambas,
Está buscando el truco dentro de la trampa,
Que si no echara sangre y mary-mary,
Versuri-lyrics.info
Y mis chavales rally con el hielo cherry,
Oro magrebí critical berry,
La vida perra no se vé bonita, Jerry,
Los he perdido buenos, he corrido a los malos,
Los míos están unidos si se llevan a un hermano,
Las he visto jodidas en cada la semana,
Jamás he visto un gesto por un pueblo semi-ahogado,
Por mis flacos libres en el módulo,
La vida un pétalo cayendo, déjalo,
Cuando vivir son cálculos. Acostumbrado a perder todo cómo no va a ganar,
Están peleando por un sueldo, por un trozo de pan,
Por la sonrisa de un compadre, por la calle y el funk,
A los que dicen que estuvieron pero nunca están. Acostumbrado a perder todo cómo no va a ganar,
Están peleando por un sueldo, por un trozo de pan,
Por la sonrisa de un compadre, por la calle y el funk,
A los que dicen que estuvieron pero nunca están. están haciendo lo que saben hacer,
No va a dejarlo la fé, el café no llueve ma’ friend,
Estás buscando el palancazo al tiempo,
Sólo por un CR que lo merece,
La que me vió nacer aquel trece,
Y ahora pongan en el cielo un par de luces,
Porque no me mires, que me abraces,
Por las mil de bruces, derrapajes, desclices,
Y tú siempre me has querido sin disfraces,
Me enseñaste de respeto, no de cruces,
Cuida tu lenguaje, no tu biceps,
Dicen saben de mí, miden el árbol sin ver las raíces,
Lo mío es entre el hachís y luego tajos de mi horas. La coraza que le escuda, el nudo que le ahoga,
Sabre de sufrir la fobia por abrir su cora,
Click-clack, caja de pandora,
Lo mueven en el piso y bajo las farolas. Madre curra sin parar, no llega, llora a solas,
Pesa la nevera, la factura,
Su hijo en el portal corta posturas,
Porque padre gasta en bar
Lo que la yema ahora a oscuras. Está buscando al palanca del tiempo,
Nos separan las espadas de ese puto reloj,
Cuando quieres que acelere todo va más lento,
No se para el movimiento que todo le fallooo. Está buscando al palanca del tiempo,
Nos separan las espadas de ese puto reloj,
Cuando quieres que acelere todo va más lento,
No se para el movimiento que todo le falló. Letra Denom – Sangrando
Acostumbrado a perder todo cómo no va a ganar,
Están peleando por un sueldo, por un trozo de pan,
Por la sonrisa de un compadre, por la calle y el funk,
A los que dicen que estuvieron pero nunca están.

Rendez-vous – Anda Adam lyrics

My mama’s gonna rock
My papa’s gonna rock with you. Common’, common, common ca va. Versuri Anda Adam – Rendez-vous
Rendez-vous. Come meet me tonight
It’s our own rendezvous. My mama’s gonna rock
My papa’s gonna rock with you. Versuri-lyrics.info
You told me you’re gonna be right back. (x2)
Why I love you je ne sais pas. Why I love you je ne sais pas. Hey you, mon amour,
Meet me tonight
It’s our own rendezvous. Why I need you, I don’t know why. Why I need you, I don’t know why. Ring my bell na na naa. (x2)
Meet me tonight
It’s our own rendezvous. I look thru the windows
See how the wind blows. (x2)
Versuri Anda Adam
Video Anda Adam Comment t’appel tu
You’re like deja vu. Share with me your love,
You are all I nee, you’re all I need. I look thru the window
You get in the limo. My feelings for you go just like that. You make me see, na na naaa. Common’, common, common ca va. My baby’s gonna rock. (x2)
Come meet me tonight
It’s our own rendezvousss. My baby’s gonna rock. Share with me your love,
You are all I nee, you’re all I need. Comment t’appel tu
You’re my deja vu. Hey you, mon amour,
Meet me tonight
It’s our own rendezvous.

Tabby – Umami (White Trash Album)

Oops. Phantoms can’t lend a hand if they transparent
Flukes, go back to dad, ask for cash to pay tutors out tombs
Bangarang, Rufio do the noise that you do
I’mma free these fuckboys from the clutch of a hook
Opponents’ focus bogus, folks. Screw politeness, loser
Dupe your crew into hazardous fumes
Gasping’s all too familiar; happens when you’re asked to spit. Boom. Spit in the caviar. Porky, close the cartoon. And then there’s times where he’s cocky as a motherfucker for no goddamn reason Instead of identifying by his anxiety, he chose to use it as fuel for his art. Curses! (damn)
Tabby that dude who’d dip confession booth
Leave father burning baggie of pooch poo
Crooks of sin scoop youth with crooked grins
Debut tape like Godot plating couscous. Cop like, "walk a line," I’m jogging polygons perfect
Yeah officer, I’m that rad
True as Matt McConaughey cast as Batman
My dukes up, prudes, I’mma snap with Panache
Spit fuel, spark it. Fuck it. Rap’s a good match
These goofy goons got groupies grooving
Tune in, tots! Wait
Two times ain’t enough. Play this noob to doomsday

[Hook]
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
[Outro: BIGQUINT]
See, Tabby found solace in music. You realize a lot of people face relative fears and desire to prove that their inherited negativity can be transformed into something positive and tangible. Trove of cabbage crammed in zags & smoked
Yeah, your slop got hogs herding
Me? See trouble in cheeched eyes
Forbidden fruit seems ripe, solid chomp for
Team and three Vines will free mind
No budging in these lines, sucka
Cut the chit chat like crotch shrubbery
Fucked with ya’ll, now nads bluer than Sully’s
Vocals buttery enough for Dean to wanna
Chop em up with some colored cutlery
Busting nuts on marble statue busts
I’m a lover of art till guards catch me
Long cardigans donned to match dong, that’s fashion
Stun samaritans with varied kicks and carry along. Ya’ll put real coin towards Cam gals to squirt
The token snow maestro capture Tolken’s work
In single stanzas. I’m snatching Spans of attention whores who charge
For expansions and fan polaroids
Saltines salty he ran from Campbell’s, floored
Damsels after Link damaged; man’s Gannendorf
Can it, dork. [Hook]
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Nah, fuck that
[Verse]
I chose the sofa over queen sized
Yolk over steamed rice
Meditate to keep chi warm as steeped chai
Be warned, he seems nice;
Under skin lies a beast of a feline
Drag a dude like a rip of the peace pipe
Then chuck the duce. Got sucked off while watching Bob’s Burgers
Villain an exquisite mystic. True music’s ruined
Autotunes roll out while Prime perusing trough
Vinyls dipped in violet Sprite.

Tabby – V.S. (White Trash Album)

Can’t smoke without believing the fuzz
Gonna cuff your arteries, please check your privilege
Mary let you have your cake like scene from Matilda
Shit so schizophrenic. But Jesus Christ, you can’t even freestyle
Spend years writing tracks people won’t hear. Buy some time, switch ivory to a gold
Once you quit feeling lower than Tyrian knees to floor
You slipping boy, how you supposed to move forward? Super laughable bro
Earl Grey black as Idris Alba’s nostrils brew in your skull
Mother fucker, please get outta your dome! Contemplating the quarrel, your cranium should be quarantined
Liquid pouring down the steps of your temples, feel the chemistry Of loathing oneself enough to score it with pen ink
Bet he penny pinching on giving two cents towards anything
Watch him elevate; still mope bout that chick he ain’t ever date
The world’s seen better days without that freckled face
Ya fiend for females who can’t screen through his baggage
But TSA get boosted while that ego get damaged
I’m your Smeagule, I’m the reason you don’t seek helping hands Just stare down at your own. I’m the reason they’re clammy
But just remember, sucka: I’m the reason you’re Tabby Smile
With teeth more yellow than Homer’s piss
A juicy fruit rapper cutting more lines than the Olson twins
Pick your poison, pin up bitches or potpourri? Nope. A cracker sure ain’t the motive here
Scratching the surface only a scrotum itch
Go for sniff, went unnoticed like the potential possessed in here
Daddy ought to have spanked ya
Had he not pampered you in Pampers
Would have grown like a man, instead you grew like a canker
Hypochondriac who think he have cancer
Any time he feeling slightly off, man what the fuck happened? Haven’t seen a dentist in
(Uhhhh) You can’t remember? Facts & mirrors, facing either? [Verse]
You wanna be on TV more than pay for the rent
The type to fill an empty Fiji to impress while you quench thirst
That stomach getting queasy when reality set
Jehovah’s Witness knock is opportunity, you don’t answer
Get off that lazy boy, lazy boy
Green with envy over green just make you jaded, boy
Them ladies just like life: ya ain’t at Staples, boy
Can’t check yourself in streams if you
Still on momma’s cable bill, boy
Tweeting at celebrities while the bird on your shoulder
Setting quests for that booty. Sniffing out the bitch in you, this doberman huffing
Lucky I don’t pick a snub up and just utter fuck it
Blowing chances like Malkova, you ain’t on the come up
Put yourself so far in debt for PS4 and a plasma
Now Gordo put cash toward it, should
Knock your head back like tortoise ’cause
You don’t help him or even pick the damn phone up
Those eyes not on the prize, or ball, just post mortem
Sitting on Snapchat for ass pics and to blow up? Baby tooth could buy a pint bruh, it needs removal
Your solution? Boas coiled round your throat showing gold found in phobia?

Tabby – Mahogany (White Trash Album)

Ditch doubt for a minute
Lift the shoulders and vibe
This couch getting lived in. [Verse 1]
Sockless in sneakers
Stench equals the havoc. The scripture for White Trash
"Who this narcissistic heretic?" You might ask
Not me. These dimples deeper than what’s currently popping
Lyrically foxy, all your thoughts want me. Give them keys up, no drive
Focus staying in the garage with monoxide sitting shotty
Pipes smoke. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Pause
Alright now silence those broads, please? I’m reeking
Not reaping benefits too frequent
Tally up my defeats, they’re increasing
Squaring up with ballerinas in sequent dresses
Doppelgänger brought them demons
They’re leaving messes
My place a sty and I just cleaned it completely
Let out a sigh like the doggie, good grief it’s
Hard enough keeping up with hygiene
Kiss me with some passion
Chemistry once the prefix
Of my romance with the reaper ’till she slipped
Once a cheater, they will be until defense
Runs out of reefer
[Hook]
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate I’m high
My priorities twisted. [Hook]
I said
I said
Boy, relax. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
[Verse 2]
Inspired when I watch films bout
What happens when I slip out of reality
Like panties on mind. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Boy, relax. Now pope switch zucchetto for dad cap
Religion for ass clad in acid washed shorts
Wine & wafers for thigh gaps.

Tabby – Twelve 27 (White Trash Album)

I don’t know. Didn’t even work
Now he hang out in the basement
With his face printed on a shirt
Uh
Twelve 27
Written on my skin to remember my mortality
Last of my daddy’s. [Intro]
Don’t believe in deities, believe you hearing me
Shrink beneath the sink, fearing someone bout to kill Ralphie
Mind in a blur. No exit
Uh
Twelve 27
Celebrated different, no name on cake
Just dated pics on Facebook
Poems got tears tracing people’s faces
Father water sorrows like a gardner
Uh
Twelve 27
Why was it him? Ambition stirred, It fled from me
Now left & right married for peace & harmony:
Please, no harming me
Don’t believe in deities, believe you hearing me
Shrink beneath the sink, fearing someone bout to kill Ralphie
Mind in a blur. Dad blames himself
Not the helmet. Followed constellations
Walked paces didn’t lead to X, facing
This ain’t the Matrix. I don’t believe in God anymore
Hypochondria, I fear every organ
I fear hearing organs when I kick the bucket
I’m no 49er, can’t find gold in dying
Multiplying my anxiety by the ounce
Suck it up bitch, we all end up in the ground
Close your eyes without closing lids boy
That’s a darkness you can’t comprehend
Uh
Twelve 27
Need to know the answers
Bro, lend a hand. Ambition stirred, It fled from me
Now left & right married for peace & harmony:
Please, no harming me
[Verse]
Twelve 27
Two days later, he back in heaven
Two years of age, I lacked awareness
Twelve 27
Two days later, Dad lost his baby
How could he take it? Nasty habit of romancing bad ones
Buy ’em drinks, something fancy
Finances dad has managed in the trash
Now spending more to cover my credit score & ass
Pop pills after pills, spine is killing
His nerves pinching like how you bother siblings
Don’t know how that feel
Uh
Twelve 27
Two days later, he back in heaven
I think? Joe, just come back Momma pats me on the back
Every chance blown. Off to the Natives, lost in the mountains
Sparked sage.

Tabby – Rufus (White Trash Album)

So burn
Incense & myrrh. Well it all started with a small orange cat named Rufus. Meow. I don’t really fuck with cats, but, Rufus, I like you. Hors d’oeuvres
Expensive turds. Perturbed
Incessant slurs insert
In sections served. Now you would think he would say to himself, "nah, fuck this shit, I’m out," dip the other direction, but nah, not good old Tabby. Believe that shit? So squirm
Let leopard curl unstirred
Or bed is hearse, you heard? Turn to scourge
And sever worms. Purr to blur
My reverence. See, motherfucker, this man went on a long, spiritual journey to find his purpose. The squalor yield
Results for Ponzi Schemes
I’ll feed apocalypse
Sausage and omelettes
Before I call it quits
Slip monarch gauntlets on fists
Since God giving power trips outlets
Spark dipped from partnership
Betwixt parliament. Perk in fur
When pest pinch. And upon entering, he soon found himself face to face with a giant mystical beast sleeping in his lair. [Intro: BIGQUINT]
I suppose you’d like to know how Tabby got his name, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you. [Hook]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

[Verse 2: Tabby]
Apologies
Did not intend offense
Just pent up, pardon me
Sickened by all of these
Misfits’ anthologies
On disc & spotify
Buzz caught
I’m swatting flies, just missed
They’re taunting me
Pissed off in poverty
Pissed on my dollar jeans
Piss drunk. Rufus bestowed upon him the name Tabby, and decided to accompany him on his journey by taking the form of a simple house cat. And on this path, he became inexplicably drawn to a mysterious cavernous opening–or cave, for you simple motherfuckers. Honestly
Parted to ponder with
Mystical monoliths
[Verse 3: Rufus]
For centuries
Command V’s been telling me
The prowess in their pedigree
Scoff when promises
Pocket dialing greed presently
Yet, exception breathes
Monologue rich in remedy
One that causing demi
Switch in sending thee
To swim in Styx. But this here was baring the reminder that not all rivals are on the outside; most are from within Most would think little Rufus here was adopted from Tabby’s local shelter; you’d be wrong. A mystical beat taking the form of a fuckin’ house cat. Not worth
A second, squirt. See, this dumb motherfucker decided to wake the motherfucker up
[Verse 1: Rufus]
Slumber disturbed. Instead
Decree a halt to next emcees
Walking jock in palm for blessings
Beast stepping down
Paws treading as domestic breed
Lesson: keep testing self
To best your enemy
Let’s
[Hook]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
[Outro: BIGQUINT]
You see, after countless rappers went to Rufus for his blessing, only to later abuse them, he was surprised to find that this one simply desired guidance rather than fame and power. From murk
Insects with words dispersed
Exodus verse inferred
Pestilence. Litter
Cement with cursed dirt
Respect your work?

Tabby – Yellow Belly (White Trash Album)

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
[Verse 1]
Yo, watch the gawking. Remove her tee: one in sink, two in the fuchsia
"How are you?"
Truth stretched like Dhalsim moves, "I’m doing super."
But mood took a dive. Chumps stacked. You ain’t fresh as me, shit! Conk out easy hearing you get slept on
"I’m unique," you Tweeting? Obvious ya
Only played yourself since you been born
Weasley in a beanie plus Clockwork Orange
Equals treatment. I know my style not too common
Yesterday’s tossed on after whiffing the laundry
The wife of Father Time picking fights to disarm me
We toe to toe like she hiked up them mom jeans
Pinch of Picasso mixed with whiskers of Dali:
Concoction of the artist currently raw as ahi
Talk’s cheap but you begging for a few bucks
Discovered couple glory holes post me fucking Ku Klux
Hokey-Pokey fist in pussy lips if they chose to run
Agony nagging, wants me to do her? Dosage: daily torture
One-hit fuck mugs plunge my porcelain then
Dumped when done. Shocker. Sploosh
By 5, 7 fifths have piled, now all my cyphers haikus
Ditch discs disguised as tight tunes
Piff dyes lungs violet
Gold got your guts the like hue

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
[Verse 2]
Looking forward to your callused corpse
Endorphins kicking more than panicked horses
Sitting stoned with gargoyles and we hella bored
I’m that antidote coursing through bandwagon norms, bitch
Ya’ll doing lines like a coked-up seamstress
Since ’93, funks in my jeans, ripped
Hipster, please. Fuck that, keep coming
Nutsack humungous as cat’s new hunger

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden 300
Rugrat outnumbered?

Tabby – Cranston (White Trash Album)

Jif’s what they spreading for fans acting like Fido
Darkest on my mind, outside so albino (ayy)
She swallow white like the meth game (ayy)
Got skills of Abella, but never giving my dick breaks (ayy)
Go doggie, palm her cheeks like Macaulay, take spliff drag (ayy)
She twerk it while I work in the last hit for this tape (ayy)
The last Pac drowned in DatPiff
Last cop laughed when cam glitched (oh)
One shot got daughters dadless
Squad goals 16 large bought McDonald’s (oh shit)
Glock’s full, 5-0 stay famished (yo, what the fuck just happened?)
Same number on my SPF, rays got Irwin, pale stay the safe pigment (what? Dive in headfirst like Michael
Swim with vipers
Cobra Kai kicking cyphers
Double-X-L sweating like Killer Mike’s shirt (oh shit)
Jonesin’ need to blaze
Blowing donuts like pigs that would fire up Dunkin’
If frosting wasn’t lighter
Field got fuckers saying "real" before larp starts
Katana dice foam bows apart, then go for heart
Like Hardee’s combo with ricin sauce out of Heisenberg’s cabinet
‘Cause motherfucker, I am not having it
I’m that hipster who’s lips coax a cinder to light (light)
His moves cripple Richter, whoa, big words you tyke (tyke)
The kid’s foes all elbows, fists curl like prom night (night)
Italian and Irish, both sides of speakeasies
My hair thick and slick, back up fuckboy, G-Eazy
No name will name drop till they drop; this is V-Day
These Tommys rip coats too clothes up for 4th Yeezy (season, Jesus)
My poetry will leave you speechless
16’s with ease
Conscience shit, sometimes ignant
Best bars look like I gave listening to a-listers (really?)
Spit lyrics cold as dude who stowed Buscemi whole
To get chopped like I smoked raw to roach (who the fuck is this dude?)
I’m Poe in office, haunted by phonics (okay)
Let’s be honest here, ya’ll getting offed by a novice (okay)
Get pickets for this .ZIP file snap picture, Mac’s getting first virus
Hold cellular regular to pen zip up papyrus? More like the filling of zits
Gifted as shit
My lines Keanu’s seen in green tint
Achoo (bless you)
Why do he care when mucus airborne? [Verse]
(Who the fuck is this guy?)
(Everybody, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
I’m that cracker with the scraggly beard (okay)
Glazed corneas matching a matador’s handkerchief (okay)
Stork who bore these adorable busters received
Fully charged megabuster sauced for supper, scrumptious
Buddy, we cutting your set short with sword swing from Voorhees
Before you make the OGs go "oh gees"
Please, ya’ll the cream of the crop? So fucked for dollars, caught wallet whacking off to Dare Dorm (okay)
I’m in rare form, got holographic skin
Don’t care for thirsty bitches taking swigs of fella’s styles
(Yo, pass me one too)
I’m taking swings with dusters dunked in lemon lime
Catch a Sprite from the most feisty white since Federline
Now your man’s got booboo
Fist pressed that square’s face in like Bandicoot’s move
That cracker stays a modest emcee
Besides the braggadocio and getting swamped in pussy
Delete beef with foes with the Chrome history
Miyagi plucking bugs, I’m Daniel Besting his reach (okay)
Dipping toes in wonky flows
His opponents solely stroke in quarter notes
This kitten sticking out like cowlick from crowd (uh-huh)
Of fickle dimwits spitting fodder cows would snicker ’bout (uh-huh)
Patience short as corgi limbs
For poorly spitted, dorky quips, really now? Odor from the zip like split open papayas
Rinse, repeat, recycle rappers .GIFs rocking these mics now? The fuck that mean?)
Sweat drop down, froze to the ground, gather ’round
Feel out what the braille says, bitch
(Yo, hold on, what the fuck just happened?)
(You just got me so hyped and now I’m just fucking sad)
(Fuck you)

Tabby – Nordeast (White Trash Album)

(woah)
Dick floating while I write this, epsom soak
To rid skin of Simple Simon saliva
Whiter than pigeon shit
Sticking to his script. Please leave a message at the end of the tone
Hey, Tabby, biggest fan! Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Gang way, I’m swinging cleaves
Capers on my bagel? Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
I’m rad dude. Don’t revise the hype, Jack! Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Piss-poor peeps performing
Mistaken for Pinkman, ya’ll pass as Nick Nolte
Gut guppies opposing, exposing components
Stiffed, short a few organs: aortas, cajones (your balls)
"Lol, heart my haters!"
Cool! [Verse 1]
If a tree falls in the forest by no man
Does it make a sound only 90’s kids will understand? The MacGyver of lyrics;
Rhyme a paper clip taped to Bic
Dipwads dangled by ankles, drop your two cents
"Thank you bitch!"
Spark with Mary in mangers, the savior take the greatest hits
I buy ’em on vinyl and break ’em to spite God
Got him lobbing that lightning, dodge him doing the Dougie
Quick bust a nut in the nunnery like
Some priests when the youngins weep. Ooooh, kill ’em! Deep throat me
This White Trash! (dang deep)
Asterisk, hit the blunt, shift 8, dankest meme
Lamest beef brung to me? I remember 6th grade with them bracelets too
Ya’ll like, "Hello fellow kids! Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. I’m so relatable
So hip with hip-hop, hips got stainless tool
Nymphs for days, they drool for my crazy jewels!"
But I ain’t falling for a fake, pay too
Close attention to what makes you you
One sitting, albums finished? Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
I’m rad dude. Ooooh, kill ’em! Yo
Tongue and cheek? Ooooh, kill ’em! [Intro]
Hello, you have reached Tabby. Ooooh, kill ’em! (x4)

[Hook]
I’m rad dude. Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Totally
Locate Kony and bring him in only one trip with groceries
You know it’s me
[Hook]
I’m rad dude. I just wanted to that say your music got me rock hard! (gross)
Haze plumes from doobie
Blowing shapes for YouTube done got you famous? Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
[Verse 2]
Six Nordeast before me. If pastor used adlibs, that Bible go thrice plat
Rivals benign, I’m making doctors break ice bad
Keep stroking that ego with weak flows Popeye ass
I’m Charlie in jean shorts beating rats.

Tabby – Buckwheat (White Trash Album)

His finger reach projectile. Just more sperm
Who ran a red at the exit
Chains the new nooses
Whips bump same abuse that
Slay billboards like dragon
My balls hang like Goku’s did
Newcastle cap to basket passed
Sundays in pews. Bitch, drop the quill
Depression set in, sure, but jotting thoughts with skill
Blurred vision when liquor hitting my tonsils, chill
Stir another one; Khalid tolerance. Vomit, ill
As Doom coughing ’till mask drop
Best darkness like cops who kill
UH! He hopes you can relate to his openness while finding his witty imagery both humorous and thought-provoking. Ick! [Verse]
I’m too sick to go play out-
Side not with the fake. The peace: never keep it down
These squares Cheeze-Nips, two W’s, one E involved
Tabby step up to ring come-up fucks from the semen towel
Force of Katrina mixed with Luke, but he lost his head
Anxious from Mary, but Peter keep on unleashing webs
Keep up with debt like I’m Usain with two missing legs
Screaming "Sharkeisha!" beating dead steed that Tabby’s depressed
Feeling dapper though hollow, dammit
Shadows fit like wet wool, style owned ain’t Rabbit’s 8-mile, dammit
In the womb, soaked in pen ink for 9 months, dammit
Type quotes behind mom burping me; I’m cold, dammit
Minnesotan shirtless with slurpee, while snow
Pile up with who’s hurt me down my road
It’s certain my flow alerting foes like I chirped their Nextel
Dial tones when calling for God’s guidance
Don’t pick up like I don’t with my folks. Sit! He forcing the demons out, believe he bulimic now? Spouting
Fag to my face while pads kept in Dolces
Mouths spitting sorbet-sweet sixteens
B-day celebration. Welcome to White Trash. If you can’t find anything positive to take away from this experience, well, probably because you a lil’ bitch. Now sit back, grab a cold one, roll up if you need to. Tabby has created this project to act as a window into his mind, you see. Sobered up by the wafers
Savior’s blood made him puke. Now that is how you start a motherfuckin’ mixtape. [Outro: BIGQUINT]
Hahahah! I’m sorry
So why not pop doze pills
Hoping Zorro will strike the sheep hopping, still
Lost count like ya’ll without the shrill
Tick from the metronome. So you, the listener, can gather an understanding of how he became who he is today. Do whatever your ass gotta do, bruh, and enjoy the rest of the project

Dave East – No Back And Forth

[Verse 1]
Food stamps WIC checks, and no dental plan (Ghetto)
We bagged the raw, used to let it dry with the ceiling fan
Hand in hand they watching from the roof, drop it in a can
Package is Saran wrapped, duct tape, paper fill my pants
Recollections on weapons I never purchased
That money had me thirsty, shit I need somthin’ to sip on
Straight to the point, told her I got somethin’ she could sit on
Get love out in Detroit like I’m a piston, your bitch’ gone
At Summer Jam, I told Tee Grizz he had a hit
He told me ain’t it a blessing, we really came up from shit
We wasn’t supposed to win
We was ‘posed to post in the pen
Be carefull aproaching men
44:4 shoutout to Hova (Hov)
He till got the kosher (still)
Waiting for NAS to drop, paranoia in the holster (strapped)
I come from roaches crawling
Roaches on the walls and roaches in the hall
Smoking roaches til’ im yawning off

Trapo – Break From Me

Hopeless and confused, education abused
Graduation to lose, channel two
A new nigga on the street
A new statistic
Another dream gone bad
Another song song sad
We pray for better days, wedding rings, and finer things
Which nigga are you? Let this liquor replenish your spirit
Couple hours have passed, a couple days are done
I sent you back on the way
On the road in Ohio, I had a meeting today
Slam the door in Ohio, I get a text from her mom
My daughter just got a job, so eat a dick ’cause she’s fine

[Chorus]
Great for me
Vacation or something
Was waitin’ for you
Was waitin’ for something
In need of a woman
Who tell me the truth
Break from me (was waitin’ for you, you)
[Verse 2]
I remain jubilant
No diss is getting to me, no diss is getting to me
The other day homie say ain’t mean to stop you
But who that girl you would talk to in high school
The one with the nice boobs and all, I’ll wait
Looking fused in office, stayin’ confused and all
Ready to throw a punch, I wonder if it would land
Wonder if this is right, wonder, I pause
Like for a moment, our skin tone make us special
I should try and uplift you
‘Stead of birthing my opposition
Wanna be optimistic
But the dead, poor, in jail cloud the vision for a nigga
Ain’t shit promised but vagina and a sentence for a nigga
Ain’t shit promised but my mama in the kitchen for a minute
Stomach growling, still hear it
Waiting hours, still hear it
Taking showers, still hear it
Ain’t shit promised for a nigga but our spirit
You should fear and take a break from me
Away from me I said, I need a smoke to clear my head

[Chorus]
Vacation or something
A blunt and a nap
Been spent all my cash
Ain’t workin’ for no one
‘Least nobody yet
Right
Break from me (right, right)
Ain’t workin’ for no one
[Outro]
Which nigga are you? Swisher wraps and booze, more ways to move, yeah
Swear this ride
Ain’t so bad at all
Right
I think you need a
[Chorus]
Break from me
Vacation or something
A blunt and a nap
Been spent all my cash
Ain’t workin’ for no one
‘Least nobody yet
Right, right (right)
[Verse 1]
Raffle
Funny how this time you’re the one that’s throwin’ the tantrum
Wanted to be romantic
How do I make you better? Right [Intro]
Is foreplay the move today? Sweats or designer jeans?

Dan Caplen – Flat Champagne (feat. Ray Blk)

[Verse 1: Dan Caplen]
The rent’s late, always, but we don’t talk about it
Up late, most days, living off the night before
Acting all naïve like good things come for free
Like the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be
[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
The boss calls, ignore, don’t worry ’bout it
Just drink up, don’t stop living like we do
We always find a way to land back on our feet
Cause the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be
[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
[Bridge: Dan Caplen]
I know, I know we’ll find a way
And don’t look back on yesterday
We always seem to find a way
You know that ghosts favor the brave
[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne