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Alison Moyet – Cry Me A River (On The Lesley Garrett Show) (Live)

Now you say you’re lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you’re sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me,
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian
Told me you were through with me
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian
Told me you were through with me
And now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian
Told me you were through with me
And now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Upchurch – Traveler

I stay walking the woods, getting lost in my thoughts
Wondering if this path is one that I’m ‘posed to be on
But I do get lost in a daze, waking back off in my mind

And I realize camera flashes really will make you go blind
And I’m just binding the sense, and not the cents to make dollars
I’m not gonna go crazy over shit to me that don’t really matter
Who cares if you got money, shit, dawg, I got money too
But you drop the materialistic shit then who the fuck are you
And I’m just strolling through fields call me the phantom of Dixie
With the devil creeping behind, always slick, trying to come trick
But I ain’t paying attention to the shadows that lurk my back
I’m here to be a star and have folks down the road within my path

You are the traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheel spinning in the sunset through the night
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light

I grew up with my pawpaw watching reruns of Lonesome Dove
Too stoned and messed, I dress up in his cowboy handsome
And I grab his guitar and pretend to be Johnny Cash on a stage
Just standing in the kitchen when I didn’t know how to play
And I’m surrounded by snakes but I’m the one with the venom
I got the voice of the good people, mainstream won’t even listen
I can’t even get two seconds, shit
I’m the black sheep I’m guessing
But I’m gonna conquer these obstacles with the blade up my neck
Yeah I stress out so I smoke and Mary Jane kicks me up
My mind state in the moonlight is something powerful from above
So when the full moon cast a beam and the beam is shining on me
I guess it’s time to hit the stage like that edible I am

You are the traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheel spinning in the sunset through the night
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light

All Saints – Pure Shores

I’ve crossed the deserts for miles
Swam water for time
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine (I’m comin’, I’m comin’)
A piece of something to call mine (I’m comin’ comin’ closer to you)

Ran along many moors
Walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine (I’m comin’, I’m comin’)
Is the place I can call mine (I’m comin’ comin’ closer to you)

[Chorus]
I’m movin’, I’m comin’
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you my dear out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
I’m comin’ not drowning, swimming closer to you

Never been here before
I’m intrigued, I’m unsure
I’m searching for more
I’ve got something that’s all mine (got something that’s all mine)
I’ve got something that’s all mine (got something that’s all mine)

Take me somewhere I can breathe
I’ve got so much to see
This is where I want to be
In a place I can call mine (call mine)
In a place I can call mine (call mine)

[Chorus]
I’m movin’, I’m comin’
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you my dear out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
I’m comin’ not drowning, swimming closer to you

Movin, Comin’, can you hear what I hear? (Hear it out of reach)
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you

Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked the Deserts, swam the shores (Coming closer to you)
Many faces I have known
Many ways in which I’ve grown
Movin closer on my own (Coming closer to you)

I’m Movin, I feel it
I’m Comin, Not drowning
I’m Movin, I feel it
I’m Comin, Not drowning

[Chorus To Fade]

YBN Nahmir – Bounce Out With That

[Intro]
Gang

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (grra, pow, pow, pow)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get ’em for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma, ayy
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (‘long in a dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (bitch)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch yo’ phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch yo’ phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (huh)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (ayy, gang)

[Verse]
Stop it, niggas knowin’ that I drop shit (I drop shit)
Get popped quick, ’cause them niggas that you rock with (rock with)
Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a Chopstick (grra)
Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grra, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas talkin’, watch I pull up in that fuckin’ Hemi (skrrt)
Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi (on the gang)
I’ma rock this lil bitch ’til that tank empty (huh)
I’ma still blow that bitch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)
Bitch I’m a P (what), bitch I’m a G (huh)
Took that lil bitch now that bitch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (pass her to the clique nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get ’em for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma, huh
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)

Da$h – Abundance

[Verse 1]
Feeling like Mufasa with a chopper
Copper turn a nigga to a T-shirt
Skeezer from the Bay [?], called the bitch a bopper
Suck me ’til her knees hurt
Swear that the world getting smaller
Thought you was a big fish, and that’s when 2 sharks hit the water
Yeah, I was moving them quarters
My passport is stamped up cause I really get over borders
Collect the pounds and the euros
Niggas is snitching like them pussy’s work for the Bureau
Fuck with no bitches in plural
Talking that gangster shit, you will get put on a mural
True indeed, catch a glimpse, they asking "Who is he?"
The youngin’ [?] work on supplying new type of guy
Don’t talk to me bitch I’m all type of high

[Hook]
Wasn’t riding through the 6 with my woes
I was sliding with your bitch, getting throat
Holding onto that stick, leaving holes
Only thing on my mind, getting dough
Getting mo’, flip a O
Did a show, getting mo’
Wasn’t riding through the 6 with my woes
Holding onto that stick, leaving holes

[Verse]
It’s Mr. Yeah, So
No, I don’t care ho
Y’all niggas Care Bears, my flow cement
In the truck, getting spinned
Got the bread, know it’s spent
Leave the court, innocent
Jewish counsel, bad bitch, mouthful
Blunt lit, house shoes, yes, it’s routine
They used to say I have pipe dreams
Cause a nigga wanted nice things
But you know I got ’em right now
Cause I couldn’t wait
Watch a nigga as I demonstrate
Choking bitches while I penetrate
Doing shit they couldn’t replicate
Yeah, So

ASAP Rocky – Above

[Chorus]
Walls slowly closin’ in
I feel the time slowly runnin’ out
I think my mind slowly losin’ focus
Lately I’ve been through the motions
I’m on another level this time
Levels in my bezel, rich time
They ain’t on my level this time
Think it’s time we settle this right now

And if I keep goin’ back to fuckin’ with her, with her
I’ma end up with her, oh
Always first to finish last, time to quit her, quit her
Time to give up, bitter, oh

This time, I’m…
This time…
I’m your first, I’m your last
I’m the best thing that you’ve ever had
This time…
This time…
Last time…
I’m the best of all time
Last t-

Jamelia – Beware Of The Dog (Album Version)

Do you know how much you want him?
You’re trying to be cool about it
You’re trying to big about it
You’re constantly just denying
You’re like a moth to a flame
Can hardly wane
But listen ‘cos I know what I’m saying

He’s trying to catch you in it
And then he’ll back you in it
Cos he’s just another girl addict
And if you give it away
You’ve gotta be crazy

(See it)
Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He’s coming to getcha, he’s coming to getcha)
Stop!
He’ll only build you up
And then forget ya
He’s dirty to the bone – beware of the dog!

I was damn near addicted
I got into trouble with him, I got in the bubble with him
Everything was just how he wanted
Oh, but then I got wise
I got out of sight
So take me advice

(See it)
Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He’s coming to getcha, he’s coming to getcha)
Stop!
He’ll only build you up
And then forget ya
He’s dirty to the bone – beware of the dog!

(See it)
Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He’s coming to getcha, he’s coming to getcha)
Stop!
He’ll only build you up
And then forget ya
He’s dirty to the bone – beware of the dog!

I know you hear me
I know you hear me – I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!
Uhh! uhh!

You better reach out and touch me!
(Reach out and touch me)

(See it)
Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He’s coming to getcha, he’s coming to getcha)
Stop!
He’ll only build you up
And then forget ya
He’s dirty to the bone – beware of the dog!

(See it)
Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He’s coming to getcha, he’s coming to getcha)
Stop!
He’ll only build you up
And then he’ll forget ya
He’s dirty to the bone – beware of the dog!

(See it)
Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He’s coming to getcha, he’s coming to getcha)
Stop!
He’ll only build you up
And then forget ya
He’s dirty to the bone – beware of the dog!

Beware of the dog…
Beware of the dog…
Beware of the dog…

You better reach out and touch me

Blue Moon Boy – Love Coming Down

I remember how your eyes used to light up
Over promises that I made
But for the first time in my life
I know now how it feels to be afraid

I don’t know what I’d do if you go away
This would sure be one lonely old town
For a man’s so busy going up in the world
That he couldn’t see love coming down

Love coming down
I remember all the times you told me
Love’s all that matters to you
And looking back now, wondering how I believed

I had things more important to do
I can see how I must have looked to you
Like some fool on a merry-go-round
And that a man’s so busy going up in the world

That he couldn’t see love going down
Love going down
Can’t you see how everything I’ve learned
Would just be wasted if you leave me

If you just give one more try
I swear I’ll always be here when you need me
If you can find it in your heart to forgive me
I’ll try to keep both my feet on the ground

But if a man’s so busy going up in the world
That he couldn’t see love coming down
Love coming down

skandau – Без Да Пие

Тялото пина колада, гледам я се от засада
Как да направя обсада щом очите и палят ада
Дженифър Анистън, Лара, горчива наслада
Червена е нейната прада, тя е кока де лимонада

Гърба й татуси, в ръката статуси
В главата пакости и патоси
По гърба й татуси, в ръката статуси
В главата пакости и патоси

[х2]
Тя е с мен и без да пие, пие
Знае как да ме навие, вие
Номерата им ги трие, трие
Всички други тя ги бие, бие

Очите – Ниагара, душата й – Сахара
В главата на бунтара тя се вкара без да знае, че там не е добре,
че там не е добре, че там не е добре, че там не е добре
Усмивката – балада, сърцето – Канада
Сълзите – водопада, на душата прай аркада
Паулу Коелю цитати, цветя, салати
Не може така на крeвати, любовен триъгълник – илюминати

Гърба й татуси, в ръката статуси
В главата пакости и патоси
По гърба й татуси, в ръката статуси
В главата пакости и патоси

[х2]
Тя е с мен и без да пие, пие
Знае как да ме навие, вие
Номерата им ги трие, трие
Всички други тя ги бие, бие

Гърба й татуси, в ръката статуси
В главата пакости и патоси
По гърба й татуси, в ръката статуси
В главата пакости и патоси

Тя е с мен и без да пие
Номерата им ги трие
Всички други тя ги бие
Знае как да ме навие

skandau – КОКАИНА

Викай му както искаш – доп или марихууана
Нося квото си искам – Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana
Гонят ме само женски за тва си нямам охрана
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Влизаме като Боговете на младите,
на колене такива са обичаите
И нeма кво да ни каете,
клякате и като пикаете

Кани ме да пиеме,
намеква за триене,
иска да го бара гол
Викам ще се видиме и ше се
напиеме, baby i gotta go

Кани ме да пиеме,
намеква за триене,
иска да го бара гол

Викам ще се видиме и ше се напиеме, baby i gotta go

Викай му както искаш – доп или марихуана
Нося квото си искам – Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana
Гонят ме само женски за тва си нямам охрана
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Всяка вечер до мен,
няма умора, няма го спора
Иска втора да отворя,
вдига ги, сваля ги като щора
И остава до мен докато очите затворя
Докато попа се моли гледа към мене, сиреч нагоре

Много иска да е стока, стока, стока, стока
Обаче и изтече срока, срока, срока, срока
А много иска да е стока, стока, стока, стока
Обаче и изтече срока, срока, срока, срока

Викай му както искаш – доп или марихуана
Нося квото си искам – Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana
Гонят ме само женски за тва си нямам охрана
Там от където мина казват ти си… ти си кокаина

кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Там от където мина казват ти си, ти си кокаина

Всяка вечер до мен,
няма умора, няма го спора
Иска втора да отворя,
вдига ги, сваля ги като щора

И остава до мен докато очите затворя
Докато попа се моли гледа към мене, сиреч нагоре

Half the Animal – Bad Bad Love

[Verse 1]
She’s got these needs to feed
But I ain’t sure that it’s the best for me
She knows she’s good, she’s got a great disguise
She make me do whatever she, she likes, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain’t ever been an angel, now
But she just crossed the line
Taking me, taking me, oh, oh, oh
She’s been playing with my heart too long
Should’ve never picked up the phone
Taking me, taking me, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Hey, I can’t, I can’t stand it
That I want it, why I want it bad, bad
Hey, I can’t, I can’t stand it
That I want it, why I want that bad, bad love
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why I want that bad, bad love
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why I want that bad, bad love

[Verse 2]
And when I’ve parked the car outside her house
I know I’ve gone too far, I can’t turn back
She’s got the best of me
I let it go because I can’t compete, oh, oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain’t ever been an angel, now
But she just crossed the line
Taking me, taking me, oh, oh, oh
She’s been playing with my heart too long
Should’ve never picked up the phone
Taking me, taking me, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Hey, I can’t, I can’t stand it
That I want it, why I want it bad, bad
Hey, I can’t, I can’t stand it
That I want it, why I want that bad, bad love
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why I want that bad, bad love
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why I want that bad, bad love

[Bridge]
I ain’t ever been an angel, now (angel, angel)
But she just crossed the line
Taking me, taking me, oh, oh, oh
She’s been playing with my heart too long
Should’ve never picked up the phone
Taking me, taking me
You know I want it bad

[Chorus]
Hey, I can’t (I can’t), I can’t stand it
That I want it (want it bad), why I want it bad, bad (love)
Hey, I can’t (I can’t), I can’t stand it
That I want it, why I want that bad, bad love (why I want that bad, bad love)
Hey, hey, hey-ey-ey-ey
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why I want that bad, bad love
Hey, hey, hey-ey-ey-ey
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why I want that bad, bad love

Kris Angelis – Kevin Bacon

I see you
Riding shotgun in your car
On this picture perfect night

Pointing out our favorite stars
Killing time

There’s something, there’s something
In the air, in the air
Running your fingers, your fingers
Through my hair, through my hair
And then we’re kissing
Lipstick is everywhere, everywhere
Destination anywhere

All I know is that I
Can’t keep from smiling
I just can’t stop laughing like a fool
I never met someone
Who made me feel the way you do
These butterflies got me so high
I’m dancing on the roof
You make me feel like
You make me feel like

I got some brand new shoes
Just heard that real good news
Whenever I’m with you
Got me like, Oh my!
We’re breaking all the rules
I’m ’bout to cut footloose
Your Kevin Bacon moves
Oo oo oooo

Can we stay forever young
Constellations on the move
In this crazy, stupid love
Me and you

There’s something, there’s something
In the air, in the air
Running your fingers, your fingers
Through my hair, through my hair
And then we’re kissing
Lipstick is everywhere, everywhere
Destination anywhere

All I know is that I
Can’t keep from smiling
I just can’t stop laughing like a fool
I never met someone
Who made me feel the way you do
These butterflies got me so high
I’m dancing on the roof
You make me feel like
You make me feel like

I got some brand new shoes
Just heard that real good news
Whenever I’m with you
Got me like, Oh my!
We’re breaking all the rules
I’m ’bout to cut footloose
Your Kevin Bacon moves
Oo oo oooo

Can we stay forever young
In this crazy, stupid love?
Me and you

Can’t keep from smiling
I just can’t stop laughing like a fool
I never met someone
Who made me feel the way you do
These butterflies got me so high
I’m dancing on the roof
You make me feel like
You make me feel like

I got some brand new shoes
Just heard that real good news
Whenever I’m with you
Got me like, Oh my!
We’re breaking all the rules
I’m ’bout to cut footloose
Your Kevin Bacon moves
Oo oo oooo

Fetty Wap – Rockstar (GMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar, bitch

[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters

[Verse 1]
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man

[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters

[Verse 2]
In the cut, round with the yelper
Ay, go to war for the gang, body dropper
He a hoe if he tell, he a copper
Used to geek off the pills, was a popper
Pull up in that thing, show stopper
Disrespect the gang, I’m gone pop ya
Way a nigga flowin’, so proper
Got a bitch, so bad the hoes watch her

[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters

[Outro]
2018 lil bitch
King Zoo motherfucker
Squad, bitch

Chevy Woods – Alright Lyrics

Verse 1
She wants to top me
Get me alone and give me the sloppy
Yea she Dominican she calls me poppy
I just killed it yea i caught a body

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Verse 2

From the back, hit my jack, i’m ????
Your boyfriend he don’t ear i’m unpack yea
We be smoking yea just like the m???
You should bring your friend cause its a party
Bitch i’m a thug, i’m the plug, i got drugs yea
In vip with your bitch ain’t no love yea
TLC thats on me, you a scrub yea
He i know hit it, now you want to mean mug yea

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Verse 3

I know the pussy juicy, thats word to Biggie
She sent the picture of it, i told her give me
I mixed the Bombay with the simply
I’m out in Huston lane, rest in peace Whitney

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Alright, alright, alright
You niggas hating, i’m just trying to live life

Verse 4

I’m on my way ??? you know i want a milly
She told me about you so know the sauce you feeling
Like i ain’t happy here chevy can we spend some time
I told her no, no, no, cause baby its a long line
She said i’m trying to be your number one and move up

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

YBN Nahmir – Bounce Out With That Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (grra, pow, pow, pow)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (ayy)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (belong in a dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (bitch)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow pow pow)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (huh)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (ayy, gang)

[Verse]
Stop it, niggas knowin’ that I dropped shit (I dropped shit)
Get popped quick, ’cause them niggas that you rock with (rock with)
Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a chopstick (grra)
Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grra, pow pow pow)
These niggas talkin’, watch I pull with that fuckin’ Hemi (skrrt)
Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi (on the gang)
I’ma rock this lil bitch ’til that tank empty (huh)
I’ma still blow that bitch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)
Bitch I’m a P (what), bitch I’m a G (huh)
Took that lil’ bitch now that bitch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (clique nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (huh)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon’ pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin’ hockey sticky
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spendin’, spend it
If we winnin’, win it
I know Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tend it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the Blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin’ artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin’ pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec’, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back lookin’ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin’ animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin’ the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it’s a duo
One went to college and one went to juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

Rich The Kid – All Of Them Lyrics

[Pre-Chourus: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
We havin to many, nah
We havin to many
Said I like all of them
I like all of them
U Dig! Yuh
Yuh

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I like all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I said I like uh, I like all of them
Since I like all of them, Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them, yuh

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
I might fuck her in my coupe
Pullin up minus the roof
I’m fuckin alla them money as tall as the gucci’s
I’m walkin with benjamins
I walk in with tons of the cash
All of these bitches they laugh
They peepin yo swag
You get it from dad
I’m poppin them tags
I’m poppin them tags
They copy the wave I’m the father
These bitches they fuckin regardless
Upload that hoe on the snapchat
Fuck her one time get no call back
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I keep this shit in a book bag
Brought that, I see ya hoe and she ain’t all that
And I’m all that
I want the bimmer and all that
I want the xannies and all that

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of them
I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
Might pull out the phantom
I’m taking yo hoe for ransom
My diamonds they doin the dancin
I’m flexin on bitches can’t stand it
I fucked that bih in the phantom
Ooh yah, ay romantic, ay
Then I got dirty the Fanta
I spend a check on my sandals
Carti back molly the party pack
Flexin around with a lot of racks
They bad so I’m fuckin on all of them
The plug no need for callin him
My bitches to foreign they travelin
Ain’t cuffin these bitches you kissin them
She bringin a friend know there’s 3 of them
They bad I might just fuck all of them

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them

Gotye – Down There Too Lyrics

Sinking into everything you think to do
I’m sinking too
Swim or sink, you never think
You’ll make it through
And I think it too
I sink with you

Treading long and going on
You’re drowning soon
And I’m drowning too
You’re heading for the gate
Of everything you do
And I’m holy too
I’ll take the dirt with you

Falling down and crawl around
A hole you make
And that’s all it takes
Down and down and down
And watch your past mistakes
At faster rates
Now watch your fates

Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

[Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go!
(Mustard on the beat ho!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…

Ravyn Lenae – Sticky

What did you do?
Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

You got me wondering where this going
Where the phone went, not who I’m in love with
You got me wondering why you roaming
Something to it {?} lonely

You know I cannot shake ya
You know I cannot break ya
You only fool me then you lose me then right back I take ya
You know we’re back together
You don’t want this forever
Then I look stupid, call me foolish
But I’ll do whatever

What did you do?
Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

Let’s play
Let’s pretend
I could have my way
What you gonna say
If I ever walk away
Let’s play
Let’s pretend
You could treat me, fair
Maybe you won’t scare me
Maybe you would care

You know I’d wait for you
And stay away from you
I stick around when things are falling down
I need a reason
For me to leave him
Zigzag, circus
I don’t know that sticky-icky is the potion
(sticky-icky)

What did you do?
Looking confused (I’m confused)
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

Wiz Khalifa – Letterman

808 Mafia
Ooh, yeah

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

[Verse 1]
I just drink too much Gin
And I’m more drunk than I ever been
And I’m ’bout to roll up the medicine
Now they got a girl and her best friend
Let ’em take shots, now they feelin’ it
Tell me that I’m better than her ex man
If I hit it once, I’ma hit again, yeah
I be gone with the wind
? can’t handle it
Can’t be pushin’, hoe pedalin’
Y’all niggas broke, can’t get a fix
Ima turn up, gon’ hit a lick
Niggas that hate don’t benefit
Puffy, all about my benjamins

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

[Verse 2]
I got too much to spend
I’ll make it rain like weatherman
All about the check like ?
Eyes of the pittsburg, pedalin’
Way before the eyes on television
Pack so loud I’m yellin’ it
Want KK? I’m sellin’ it, yeah
All they do is pretend
Won’t keep it real cause they never did
Talk about life they ain’t never live
Talk about stripes they ain’t never get
Lookin’ for the right one to let ’em in
I’ma get her right, in her element
Brain so bright, she intelligent

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

Zedd, Maren Morris & Grey – The Middle (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Maren Morris]
Take a seat
Right over there, sat on the stairs
Stay or leave
The cabinets are bare and I’m unaware
Of just how we got into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions

[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Verse 2: Maren Morris]
Take a step
Back for a minute, into the kitchen
Floors are wet
And taps are still running, dishes are broken
How did we get into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions

[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Bridge: Maren Morris]
Looking at you I can’t lie
Just pouring out admission
Regardless my objection
And it’s not about my pride
I need you on my skin just
Come over, pull me in just

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh, baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle, no no
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Baby, I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle, middle
In the middle, middle

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf

[Intro]
Mmm
Yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch, did her
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I look up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some elites and some college niggas
So your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pockets, pistons smokin’ hockey stick
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spinning, spin it
If we winning, win it
I got Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now you pull up looking like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples?
Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle?
Where the throat deep enough to land a missile?
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars
Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles
‘Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwing pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Need to help her friends through, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no power familiar
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that
"sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia, behind the millions"
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see ’em
With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turnin’ homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot her
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices
Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pocket is sumo
Gettin’ the moolah by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo
Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole
Prom with the college and one with the juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

ASAP Rocky – 5IVE $TAR$

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn in the Klondike
Carhartt where my car parked
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these [?]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

Dabrye – Lil Mufukuz (feat. MF Doom)

[Intro]
When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy?
Right after dark, Amy, it’ll light up the whole lawn!
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

[Verse 1]
Ouch, what would rhyme with gout?
Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out
Wash they mouth out with Bronner’s for showin’ off with sponsors
No doubt, scout’s honor
Cut off allowances and take away they toys
You think that’s harsh? It’s even worser for the boys
Whoop that ass in front of your friends
Then drag ’em by the earlobe like, "Don’t do it again!
Now get to them chores or else you can’t hit the blunt for a month
And you’re grounded, no outside, no out front
Grown folks is talkin’, don’t even mumble!"
I watch ’em run away from home and come back humble
It’s too much sugar, start to hyperact
Schemin’ on a snack, look like someone needs a nap
Real MCs fuck dat
Whiny peace pop rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get the slap
Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus
Little mufuckas
When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy?

[Verse 2]
As in on stage or lyrical mic
Contrary to bias towards age or physical height
They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike
Instead of playin’ games inside, bike
Slow down buddy or things could get ugly
Runnin’ behind on ‘er like [?]
Out here doin’ the darndest things, hysterical
How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle
"Get back up in this house!" a grandmama shouts
Wanderin’ through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out
Strollin’ by rollin’ eyes like hater
Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters
Give ’em a mean look, that’s my word
The belt is right here, be seen and not heard
Pssh, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers
The whole world’s watching y’all’s little mufuckas

[Outro]
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

T-Pain – Roll In Peace (Remix)

[Intro: T-Pain]
(Yeah, boop! Yeah, boop!)
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together nigga

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[?] (ohh)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

Kip Moore – Last Shot

Well, baby love’s just one of those words that gets thrown around
Like Jack and Coke, sitting on the bar when it gets watered down
So I ain’t gonna say it, oh but I ain’t gonna lie
If you wanna know the truth how I feel about you tonight

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, last shot of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down

So baby let me look at you and see just what I got
If you were my cherry stem I’d tie you in a knot
And if I couldn’t hail you, oh baby I’d be gone
I’d be floating round high as the Colorado sky blowing smoke rings all night long

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down

Last call, last chance, last dance I was ever gonna get to take

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
My last night of hell on wheels, wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down
Then I’d shoot you down

Well, if you were my last breath
Well, I’d just wanna hold ya

Vasiliki Ntanta – Ούτε Να Σε Ξαναδώ

Στο ‘χα πει οτι γυριζει
ρόδα είναι η ζωή
και στην θέση την δική μου
τώρα βρίσκεσαι εσύ…

Να με ψάχνεις να με θέλεις
και να με παρακαλάς
όπως έστρωσες κοιμήσου
μόνο μακριά απο μας

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Στο ‘χα πει θα μετανιώσεις
τωρα δεν σου φταίω εγώ
που ζητάς απεγνωσμένα
το δικό μου σ’ αγαπώ

Ένα μάθημα να πάρεις
για να μάθεις ν’αγαπας
αφού μόνο αν δεν με έχεις
ξέρεις να με εκτιμάς

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Dejan Matic – Deficit (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

Mene sreća nikada
nije sama pratila
uvek dođe neko zlo
uvek dođe neko zlo
da mi pokvari sve to

Ja se još ne predajem
i na sebe ne dajem
priče što se govore
neće da me obore
neće da me obore

Nedopustivo
na mene sve se spustilo

[Refren]
Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

Ne gledam u druge
i ne gubim nadu
vreme stane kako kom
nek se neko drugi
udara u glavu
a ja ću po svom

Kada svane novi dan
tada biće bolje znam
jer u zoru biću jak
jer u zoru biću jak
niko ne vidi kroz mrak

Nedopustivo
na mene sve se spustilo

Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

[Refren]
Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

Ne gledam u druge
i ne gubim nadu
vreme stane kako kom
nek se neko drugi
udara u glavu
a ja ću po svom

Dunja Popovic – Incidentna (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Trista stepeni gori sad u meni
ja noćas luda sam
dva su promila, neću biti fina
sve dok te ona ima

Sve su patrole spremne
samo čekaju na mene

[Refren]
Kad te vidim s njom
meni se pale alarmi u glavi
ma napraviću lom
na tvoj telefon ako mi se javi
biće sve po mom
gazim na dvesta, napravite mesta
ma ne plaši me interventna
noćas sam incidentna

Ma ne zna ona ko sam ja
da nisam tako fina
to što radiš s njom
samo na vatru dodaje benzina

Sve su patrole spremne
sve zbog jedne žene

[Refren] x2
Kad te vidim s njom
meni se pale alarmi u glavi
ma napraviću lom
na tvoj telefon ako mi se javi
biće sve po mom
gazim na dvesta, napravite mesta
ma ne plaši me interventna
noćas sam incidentna