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Mac DeMarco – Wonderful Christmastime Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The moon is right
The spirits up
We’re here tonight
And that’s enough

[Chorus]
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

[Verse 2]
The party’s on
The feeling’s here
That only comes
This time of year

[Chorus]
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

[Verse 3]
The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding
Oh, oh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
Doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot, dong

[Chorus]
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

[Verse 4]
The party’s on
The spirits up
We’re here tonight
And that’s enough

[Chorus]
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

[Verse 3]
The choir of children sing their song
They practiced all year long
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding
Haha

[Verse 2]
The moon is right
The spirits up
We’re here tonight
And that’s enough

[Chorus]
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

[Outro]
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

Famous Dex – Read About It (Intro) Lyrics

Searching for Radio Stations

Ridin’, cruisin’, with the windows down
Just copped a-
Searching for Radio Stations
Esketit
I’ma monster you can see it (whoo)
All these bitches wanna fuck-

Searching for Radio Stations

Wait, your [censored] a thottie (wha)
She just wants to kick it, I don’t know karate (whata)
But the [censored] so good, the [censored] so great
Guess what? Her neck off her body (gang, gang)

Searching for Radio Stations

Two bitches they into me
I thinking they feeling me (I think’-)

Searching for Radio Stations

A whoo, yea (a what)
Adidas on me like I’m DMC (a what)
A yea, what
Your bitch wanna hang on me

Searching for Radio Stations

I get the drip from my walk, my baby she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I’m smoking on dope like Young Dolph

Searching for Radio Stations

I’m smoking on dope, real fu dope, I got it from Dion
Free Guwop, I had to say the shit two times

Searching for Radio Stations

I’m runnin’ ’round in a Uber
I took your bitch, you a loser

Searching for Radio Stations

I wish a nigga would tryna trap me (I wish a nigga would)

Searching for Radio Stations

A wha’
Pull up in a foreign so quick (skrt, skra)
Fly first, lookin’ so ohh (so ohh)
Cameras down why don’t you [?] (they wha’)
Bad, bad, baby girl, [?]
I got my 30, you know I never lackin’
Run up on me and it’s crackin’
I get the money I bag it
You say you got money, lil homie what happened
Dexter

Hell yea, you-you-you got to
You got to give-
There won’t be no Dexter if there was no Nas
You gotta, you-
If you don’t respect the OGs then fuck you
You gotta respect Snoop, Ice Cube
Just c’mon
You [?] get your facts right
You gotta respect WuTang, you gotta, you can’t
You gotta respect them. Mob
You gotta respect that
Redman, Method Man, you gotta respect them
C’mon. No, we speak facts bro

Lady Gaga – Real Love [Early Demo] Lyrics

Verse 1:
Lay me down when I’m so sleep
I remember when you told me I’m so sweet
And nobody else can tame me yeah
I know when you meet with your men in the bars
When you comes you always promise me I’ll be your wife
With you, yeah

Chorus:
You always called me beautiful, men
And talked to me all the time
No matter if we broke and starve I’m sure
But i’m sure im sure that’s real love, real love i was sure you were a real love, real love, im sure you’re real love, real love,r-e-e-eal love

You always called me beautiful, men
And talked to me all the time
No matter if we broke and starve I’m sure
But i’m sure im sure that’s real love, real love i was sure you were a real love, real love, im sure you’re real love, real love,r-e-e-eal love

Verse 2:
Suddenly you came and so you’re mine
I had a little shrug and i look in your eyes
But I knew the way you over me
I never felt so sick

Chorus:
You always called me beautiful, men
And talked to me all the time
No matter if we broke and starve I’m sure
But i’m sure im sure that’s real love, real love i was sure you were a real love, real love, im sure you’re real love, real love,r-e-e-eal love
You always called me beautiful, men
And talked to me all the time
No matter if we broke and starve I’m sure
But i’m sure im sure that’s real love, real love i was sure you were a real love, real love, im sure you’re real love, real love,r-e-e-eal love

We never ever man sank to the love we tame
I was so sad because I love you and I know I’m ready to kiss you but you don’t, asked me for wages in the card? Again
Don’t deserve my realest love

Chorus:
You always called me beautiful, men
And talked to me all the time
No matter if we broke and starve I’m sure
But i’m sure im sure that’s real love, real love i was sure you were a real love, real love, im sure you’re real love, real love,r-e-e-eal love
You always called me beautiful, men
And talked to me all the time
No matter if we broke and starve I’m sure
But i’m sure im sure that’s real love, real love i was sure you were a real love, real love, im sure you’re real love, real love,r-e-e-eal love

Outtro:
Hello? Ok, in the park at 7? Alright. See you later. I love you

Fetty Wap – Know You Freestyle (Slow Down Gmixx) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah baby
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ay, yeah baby

[Hook]
I just want to get to know you, yeah baby
Couple things that I like to show you, yeah yeah
But you slow it down, yeah baby
Baby girl don’t turn around, yeah baby
I just want to get to know you, yeah baby
Couple things that I like to show you, yeah yeah
But you slow it down, yeah baby
And I’ll just turn around

[Verse 1]
When I seen her I was chillin with my dogs
I remember we was young, runnin’ round breakin’ laws
From the 12 where we go for it all
Couple niggas keep the .30’s in the car
They like how that nigga do it, he a star
But back to you
Make me act a fool
Bring me back to school, come and teach me
All the things that you want in a man, baby
Gettin money, hope it’s part of your plans, baby
Know I’m young, but I really understand baby
What you like it, let me work it baby
What I got, it might drive you crazy
Now come on, you know your my baby
How you like, that new Mercedes
What you like it, let me work it baby
What I got, it might drive you crazy, yeah baby

[Hook]
I just want to get to know you, yeah baby
Couple things that I like to show you, yeah yeah
But you slow it down, yeah baby
Baby girl don’t turn around, yeah baby
I just want to get to know you, yeah baby
Couple things that I like to show you, yeah yeah
But you slow it down, yeah baby
And I’ll just turn around

Lady Gaga – Panty Party Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh oh oh
Welcome to the Panty Circus
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Ladies and gentlemen, Lady Gaga (Gaga)

[Verse 1]
Who’s that girl?
Running round with no clothes on
Heels in the ground
Almost famous on the scene
She looks like a celebrity
Who’s that girl?
She’s so shiny
Ain’t no way her waist that tiny
Sequins in her hair
Homegirl doesn’t care

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby shake your fanny, fanny
Let me see them pretty panties

[Chorus]
Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
We get naughty, at the panty party
It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
Let’s get naughty, at the panty party

[Post-Chorus]
Oh whoah, whoah ah
Oh whoah, whoah ah

[Verse 2]
What are you doing over there?
We’re gonna play in underwear
Spanky pants, curious
Bubble wraper, furious
Who’s that girl?
She’s so pretty
Bet you she’s from New York City
Sequins in her hair
Homegirl doesn’t care

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby shake your fanny, fanny
Let me see them pretty panties

[Chorus]
Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
We get naughty, at the panty party
It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
Let’s get naughty, at the panty party

[Post-Chorus]
Oh whoah, whoah ah
Oh whoah, whoah ah
Oh whoah, whoah ah
Oh whoah, whoah ah

[Bridge]
Baby shake your fanny, fanny
Let me see them pretty panties
Baby shake your fanny, fanny
Let me see them pretty panties

[Chorus]
Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
We get naughty, at the panty party
It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
Let’s get naughty, at the panty party
Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
We get naughty, at the panty party
It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
Let’s get naughty, at the panty party

Lady Gaga – New York Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Push, push, dance for the city life
Smoke, smoke, baby, like a motor bike
Take your trash to my junkyard site
Been in your skies, I will fly my kite

[Pre-Chorus]
They keep singing west coast weather is better
But it Don’t matter cause I love you and i’ll never let go

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

[Verse 2]
Run run, red, gonna be the light
Hold your breath while we firefight
T-N-T, cause we’re dynamite
Where are the choo choo’s running tonight?

[Pre-Chorus]
They keep singing west coast weather is better
But it don’t matter cause I love you and i’ll never look down

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

[Bridge]
Can’t wear leather in LA
Come with me baby in the fast lane
Can’t wear leather in LA
Pump it baby in the fast lane

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

Fetty Wap – White Linen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You were comin’ down the escalator when I seen you
Tight fit skirt, a lil walkin’, never mean to
Lil conversation, playin cool, and kept it clean too
When I say, I got you forever, this what I mean boo
Wasn’t bout your looks, or the money, you had the crib too
I’m about your hustle and you wasn’t on the scene too
Niggas might have wanted you, but I fiend you
Had to show you what you was workin’
Yea the Zoo feel your hurt

[Bridge]
Now baby, look we at
You a boss for a fact
Yea, shorty I got you right, shorty I never gon’ wrong
Yea, and even when I was wrong, by a nigga side
Yea, kept it real with a nigga, you ain’t ever lie
Yea, shorty I got you right, shorty I never gon’ wrong
Yea, and even when I was wrong, by a nigga side
Yea, kept it real with a nigga, you ain’t ever lie
Look, shorty you got my heart, shorty you beautiful

[Hook]
Ay, white linen and grape fragrance, Ooh I wanna love you baby
Yea, ay, sweet curves and tight spaces, Ooh I wanna touch you baby
Yea, and you the one that I’m on
The only one that I want
I hope you hearin’ this song, yeah baby
I think of you when I’m gone
You know I’m bringing it home, Ooh you know I love you baby
Ay, white linen and grape fragrance, Ooh I wanna love you baby
Yea, ay, sweet curves and tight spaces, Ooh I wanna touch you baby
Yea, and you the one that I’m on
The only one that I want
I hope you hearin’ this song, yeah baby
I think of you when I’m gone
You know I’m bringing it home, Ooh you know I love you baby

[Verse 2]
Straight to it, first love with a savage
Never trust a bitch, gettin’ money, now I’m past that
Never lot of clothes, to the cash like accent
Never let a nobody stare for cold reasons
Trappin’ out the crack house, turn it for a season
Pilin’, jabbin’, J’s for a season
And you gettin’ thick girl, what you been eatin’
Cornbread, stuffing, chicken with the seasoning
I know you love the i8, wherever we go, the keys been
Had it for the most, cause it only big weekends
She was like, LOL, I said I know you very well
Chanel spray your difference, so girl I know your image smell
Take you ‘round that world and baby that’s an overseas
You sayin’ a lot of strong women what a nigga see
And you, from the crown on your head, to your little feet
I love it when they mention you, baby let em know it’s me
Yea, 1738

[Hook]
Ay, white linen and grape fragrance, Ooh I wanna love you baby
Yea, ay, sweet curves and tight spaces, Ooh I wanna touch you baby
Yea, and you the one that I’m on
The only one that I want
I hope you hearin’ this song, yeah baby
I think of you when I’m gone
You know I’m bringing it home, Ooh you know I love you baby

[Outro]
Ay, white linen and grape fragrance, Ooh I wanna love you baby
Yea, ay, sweet curves and tight spaces, Ooh I wanna touch you baby
You the one that I’m on
One that I want
Hearin’ this song, yeah baby
I think of you when I’m gone
Bringin’ it home
Ooh, I wanna love you baby

Lady Gaga – Retrosexual Lyrics

[Intro]
What do you saw? Get outta here kid

[Verse 1]
One lost lady and the radio creep
Got your hands in my pockets while you spinnin’ the beat
The vinyl spins fast while we trippin’ on that
She said ”we can’t stand still”
One trick bunny and a haunting man
Got lost in the woods with a gun in the hand
She said ”hey love child, take me back”
I said ”we can’t stand still”

[Chorus]
Shake your head cause she wants you
Close your eyes and see through
Coming, coming, coming, coming, coming of the girls names
Feel so retrosexual (sexual)

[Verse 2]
Heard a story ’bout the medicine man
Drove straight to the coast in his minivan
He learned the ways of the local dudes
He said ”I can’t stand still”
Missy Brown went to pristine high
Met the medicine man for a token around
She said ”It’s been so long since we got down”
He said ”I can’t stand still”

[Chorus]
Shake your head cause she wants you
Close your eyes and see through
Coming, coming, coming, coming, coming of the girls names
Feel so retrosexual

[Bridge]
The girls go round and round
The boys go round and round
If the world goes round and round
We all go round and round
The girls go round and round
The boys go round and round
If the world goes round and round
We all go round and round
What do you saw? Get outta here kid!

[Chorus]
Shake your head cause she wants you
Close your eyes and see through
Coming, coming, coming, coming, coming of the girls names
Feel so retrosexual (sexual)
Feel so retrosexual, sexual, sexual, sexual
Sexual

King Los – Go Green Lyrics

[Intro/Hook]
Shorty give me that
I need head, i need racks
Made the pussy lean, like a, magazine in a, stack

[Verse 1]
If we don’t rock, I ain’t plan it
I’m just sonnin’ niggas cause I been a star
On my block, niggas be ass
For the heat flash like it’s menopause
Finna get you niggas finished off
Man you boys playing scrimmage ball
Say you riding and you take it back
Man that sound like a rental car
Going back and forth for the beef
Don’t that sound like some dinner flaws
Doubting me is like offending God
Like a Nazi in a synagogue
Paparazzi tryna watch me
I’m a kamikaze, climb inside your mami
Let her know this dick the bomb
Rip it strong, chopper cop a fifth to put my niggas on
What level niggas really tryna get it on
Oops I did it again, just thought the Britney’s song
Pool party at the crib, it’s like sixty thongs
It’s like titties on, snapchat, backpacks
Full of crispy ones, strippers on, the pole
Spin around, throw hundreds on, the hoe

[Hook]
Shorty give me that
I need head, i need racks
Made the pussy lean, like a, magazine in a, stack

[Verse 2]
All i ever wanted was the money, no change
Pockets full of hundreds, a hundreds I love both things
And the summer coming, I want it, I run it, that’s a hundred
I hunt a nigga down, just to do what I done, done it
I done done it for the fun of it, I’m a one of one
We can run a one on one just to see what come off it
Son of a, stupid father, dumb mother
You mean to tell me it wasn’t one brother
Ah fuck it, peep dawg, no need for beef dawg
Got a crew full of niggas, nice with the mack call them D Squad (D Squad)
She slow, when you see me, see God
She hit my phone and say that she bored
I just want TLC like T-Boz
Get vacant like BLT’s on these boys
Extra lettuce, K-I-N-G no extra letters
But extra cheese, hold the bread, but don’t hold my bread
See I’m a vegan that went over your head
I split your onion for the guacamole
The beef get messy like the sloppy Jobie
Flip the broccoli just to cop a rollie
Full of [?] yeah cost me cabbage
Now that’s good eating, and flossing habits

[Hook]
Shorty give me that
I need head, i need racks
Made the pussy lean, like a, magazine in a, stack

Tyga – Boss Up

[Intro]
Aye, turn it up a lil’ bit
I, I want you to have your way
You feel me?

[Chorus]
Yeah I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me that you wanted us to park yeah
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me how you wanted us to park
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah

[Verse 1]
I fucking, love it, when you you you
Come in with your drink
Tell me don’t mix it make it straight
Tell me don’t mix you up with them other bitches
Get mixed up with me
That’s the perfect mixture
Have your way
Lil’ baby have your way
Aw babe, it’s whatever you say

[Bridge]
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout, we
Boss up yeah

[Verse 2]
Take it off then you floss when you know how to
Boss up
Iced out cross for the ones who crossed this shit
Fuck the police yeah
You the law like ooh
Get ’em off you
They hate you so much
You Khaleesi talking bossy
Boss up
Tell that boy that you need a better offer
If you wanna be a, baller (boss up)
Shot caller
20 inch blades, on that Ferrari
Call her, I don’t need directions
Just tell me when to go

[Chorus]
Oh I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me that you wanted us to park yeah
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah
Oh I fucking, love it, when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me how you wanted us to park yeah
Come on [?] into it like a new drop yeah

[Verse 3]
Cause I love it when you
Have your way
Lil’ baby have your way
Aw babe
It’s whatever you say
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me how you wanted us to park yeah
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah
Yeah I, fucking, love it
When you you you (bust it bust it bust it)

[Outro]
Bust it bust it bust it

Trinidad James – Black Santa

[Intro]
(Yeah…)
(Oh, Christmas, oh)
(Oh my Christmas time)
(This ain’t Chrismas time (2x))

[Verse 1]
Hey
Didn’t get shit for Christmas
Cause my momma, she a Witness
And my daddy, he a Christian
But I’m on that nigga shit list
I don’t trust in Santa Claus
Because that ain’t my religion
I be buyin’ gifts
For my myself and other people children’s, bitch
Christmas season, baby
Niggas robbin’ and they killin’
Drop a bomb down your chimney
Watch it blow-blow-blow
Black Santa, red bands
I’m on these hoe-hoe-hoes
I got gifts in my trunk
I’m smoking mistletoe

[Hook 2x]
Black Santa, Black Santa
Every hood know me
Black Santa, Black Santa
All my kids love me
Black Santa, Black Santa
You don’t need a Christmas tree
Black Santa, Black Santa
Everybody gon’ eat

[Verse 2]
Jewish nigga, Hanukkah
Black Santa, Kwanzaa
Black Santa, run it up
Black Santa, save it up
Black Santa, drip it in
Some Kinte clothes
I swear all my jewelry burr
Like it’s from North Pole
I ain’t climbin’ on the roof
Still doin’ back door
Single parent household
Getting heat from a stove
Kid sleepin’ on the floor
Cause we so ghetto
Black Santa give you iPhone
But it’s still Metro

[Hook 2x]
Black Santa, Black Santa
Every hood know me
Black Santa, Black Santa
All my kids love me
Black Santa, Black Santa
You don’t need a Christmas tree
Black Santa, Black Santa
Everybody gon’ eat

[Outro]
Black Santa, Black Santa [3x]
Black Santa, Black Santa (Oh, Christmas, oh)
Black Santa, Black Santa (Oh my Christmas time)
Black Santa, Black Santa (This ain’t Christmastime) [4x]
Black Santa, Black Santa

Nick Jonas – Home (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Always out of place, I knew I needed something new for me
I never knew just what that was, yeah
Finding something safe was just like trying to catch a bird in flight
I knew that I would never touch

[Pre-Chorus]
But now I won’t let go
‘Cause I’m happy to call this

[Chorus]
Home
No more running
I’m good knowing
That I belong
(Happy to call this)
Home
I got loving
Inside this island
Don’t care who knows it
(Happy to call this)
Home
(Oh way oh, oh way oh, oh way oh)

[Verse 2]
Shedding all that insecurity, I kind of found a new me
I’m OK with how that feels, yeah
Being me was hard enough so being someone else was too much
All I want is something real

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I won’t let go
‘Cause I’m happy to call this

[Chorus]
Home
No more running
I’m good knowing
That I belong
(Happy to call this)
Home
I got loving
Inside this island
Don’t care who knows it
(Happy to call this)
Home
(Oh way oh, oh way oh, oh way oh)

[Bridge]
Home is where you’re happy
Home is when you’re right where you should be
Find where you’re happy
‘Cause I’m happy to call this

[Chorus]
Home
No more running
I’m good knowing
That I belong
(Happy to call this)
Home
I got loving
Inside this island
Don’t care who knows it
(Happy to call this)
Home
(Oh way oh, oh way oh, oh way oh)

Verse Simmonds – Liquor & Misunderstanding

[Chorus]
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding

[Verse 1]
Baby I went too hard
Baby I went too far
Why you gotta be such a wild card
I can never predict what you’re on
Simple conversations turn to interrogation
Now we fucking up the room out in Vegas
Say whatever just to get in your feelings
Tell the security to mind their business
And no that nigga ain’t me
You know that nigga ain’t fly though
You must be sipping out the bottle
Its getting hard to see the difference between you and these models
Guess that’s where it all went wrong
Saying things we can never take back
In a glass house throwing stones

[Chorus]
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding

[Verse 2]
I guess that liquor and feelings don’t mix
I know that I’m out of line when you get me to calling you bitch
I know my mama ain’t raised me to talk to no woman like this
How do you get the worst out of me
You know I could never be proud of that
But fuck it ain’t no really going back
To the way things used to
I ain’t never been what you used to
All the bullshit that you do
Its going to make me find a new you
Guess that’s where it all went wrong
Saying things we can never take back
In a glass house throwing stones

[Chorus]
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding

[Outro]
In a glass house throwing stones
You know that nigga ain’t me
Saying things we can never take back

Lil Xan – No Love

Yeah, ay, wha? yeah

You don’t love me tho
You don’t want me tho ay
You don’t love me tho ay
You don’t love me hoe yeah
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah ay
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah yeah

I smoked vanilla ways roll
She ain’t having money we’re oh
She acts like a bitch, yeah, she gon’ swallow my kids yeah
Putting my goon in her face oh
Pull away I need some space oh
I do not feel like I’m chained uh
[?]

You don’t love me tho
You don’t want me tho ay
You don’t love me tho ay
You don’t love me hoe yeah
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah ay
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah yeah

I like fucking hoes
I don’t care if she thick
I put my dick in that bih what?
I like fucking hoes
I don’t care if she thick
I put my dick in that bih what?
I put my dick in that bih what?
Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha?
Ay

You don’t love me tho
You don’t want me tho ay
You don’t love me tho ay
You don’t love me hoe yeah
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah ay
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah yeah

Outta booth, outta booth, ay I’m outta booth
Haha oh fuck yeah, Xanarchy gang bitch

Xanarchy

Lloyd Banks – End Of An Era (Freestyle)

Banks
Check it
Yo
Ringing on your line like whats your favorite scary movie
Terrorizing here to Sydney tap your kidney with the toolie
Ima need my fucking money like sours told by Mookie
Had you jumping out the window hopping fences like the stookies
Box cutter tucker back when I be acting snoopy
Nigga miss me with the deuces taking shotys blast and move me
Known to make it gloomy won’t be honored when they choose me
I survived the gunfire fuck a comet going do to me
We dont go for threats so watch the way you talk around me
Better pumps your fucking breaks I had to park you like Jabari
Yea yea I came in like gorilas til they stomp you out the party
Trying to show off to these bitches can’t sponsor out here probably
Shit I never had the time for hating tools for domination
Threesomes for minuscule purposes bring the chronic cases
Made it from the underground wrote all my names around the basement
VVS target practice raise aim out the bracelet
Been the nicest niggas pretending they won’t acknowledge it
The one your local mc secretly got a problem with
Magnum fully loaded still left overs from my rookie clip
Professional curve a bmw had me pussy whip
Patience standard in your passport you never took the trip
My mirror took it in memories flashbacks when I look at it
You freezing out here trying to find a loophole too cold
Told my jeweler like my timepieces two tone blue gold
Keep em changing every day I miss the news though new code
Ain’t the cheddar got the cover of the crew blown you told
Outages from me shocking the world thats black energy
Balling want to lock niggas up like Pat Beverly
Last cd was 45 cases I’m back desert E
Gun pass to all my receivers mental telepathy
Raise the complexity it takes longer to get things by
Bullet wound in your size envious shit brings wild
In the machines it becomes easier to gas off pile
Shooting for the stars you trying to block the shot foul
Sometimes I resurrect my old style
Never changed when they changed up then, I won’t now
Yea
At your request

Murs – Melancholy

[Intro]
Uh hi, everyone
My name is Murs, and uh
Yeah, I’ve had a rough couple years
But uh, you know
I guess I was depressed
I don’t feel depressed anymore
Uh, you know I’m just this point where I’m not too high
And I’m not too low, I’m just here
And that’s okay
And there’s a word for that
It’s called ‘melancholy’
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They say that happiness is a choice
Well, I guess they get to choose
Put all them so-called friends with they fake ass friends
Ain’t never been in my shoes
Had my back up against the wall
’bout to jump up off the edge
Just paid for a shrink but she made me think
That the problem’s all in my head
So with that said, I went solo
On my own tryna face my fears
I stopped, popped a pill, and it all got real
So I started writing this right here
And it took me years to get to this point
Where I don’t wanna die every day
You can’t put it in your mind to be down all the time
’cause the sun go shine anyway

[Chorus]
I been walking down this road, eyes closed
Reaching for a future that I cannot hold
Blindfold, eyes closed
Reaching for a future that I cannot hold
And it takes a toll on my soul
Said it takes a toll on my soul
Walking down this road, eyes closed
Reaching for a future that I cannot hold
Don’t mean to make you feel bad
Because you think that I’m sad
No need for you to feel sorry
Bro, I’m just melancholy
Don’t mean to make you feel bad
Because you think that I’m sad
No need for you to feel sorry
Bro, I’m just melancholy

[Verse 2]
Now I heard they call me crazy
I just act like I can’t hear
But they ain’t had it this rough or even lost as much
As I did in just one year
Have you ever had the feeling like you don’t wanna die
But like, wait, still not wanna be here
That fog roll in and them days get dark
And it start getting hard for you to see clear
I know that pain too well
I swear I been through hell
If I don’t smile or [?]
Just worry ’bout yourself
I tell ’em leave me ‘lone, I’m just in my zone
But some people can’t take the hint
When my life so strange, I been through so much change
Why would I need yo’ two cents?
But everybody got they ideas
On how to make my pain go away
But opinions is just like a SoundCloud page
Everybody got one these days
So you can kill the interrogation
‘Cause you only wasting your time
If you mind your business then I mind mine
And everything gon’ be just fine

[Chorus]
I been walking down this road, eyes closed
Reaching for a future that I cannot hold
Blindfold, eyes closed
Reaching for a future that I cannot hold
And it takes a toll on my soul
Said it takes a toll on my soul
Walking down this road, eyes closed
Reaching for a future that I cannot hold
Don’t mean to make you feel bad
Because you think that I’m sad
No need for you to feel sorry
Bro, I’m just melancholy
Don’t mean to make you feel bad
Because you think that I’m sad
No need for you to feel sorry
Bro, I’m just melancholy

Noah Cyrus – Again (Alan Walker Remix)

[Verse 1: Noah Cyrus]
You just made the worst mistake
And you’ll regret it, darling
‘Cause once you give and then you take
You’ll only end up wanting

[Pre-Chorus]
Was everything hard enough?
‘Cause one day you’ll wake up
And then you’ll say

[Chorus 1: Noah Cyrus]
“I wanna be your lover
I don’t wanna be your friend”
You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again
I, I wanna be your lover
Baby, I’ll hold my breath
You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Ooh, she’s screaming in my head (oh)
Ooh, I left her where I slept

[Chorus 2: Noah Cyrus & XXXTENTACION]
"I wanna be your lover, I don’t wanna be your friend"
You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again
I, I wanna be your lover
You’ll leave when the clock hits ten
You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again

[Post-Chorus: Noah Cyrus & XXXTENTACION]
Again, babe, again
Again, babe, again
You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again

Papoose – The Beginning

[Verse 1: Papoose]
I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand
Morning wood God damn
Then I brush my teeth
I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot
Put on a fresh new fit
Now I’m fly walking with a bop
Grab the wop
Place it on my hip, never slip
I heard you talking shit
But when you answer have the same energy
Don’t answer if the call unknown
Never Android I be on the iPhone
I’m still the king of the underground
Don’t fuck around
Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown
Lotta styles
Before release date I get the sneakers
Used to weigh my work on a scale like a libra
None of ya’ll lames can fuck with Pap
Call ’em savages and tell ’em that God’s back
I used to ride the train with a token
Now I’m in the droptop
You niggas see me how I’m rolling

[Chorus: Papoose]
This is where New York city begins
Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs
Pot holes but we still ride rims
Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends
Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens
Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym
Out of towners tell ’em come on in
Lay ’em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

[Verse 2: Papoose]
That Flex freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance
Operation get hot again, my favorite mission
The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen
Cause their entire discography just ain’t convincing
You mumble rappers ain’t payed your dues, pay admission
If you ain’t got it just pay half, I pay the difference
Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked
Niggas know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett
Sneaking niggas think just because they creeps
They could outsmart real niggas, fuck they think
I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep
For coming at me sideways on a oneway street
Niggas think that cause they be working out that they could bitch cats
You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack
And I heard he be telling
Man I ain’t with that
He work out and he snitch
Guess that make him a gym rat

[Chorus: Papoose]
This is where New York city begins
Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs
Pot holes but we still ride rims
Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends
Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens
Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym
Out of towners tell ’em come on in
Lay ’em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

PLAZA – All Mine

[Verse 1]
Meet me when the sun goes down
Ring ring once you get downtown
In so deep, baby can’t fix this
Like a user, baby I’m addicted to it
You get in my backseat
See you gettin naked in the rearview
Oh, I’m up here trippin’ off you
Glance at the thought I want you
Blood is on my hands, but that never stopped me before, baby
Yeah, you know it’s alright with me, with me, yeah

[Hook]
And I hit it, like it’s all mine
Should’ve paid that, woman, more mind
Tell me, did you get the news?
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more
And I hit it, like it’s all mine
Should’ve paid that, woman, more mind
Tell me, did you get the news?
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more

[Verse 2]
All, it’s all mine, it’s all mine
I gotta live by this, can’t trust what these women do
He shoulda’ never trusted you
You had me touchin’ on your body
Tellin’ me you belong to nobody
I know, everybody’s playin’ games
They all caught up in the blame, I know baby
So when you come around looking like this
Don’t think I don’t recognize that shit
But every now and then I see a woman that gets me higher
Put it all on me like that
So weak when you move like that

[Hook]
And I hit it, like it’s all mine
Should’ve paid that, woman, more mind
Tell me, did you get the news?
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more
And I hit it, like it’s all mine
Should’ve paid that, woman, more mind
Tell me, did you get the news?
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more

[Bridge]
And her body shakes
And you’ll never know
When her body aches
But it ain’t for you
If I only knew the truth
Man, I didn’t want this all believe me
I would’ve been so gone, but her sex so strong

[Hook]
And I hit it, like it’s all mine
Should’ve paid that, woman, more mind
Tell me, did you get the news? (Ah yeah)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more (No she ain’t fuckin’ with you)
And I hit it, like it’s all mine
Should’ve paid that, woman, more mind
Tell me, did you get the news? (Did you get the news?)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more (No, I’m telling you now)

And I hit it, like it’s all mine (No, I’m telling you now)
Shoulda’ been that woman, all mine (No, I’m telling you now)
Tell me, did you get the news? (Ah yeah)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more
And I hit it, like it’s all mine (Now you know)
Shoulda’ been that woman, all mine (That you don’t treat her right)
Tell me, did you get the news? (You don’t fuck her right)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you no more (Ooh, you’re gonna lose her right now)

PLAZA – Pick Up

[Verse 1]
Tell me I’m changing I know I ain’t living right and you
You say I’m drinking too much, taking too much and it scares you
I never let it come between me and the music
You hate the fact that it came in between me and you

[Chorus]
Pick up, pick up, I’ma need you to come through
Yeah, pick up, pick up I’ma need time to make it up to you
Pick up, pick up, baby you know it’s real
And I hate the fact that it came in between me and you

[Verse 2]
You wake up from nightmares thinking what I’m doing tonight
It’s true, how I’m drinking away the pain every night
And all the women in my arms, you’re right, you’re right
But tell me I’m changing, I know I ain’t living right and you
You know I’m drinking too much, taking too much, how to trust me? oh
But I never let it come between me and the music
You hate the fact that it came in between me and you

[Chorus]
Pick up, pick up, I’ma need you to come through
Yeah, pick up, pick up I’ma need time to make it up to you
Pick up, pick up, baby you know it’s real
And I hate the fact that it came in between me and you

[Bridge]
One day I’ma show you, you got me wrong, baby
One day I’ma show you, you got me wrong
I just need one night with you all alone, baby
I just want you

[Chorus]
Pick up, pick up, I’ma need you to come through
Yeah, pick up, pick up I’ma need time to make it up to you (to make it up to you)
Pick up, pick up, baby you know it’s real
And I hate the fact that it came in between me and you
Pick up, pick up, I’ma need you to come through
Yeah, pick up, pick up I’ma need time to make it up to you (to make it up to you)
Pick up, pick up, baby you know it’s real
And I hate the fact that it came in between me and you

Rob Markman – Benz 4 My Bday

[Intro]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday

[Verse 1]
Her ex-man had the blue 6, think he used to move bricks
Now he gone, he ain’t never coming home
And I’m tryna take his old chick, make her to my new bitch
Sick and tired of this used whip, try and get some new shit
Driving ’round, bumping "How It’s Goin’ Down"
Cruisin’ slow like X in the shit he shot on two-fifth
I know it sound fucked up, but I don’t even feel bad
I’m getting money and my day’s a lil’ sunny
And I’m getting everything, everything they said I couldn’t have
My drive, yeah, it’s something else
Try to ride around in something else
CLS got me stressed, I’m obsessed ’til I’m blessed
Goddamn it, I can’t ride around in nothin’ else

[Chorus]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this

[Verse 2]
Everything possible ‘less you up in the hospital
Two hands, two feet, heartbeat, how you not gon’ eat? Motherfucker, what’s stoppin’ you?
We don’t make no excuses, we just grind ’til we get it
If you don’t understand it, goddamn it
Never mind it, forget it
I’ve been working all year long
These haters working on my fuckin’ nerves
This is it, stack the grip, cop the whip, then I dip like skrrt
I’ma pull up on your fuckin’ curb
I ain’t never had the 6, I’m just tryna cop the 550
S Coupe, Yankee blue, brand new
And now I’m feelin’ like it’s my city

[Chorus]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this

[Verse 3]
I want my name on it, boy, I want my name on it
So I’ma go stupid, Marlon Wayans on this
Hundred on the dash, swerve in the third lane on this
Give ’em all the drugs, that Big Daddy Kane on this
Word to Billy Danze, I just need a lil’ fame on this
Give ’em all the gas, Waka Flocka Flame on it
I’m at they neck, need a Roc-A-Fella chain on it
A$AP Rocky, I just went Clubber Lang on it

Travis Porter – Bag

[Strap]
A fetish for her bags …

A fetish for her ass, shit …

A broad name Gina
She love Gucci bags
Had to put her on the team cause she’s truly bad
Marc Jacobs with Michael Kors
She’s 5’4 but her ass enormous
My other bitch name Trina from New Orleans
Hit the mall, might bring me back some Jordans
Chanel bag, Louis bag, Lil mama got em all
Spent five hours just tearin’ down the mall
Put her head between my legs and told me relax
Her fetish for the bags done cost me about a hundred stacks
It’s the first of the month, I’m on my 30th blunt
And I love my bitch, so I buy her what I want
Talkin diamond bracelets, diamond necklace
Fuckin with me, shawty you’ll be flexin’
She be in the club like "where the bosses at?"
Shawty got so many bags, man her closet’s packed
Yeah

You know, you a bad mufucka
Cause I look at you, all your designer bags and all the shit you do to fix yourself up, I digs you
Straight like that, Haha

[Erykah Badu]
One day, all them bags is gon get in your way
One day, all them bags is gon get in your way
I said One day, all them bags is gon get in your way
One day, all them bags is gon get in your way

[Ali]
Say everyday [?]
Yeah I salute you shawty
Good job, two kids, that’s your future shawty?
She pulled up, hit me up in a new Ferrari
Everyday she eat lobster, Calamari
Yeah, it’s gon catch up to you one day
But I’m here to tell you that you need a break
Let a real nigga take you on a date
Be ready at 7:30, pick you up at 8
Never a quiet moment, Yeah I like that
I know she a strong woman, yeah I like that
Whenever I hit her up, she hit me right back
I know whenever she dip, she gon be right back
Hahaa
Good chemistry, we got that
The sex so good that she bite back
Had to tell her [?] with that Hollywood
Teach you the game just like a nigga should

Aye Strap, pass me a Sprite real quick
Aye Quez, I guess this one on you right here

[Erykah Badu]
I guess nobody ever told you
All you must hold on to
Is you, is you, is you
One day, all them bags is gon get in your way
One day, all them bags is gon get in your way
I said One day, all them bags is gon get in your way
One day, all them bags is gon get in your way

[Quez]
Uh, Lemme make a prediction
I’mma fall in love with a bad bitch with an addiction, Shit
She said Jimmy Choos’ the real cocaine
And Neiman Marcus is the real dope [?]
Louis Vuitton queen in Alexander McQueens
I’m buyin her what she want and everything that she need
Shit
She said "Quez I’m in love with double G’s"
I said Bitch you know I’m in love with them double D’s
So
I buy her Gucci and I’m in love with that fatty
Love La Perla on her pussy. Put La Perla on her panties
She got a new Rolly and Hermes belt
And she ain’t pay for it, that was her man’s help
Yeah
And she hit the gym in the new Lebrons
Steppin out [?] red bottom, crystal Louboutons
And all them hoes be jockin what she got on
And when she [?], them hoes say she puttin on

[Erykah Badu]
Bag Lady, you gon hurt yourself

Lil Pump – Designer

[Intro: News Cast]
You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot
Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school
A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video
(Yuh, Lil Pump, ooh, yuh, yuh, huh, brr)
And the rapper’s name is Lil Pump

[Bridge]
Yuh, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh?
(Brr)
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Ayy
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

[Verse]
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitches sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the ops
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m on the drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash hangin’ out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds drippin’ on me, feelin’ like a water faucet
Broke niggas hatin’ on me, man, this shit need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin’ out my city
Hit AODs and I’m blowin’ straight fifties (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I’m worth a couple million, bitch, you know I love to flex

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

Swae Lee & Trippie Redd – TR666

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We all got one common goal
Third eye open, never close
I put that on my fucking soul
(I’m telling you I)
Know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Until you die
You got to realize
If you don’t try
You’ll never know, know, know, know
You’ll never know, know, know, know
You’ll never know, know, know, know
You’ll never know, know, know, know
You’ll never know, know, know, know

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
I love it when she vogue (yeah)
I’m on another dose (hey)
These diamonds on my neck dosey-doe
And the cash blows like snow (ooh)
I float in the truck like a kite (kite)
The timing, the timing is right
These niggas, they on thin ice
You can hate with all your might
I’m moving, my feeling mechanic
He don’t have no money, so can it
I think I’m a hopeless romantic
Kim Kardashians and many mansions (ooh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We all got one common goal
Third eye open, never close
I put that on my fucking soul
(I’m telling you I)
Know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know

Chris Brown – Him Or Me

[Verse 1]
You the one always saying, I don’t treat you right babe
Don’t wanna go out and dance like we used to
Don’t wanna netflix and chill, girl you never in the mood

[Pre-Chorus]
Your phone stay on vibrate, baby who the hell callin’ this late
Every other day the story change, if you ain’t really gonna love me
Baby I can leave
‘Cause I done been hurt I’m too weak for
How you gonna be mine if he’s yours (skrt skrt)
Baby you done took a detour, it’s fuckin’ me up
Tell the truth if you can’t do it, got me out here lookin’ stupid (got me)
Tell the truth (tell me), you give it to him too easily (what the fuck)

[Chorus]
Try to drink away the misery, too drunk too angry
Gotta come clean to figure it out, she cheated (gotta, I know it)
Too drunk too angry, girl that’s just fucked up I can’t believe it
Think you can lie, you gotta pick a side, him or me
Who do you love? Him or me? gotta be, him him him or me?
Better pick the right one, she cheated, him or me?
Who do you love? she cheated, gotta be me, I know it, better pick the right one
Girl that shit fucked up I can’t believe it, him him or me

[Verse 2]
When you played with my heart I heard a melody
Right now I ain’t see, cause I tryna find the pieces
Everything you said I did, you did to me
With this other guy, no-oh
You know he don’t got you like I do (he don’t, he don’t)
Don’t refuse, this gift I got for you
Deep down you know I
Guess I didn’t give you enough attention (no)
Guess I ain’t talked you enough into your business
Don’t even lie we talked about children
You said you weren’t ready
And I’m too crazy to have kids
She said I should live in the moment
Told me don’t put too much on it, told me don’t put too much on it

[Chorus]
Your phone stay on vibrate, what if i? No, no
Too drunk too angry, gotta come clean to figure it out, oh, oh
She cheated, you’re cheating on me, I know it
Too drunk, too angry (too drunk)
Girl that shit fucked up I can’t believe it (can’t believe it, baby)
Think you can lie? You gotta pick a side, him or me? (If its him or me, who do you love?)
Him or me? him him him or me? (ooh, gotta be)
Better pick the right one, she cheated, him or me (you cheated, who do you love?)
She cheated, gotta be, i know it, better pick the right one
Girl that shit fucked up I can’t believe it, him him him or me

Pasxalis Terzis – Άστατος

Στο ‘χω πει και θα στο πω και άλλες δέκα:
δεν υπήρξα εγώ πιστός σε μια γυναίκα.
Δίχως παρεξήγηση
σου ’χω κάνει εξήγηση,
έτσι συνεχίζουμε
ή αλλιώς χωρίζουμε.

Είμαι άστατος πολύ
κι όπου θέλω θα πηγαίνω.
Μην κολλάς σ’ ένα φιλί,
σε μια αγάπη εγώ δε μένω.

Είμαι άστατος πολύ,
από δω κι εκεί γυρνάω.
Μην κολλάς σ’ ένα φιλί
γιατί εύκολα ξεχνάω.

Η καρδιά μου μόνο μια δεν αγαπάει,
άμα θέλεις μείνε εδώ και όσο πάει.
Μ’ άρεσες και σ’ άρεσα
μα στο ξεκαθάρισα,
ζεις με ό,τι νιώσαμε
ή αλλιώς τελειώσαμε.

New Radicals – You Get What You Give

Uh

Ooh

What, what, what, what
1, 2
1, 2, 3, ooh

Wake up, kids, we got the dreamers’ disease
Age 14, they got you down on your knees
So polite, we’re busy still saying please

Frienemies, who, when you’re down, ain’t your friend
Every night we smash a Mercedes-Benz
First we run, and then we laugh till we cry

But when the night is falling
You cannot find the light (Light)
You feel your dreams are dying
Hold tight

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

I’m comin’ home, baby
You’re the tops
Give it to me now

Four A.M., we ran the Miracle Mile
We’re flat broke, but, hey, we do it in style
The bad rich, God’s flying in for your trial
Ha-ha-ha

But when the night is falling
You cannot find a friend (Friend)
You feel your tree is breaking
Just bend

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

Ow

This whole damn world can fall apart
You’ll be okay, follow your heart
You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind
Now say you’re mine

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give
(Don’t let go)
I feel the music in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fly high
What’s real can’t die

You only get what you give
You’re gonna get what you give
(Don’t give up)
Just don’t be afraid to leave

Health insurance ripoff lying
FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they’re multiplying
Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You’re all fakes, run to your mansions
Come around, we’ll kick your ass in

(Don’t let go)
(One dance left)
(Don’t give up)
(Can’t forget)
(Don’t let go)

Alice In Chains – Man In The Box

I’m the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won’t you come and save me
Save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

I’m the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won’t you come and save me
Save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

Clipse – Daytona 500 Lyrics

[Intro: Sandman]
One two, y’all
One two, y’all
One two, y’all
Yeah, Cannooon (Dig it)

[Verse One: Sandman]
Am I ever so ready?
Flow heavy, gon’ break the Richter scale
We up, Re-Up, got that in, raw and thin
Underground, bin by bin and in tin by tin

[Verse Two: Pusha T]
Turned will into drive to win, into the wheel
That the driver’s in, speed cracker, pink neck
Like lobster skin, open the door
The R-E-U-P emerges, the royal four

[Verse Three: Ab-Liva]
Crown prince, head wizard to the oils of ore [?]
Became accustomed to the spoils of war
Blue light special, cop for the low-low
Customary top is a no-no, Medina hot-stepping on Manolos

[Verse Four: Malice]
If you ain’t got mojo with oatmeal interior
The rarest of diamonds, mined in Nigeria
The fairest of them all, you can ask the mirror
Driver’s side of that GT, it couldn’t be clearer

[Verse Five: Sandman]
Haters, don’t hear ‘em, cross me, won’t spare ‘em
Shots tear ‘em apart, the pallbearer
Wakes, et cetera, cape, irregular, fate
Competitors face berettas, tryna stay ahead of us

[Verse Six: Pusha T]
Platinum bezel and band, man, that’s just the regulars
Just another reason to make them hoes treasure us
Admiring the splendor, scared ‘cause she remember
How a dope dealer had ruined the life of Kemba

[Verse Seven: Ab-Liva]
I was on with a blender and I was gone ’til November
And I was torn but I render, ’cause I was lured by the tender
The money, the cars, the fame, the bitches, the name
The glistening chain, the wrist blitzing the game, I’m frostbit

[Verse Eight: Malice]
Like it ain’t cost shit, you see what’s on the wrist
Put it to your ear, nigga, you don’t hear it tick
All you hear is *click* fucking with the clique
Like the Louie chess board, re-up is the court shit

[Verse Nine: Sandman]
Man, fuck that horseshit, the hardships, I been through ‘em
Brazilians and Benzes, I spend through ‘em
Chameleon, I blend in as hog shit
Black Card shit, pussy, that’s that bomb shit

[Verse Ten: Pusha T]
Pour Cris down her throat ’til the whore sick
Yellow rappers hit the floor, give ‘em jaundice
The fondest flows, an arm that glows
Four niggas in a row, ’86, pompous pose

[Verse Eleven: Ab-Liva]
Street-smart savvy, no conscious flows
I sell shit, nigga, to taunt your nose, the man, the music
The making, the king, the crown, the heir
My spot is sewed, take my place, nigga, ‘pon the throne

[Verse Twelve: Malice]
The game has grown, the charters have flown
South Beach Miami, where we toast Patron
The home with the statue, etched marble stone
Ship kis to the states via Boca Raton

Chevy Woods – Joint & a lighter Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa:
Well you know baby, it seems like things will never change
They still hate the player, and never hate the game

Chevy Woods:
You set my soul, on fire
We go together like a joint & a lighter
You get me so, inspired
I think I’m falling for you girl and I like it

Chevy Woods & Wiz Khalifa:
Roll one(roll one)
Smoke one(smoke one)
I won’t tell(I won’t tell)
No one(no one)

And I know you won’t either(either)
But mama you a keeper(keeper)
You be on call every time a nigga need ya(need ya)
Ya know I get excited every time I get excited(excited)
Front backside till you say you wanna ride it(ride it)

Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods:
Uh, like one two, one two
Everything will be the same when Khalifa come through(oh my soul)
You a freak? Me too
And we keep it on the low, they don’t know what we do(fire)
Let em talk that’s cool
Ima put you in the car and Ima drop that roof(oh my soul)
They try to copy our moves, but everytime you get around me girl you know that..

Chevy Woods & Wiz Khalifa:
You set my soul, on fire
We go together like a joint & a lighter
You get me so, inspired
I think I’m falling for you girl and I like it

Roll one(roll one)
Smoke one(smoke one)
I won’t tell(I won’t tell)
No one(no one)

Chevy Woods:
Put it all on the line
Girl I don’t wanna waste your time
Let me ease my mind
Girl I just rolled a joint you can light

Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods:
Uh, like one two, one two
Please don’t bring your girlfriend when you come through(oh my soul)
You know how we do
I’m with chev, if you bad you can meet the crew(fire)
Like one two, one two
If ya girl smoke weed, they can roll one too(oh my soul)
When I don’t see you baby, I be mad as hell
Roll with a G, girl you might as well

Chevy Woods:
You set my soul, on fire
We go together like a joint & a lighter
You get me so, inspired
I think I’m falling for you girl and I like it

I don’t wanna be a player
Baby I want you