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Don Q – Oh You The Plug (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, plug
Yeah, yeah, kill ’em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I keep a shooter
They think I’m paranoid
I’m all alone and I’m high off these meds
And I think I’m hearin’ noises
I tripped off the lean, I’m back on the Henny
And I’m at it again
I bag up the Benz, I’m down on my pills
I’m back on them 10s
Lemme take ’em to the dark side
Bustin’ sales by the park slide
You see friends on the deep end
Just know you swimmin’ where the sharks ride
Same hoes wouldn’t look
They comment under my picture with heart eyes
I leap in the ‘rari with frog eyes
Press the button then the doors rise
My caliber different
I’m freakin’ in Neimans, they thought that I had an addiction
This clarity hittin’
The faster the cars, the badder the women
I’m not a regular nigga
I kick bitches out just like a defense
I put some bread on a nigga
Send him to God and askin’ forgiveness
I am ahead of you niggas
I know that you plannin’ on catchin’ me slippin’
I post by the store, they had my description
Note on the door, I had the eviction
Back seat of the Rolls parked
That’s where swear nigga, he ain’t ghost talk
Cold heart and it’s so dark
Get your wife, took around those parts

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Pay your lawyer just to beat the charges
Did a lot and I believe in karma
Eyes open, I can see the plotters
Supply the dealers and I feed the robbers
Read hatred from your body language
And it speakin’ so fluently
Two blocks like it’s two of me
I ain’t givin’ out opportunities
We packed Tonys in the lot
We hit the club through the back ’cause it’s protocol
Jack boys in the spot
You can’t get in with the strap, what you goin’ for?
When I ace up the light, it be goin’ off
I’m livin’ life, I ain’t showin’ off
I’m crusin’ dolos and he think I’m lackin’
But the shooters behind me can throw him off
These niggas I trusted
Hit movers so different so I started makin’ adjustments
Choppers all over the crib
This for the niggas just waitin’ to rush it
It is no tellin’ or what
You can get murdered for makin’ assumptions
I fell in love with the rush
I put a Perc’ in the eight and I crushed it
I’m a fast addict
I gotta go get the bag habit
I keep them stacks stackin’
You at home prayin’ your stash lastin’
And I can really go see the man
Take a trip and gon’ leave with grams
Come back home with a trap phone
And the kill 10 on the Peter Pan

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah

Don Q – Chosen One (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy

[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one

[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

Don Q – Chasing These Bands (feat. Pnb Rock & Fabolous) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro: Don Q & PnB Rock]
Don
Yeah
PnB wusgood?
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Philly, NY

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Yeah, fuck you, I don’t need new friends
Just me and my gang ’til the end
No I’m not chasing no trends
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
Catch me a lick on the scam
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
I’m too busy chasing these bands

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Hit the bank and take cash out it
I don’t come if I can’t get stacks out it
I used to hustle out of trap houses
Now we live good and just rap ’bout it
Like a Nascar, when I’m back out it
I drop the top and I take the back out it
We never fight over hoes, no
We fuck ’em pass’ em then we laugh ’bout it
Wait, they try to come for the king, nigga the fuck do you mean?
Fell asleep soakin’ a bean and this stupid bitch drunk all my lean
Hundred bitches for a sleepover
Codeine soda, top lean over
Nigga, I just can’t sleep sober
Ten pints before the week over
Like damn, new niggas they was never around
I know that papa will be very proud
Smoking cigars with Kevin Liles
Fuck is you niggas gon’ tell me now?
I be with the demons
I whip the beamer where I’m sippin’ steam
And all these diamonds make me feel conceited
If I tuck my chain, bet you still could see it
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
Just me and my gang ’til the end
No I’m not chasing no trends
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
Catch me a lick on the scam
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb
I’m too busy chasing these bands

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Bounty hunter for the bands
I found another hundred bands (got it)
I might of lost of couple friends (fuck it)
But I found a bunch of rubber bands (yup)
I see you haters throwing jabs
I’m counting punches with the bands
I caught the wave for the money
Cowabunga with the bands
Oh, oh, count the money while I dance
Bust it, bust it, now she my number one fan
I found her thumbing through the ‘gram
Now we stuntin’ in the Lamb
The pound underneath the pan
Sound like thunder with it blams
Don’t make me go Westbrook
You got zero on me like Westbrook
All three of y’all is a dub now
That’s a triple double like Westbrook
That mean mug you rockin really just a I’m broke and I’m stressed look
I leveled up so my ice grill is just how the Rolex look
Let’s get it!

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends (yeah!)
Just me and my gang ’til the end (yeah!)
No I’m not chasing no trends (yeah!)
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb (yeah!)
Catch me a lick on the scam
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
I’m too busy chasing these bands
Fuck you, I don’t need new friends
I’m tryna whip me a Benz
Re-up and cop me a Lamb (yeah!)
I’m too busy chasing these bands (yeah!)

Don Q – Don Vito (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
You know what it is nigga, Highbridge shit
Bitch they called me Don Vito

[Verse 1]
They call me Hollywood, I ain’t really with the gimmicks
Yeah, I’m 100 ’til they end me
.38 ain’t say a word but they hit them with a sentence
Damn, I’m just praying they appeal ’em
I get it from the designer, you ain’t finding what I’m wearing
My lil’ bitch don’t play with cheques and she FaceTime me when it’s clearing
Motherfucker, all aside I’ma yell it to ’til they hear it
When we catch them we gon’ air them
Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no sparing
Hol’ up nigga, hol’ up, hol’ up, now wait a minute
You want me at the club you gotta pay for my appearance
You wanna say what’s up, well take a picture, nigga stop the staring
Homie, please don’t make me nervous we ain’t peeking with the [?]
Rose bottles, we just pass them to the thotties, let them share it
She said she like the Highbridge piece, she wanna fuck me while I wear it
I’ve got diamonds dripping off me, watch your step when you come near it
I’ma leave the club with two and then pull off in the McLaren
Don Vito, bitch

[Bridge]
They call me Don Vito, they call me Don Vito
They call me Don Vito, bitch

[Verse 2]
For the record, it’s a half a key to get me on the record
You ain’t got it? Don’t be tryna bargain with me, just respect it
I tell bitches if you wanna party with me, just get naked
I ain’t got no time for leeching groupie bitches in my section
Fuck her two or three times then I turn her to a runner
You ain’t tryna help me play up in the field, I gotta punt her
I’m a get it type of nigga, keep a mindset of a hustler
Told her 19 that we made it, they still looking at them numbers
Wide body what I’m floating in, Louis Vuitton loafers in
No tints so they know it’s him, how ’bout taking your hoe again
Yeah, we throwing funeral parties and I’m promoting it
I just boiled the water and let the coke soak in it
I be heavy weeded, barely leather seated
And I’m Fendi head to feeted
I’m the one they kept a secret
Niggas telling him I’ve seen it
From felons to misdemeanors
Your homie is the reason they sending you that subpoena
Yeah, you tryna hold it in but how the fuck how you suposed to win
If they take the DA word, they gon’ give you over ten
First, you find her to close to kin
Then you put a hole in him
Execution style, I bet she never go to court again

Don Q – Protect Ur Patek (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that

[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah

[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now?
And before we was sharing a plate?

[Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity

[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders

[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

Don Q – I Told You (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Bridge: Don Q]
You shoulda just listen, I told you
You left me on scene when I wrote you
Bitch you gon’ make me expose you
Don’t front on a nigga that know you
You doubted me from the beginning, so I had to really go get it and show you
It’s deeper than music, you really didn’t think I would do it back when I was local

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
Look at your face now you regret it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I know you hated how I never sweated you
I came up in a second
Jumpman on me they couldn’t check ’em
Hypeman on the stage with the weapon
100 thousand worth of Louie and credit
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I got a bunch of diamonds on my necklace
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be with me just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained upI choose bitches
I get them and pile ’em up

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
All my niggas want the same shit
That’s what they who I came with
If I tell you how my day went, your probably change who you hang with
I like money conversations, nothing else really makes sense
I like money conversations, let’s go and rob a bank then
Let’s go and rob a bank, my money no limit I might go and buy a tank
Hop out in designer minks, my pinky ring went bigger than Shabba Ranks
All of the dirt we was doin’, the work we was movin’
Like what would my mama think
If she had seen all that left over residue stuck on the plate that’s behind the safe
Now I give a fuck what your honor think
I walk in the court with a pint of drank
To pay your ticket on some petty shit
250 in cash on some Fetty shit
Now where was you when I had hunger pain’s
Because of fame or love has changed
I’m twisted, I’m sippin’ on muddy rain
Got me takin’ any drugs to numb the pain

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
Look at your face now you regret it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I know you hated how I never sweated you
I came up in a second
Jumpman on me they couldn’t check ’em
Hypeman on the stage with the weapon
100 thousand worth of Louie and credit
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I got a bunch of diamonds on my necklace
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be when was just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained up
I choose bitches I get them and pile ’em up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Can’t waste no time with these hoes nowadays
‘Cause they always comin’ with they hand out
I asked for the number, you curve me
But the bitch was quick to give her ‘Gram out
But you come to my section you drinkin’ my bottles and you was quick to pull your cam’ out
That’s why I’m quick to pull a Lamb out
Got ’em full, full of me ’cause I stand out
If it get cold it’s aight
You could get low and switch course on a flight, yeah, yeah
You turn a hoe into a wife, yeah, I turn away to a hoe for a night, yeah
Lil’ niggas got me started up, I promise they ain’t goin’ hard enough
You gon’ let me go load the Carbon up, these bullet holes in the party bus
Private jet me, I’m chartered up, choppas on me boy I’m Harley’d up
Couple thousands boy you hardly up, I could spend that when I go and hit Barney’s up
It takes a risk just to pay the rent, I could pay the stripper and then make it flip
Take a trip with no 8%, in my latest whip making haters sick
I jump in the Wraith and I make a wish, they squintin’ they eyes when I wave the wrist
My chain, and my ring, and my bracelet, so there ain’t no need for the flash when I take a pic
30 thousand keep the collar froze, gotta stay away from outta pocket hoes
They watchin’ and plottin’ on your pot of gold, I can’t even knock ’em, I know how it go

[Bridge: Don Q]
You shoulda just listen, I told you
You left me on seen when I wrote you
Bitch you gon’ make me expose you
Went from the nigga that know you
You doubted me from the beginning, so I had to really go get it and show you
It’s deeper than music, you really didn’t think I would do it back when I was local

[Hook 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be when was just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained up
I choose the bitches, I get them and pile ’em up

[Outro: Don Q]
You shoulda just listened, I told you

Don Q – Young Veterans (feat. Loso Loaded) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Back and forth cross state lines
And I’m ducking the troopers and K-9’s
I’ma whip the coupe like I’m James Bond
And I’m getting head at the same time
Popping bottles with the athletes
You can ask John Wall ’bout us nigga
Thumbing through it with the doors locked
Don’t interrupt me while I’m counting, nigga
I was in the trenches when they found a nigga
Now a nigga kitchen got a fountain, nigga
Yeah, we 5 deep when we hit the club
With a big 40 for the bouncer, nigga
I’m a different breed
All these hoes getting picked in threes
I’ma fuck em all before they get to leave
And its Christmas Eve when I lift the sleeve
I took a dose and I’m nodding off it
I’m high as fuck before the party started
She said the molly make her party harder
I took the ‘Rari and I Mardi Gras’d it
I ain’t lookin’ for a bitch to sponsor
I’m on a mission, I got shit to conquer
Too old for the costumes
So for Halloween, I was a Fendi monster
I bend the corner like I’m in the Tonka
And I’m gripping armor
‘Cause them niggas on us
And its in my blood, I got a pimp persona
You can hit the store, I just hit the owner (Yeah yeah!)
I’m just rollin’ on half a star
Same color as an avatar
Leaning, twisting up my last cigar
Speeding, praying I don’t crash the car

[Hook: Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty
Wake up right next to the semi
Loso Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from
Keep your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama calling me the one
I ain’t running outta funds
I’ma get the paper, stack it on you bums

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Two thou for the shoes now
That’s too much sauce
Gotta keep the tools ’round
When we move ’round
Can’t do no loss
I do it for all of my niggas that’s dead
And all of my goons up north
Percocets gettin’ chewed up
I got 2 cups and my jewels on frost
She call me Chubby Don
I walk in the house, she got nothing on
‘Bout to drown my neck out in Aviani
Next check, I’ma comeback and flood the arm
Niggas coming with their sob stories
Like "Don do you got a job for me?"
Man, coming up this shit was hard for me
Now they talking thousands when they call for me
I’m not impressed by your fit
I just checked out of fifth
And they asked what the shoes cost
I put Chanel on my bitch
And that’s red on her kick
Yea I’m speaking that Loub’ talk
We was running through the block working
Nigga I can, I can make the pot twerk
You can’t walk in the bando, bitch knock first
Keep a stash in the floor if the cops search

[Hook: Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty
Wake up right next to the semi
Loso Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from
Keep your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama calling me the one
I ain’t running outta funds
I’ma get the paper, stack it on you bums
Codeine my medicine
I get on that lean, pop a percocet
Oh yeah, I’m just striving for excellence
Young veterans stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up presidents

Don Q – #Freeda9 (feat. Rowdy Rebel) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
2014 Nigga my life done changed
Look at my city nigga, that shit on flames
Big up to Brooklyn nigga like shotta days
But everyday I’m with my ICM, sapase
Used to ride on them niggas block everyday
Tryna go rock, niggas tryna rock me
But how you gon’ stop a nigga that ain’t like me?
We still in cocky, get it with the posse
Calmly, shitting with the army
Tryna get in touch with my mommy
Just to see her sons living properly
I tell her, "me and Fetti good", thanks to Poplottie
No more bandos or public lobbies
It’s big house, big couch with a balcony
And I bet them hating niggas still doubting me
Shout out to Meek Milly, real OGs always look out for me

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Do you see my vision?
To the top we go, to the top of the ceiling
What about them buildings
No heat, no water, no toilet to shit in
So now when I get it, with me and my brother
Nigga we shitting
Kemar got a prison
Build pops a home, just to go chill in
What about my living?
Everyday with a Glock ’cause them niggas was killing
But I was commited
To all of my niggas so yeah I was with it
I was strapped with a glizzy
I mean strapped with a glizzy, looking for niggas
If I see him, I swish ’em
I’ll let Cueno go get em ’cause Cueno so with it
If he move, we blitz it
He ‘gon end up missing
My niggas so different
Better mind your business
Don’t start no shit, if you ain’t ‘gon finish
Bet it hurt your feelings
‘Cause the day you lack, my niggas is killing
When I get that million
Take care of the killers, the hood and the children

[Bridge: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this shit for the ghetto nigga
For my block, for my hood, for my gang, for my niggas, for all my fallen soldiers
RIP all my felons, free the felons
I do it for the real
GS9, we too 9
Ain’t no chill button
I come from the 9 hoe

[Verse 3: Don Q]
I’m the crack when the coke cook
I’m the dope that the boat pushed
Google me nigga, just go look
Who are these niggas? They so shooked
I got a bag, I pile up the stash of hundreds
That shit about 4 foot
Nigga that’s a C-note book
My chain hot, Kilo look
Just say a prayer if you care for me
‘Cause I remember who was there for me
I’m famous so I move carefully
I’m taking drugs for the therapy
It’s only one
It’s not a pair in me
I don’t know why they comparing me
I am the one
Look how they staring me
Wishing that they can get near to me
I keep a gun
It ain’t no fear in me
Nigga this must be a parody
My chain is a ton
All of this clarity
Raising my funds like a charity
My dog on the run
It is not fair to me
He said them folks tryna bury me
He just had a son but apparently
We never speak on the phone cause they hearing me
It’s clear to me
That I’m the nigga that the streets praise
Catch a charge then I leave state
I got killers waiting on release dates
Put in work nigga each day
And it’s overnight
I don’t sleep late
I’m in the alley with the free base
For the niggas tryna get they weed laced
Philippé plates when I eat steak
Remember I couldn’t afford it
The rent due and we couldn’t ignore it
Furniture put in the storage
I throw your bitch in the whip and I floor it
Shades? I Christian Dior it
She was just under my pics and he saw it
Then he went tryna report it
Gotta watch who you trust nigga
Nowadays it’ll be the close ones
Shit changed when the folks come
They gone tell em all about your coke run
Pay attention, gotta see the signs
Gotta read in between the lines
Certain things you gotta keep in mind
Real nigga, free the 9

[Interlude: Don Q]
Yeah, came in from nothing nigga
I know how it feel to take loses
Put your niggas in position to make bosses
I took over the streets single-handedly nigga
You gotta respect that
I put my hood on my back first nigga
Yeah, free GS9 nigga
Free all my niggas locked down
I ain’t forget about none of y’all, gang

Don Q – 100 Mil (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Hook:Don Q]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 1: Don Q]

I cannot fuck with you internet hoes, you way too messy now
I cannot fuck with you regular hoes, I’m way too picky now
I’m signing my name on her titties
I’m back stage next to Diddy now
With a semi that’s known to defend me
Cause they wanna end me and send me down
I came in the game with all heat
Next tape going all street
In BK like 4 deep
Them bitches been showing me groupie love all week
Three lines help me sleep fine, ride shotgun then I recline
Money coming and I need mine
They gon air the block & then rewind… like WAIT
Lil boys should be ashamed
Ashes falling on the mains’
Remember starving on the train
Now I’m drinking Barney on a plane
Beware of the dealer , car full of paraphernalia
I pray to the man in the mirror
I am a god, I can’t be scared of these niggas
I shook the hands of a killer
Niggas silly they just rap hard
Treat the gifty like a black card
Treat this city like my backyard
Tried to hit me with a crack charge
It’s a product cause they criticize it
But they go home and then they memorize it
Hit the road I had to enterprise it
One goal I need a hundred thousand

[Hook x2]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 2: Don Q]

I tell you my zone real
I got homies comin home still
Got young niggas letting chrome peel
And they’ll kill a nigga for his phone bill
Niggas is praying I die sooner
But I’m still in tune with the pie movers
Dealing weight since they was high schoolers
On the interstate tryna dodge troopers
I pray for a lick, it finally came
I’m thankin the trap lord
He got my jewelry on Jack Frost
I’m just securing the bag more
Look … the students is copping it
I’m bringing them pills on a college trip
Ice on my neck Ima show it off
It’s a waterfall when the collar drip
I’m from a block where they powder pitch
But outta town really got em’ rich
Got some shit on my shopping list
Ima go cop it right when I deposit it
Louis Vuitton, I’m truly the Don
They give me champagne when I step in it
I’m buying what’s left in it
They calling me back with a next shipment
I go to the club with bottles and ones and I leave a mess in it
I see what these bitches’ll do for a dollar and I got obsessed with it
I pop me a perc and I jump in that pussy
She think I’m possessed in it
I’m right out the door the next minute
I’m back on the road I got checks pending

[Hook x2]
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

Don Q – Thank God (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse]
I just wanna thank god
Through the good and the bad
Come take a look at my past
I couldn’t have passed with all these crooks in my class
Gotta roll with the punches
Talking hooks and the jabs
I couldn’t be last
Road to riches
My foot on the gas
They making more statements
Once you in the law station
My thoughts tainted
I could feel them at the door waiting
This a cold day in hell
If I run across Satan
Got me praying to the lord
With my diamond cross hanging
Get killed for a short payment
These niggas reckless and devious
Clear the scene
Post up your body and make a meme of it
I dreamed about success
And I made a couple promises
Get the bag and never look back
That shit was obvious
You stay, they say you dumb
Leave out, they say you hiding
50 left Queens
Stacks stayed, and they bodied him
Mace left Harlem
Al stayed and they bodied him
Niggas getting Shmurders but look what they did to Bob and them
I speak to Rowdy time to time
He in good spirits
We got a classic for y’all
Wait until the hood hear it
I couldn’t steer it
I’m watching my man cook up a hard piece
I’m taking notes
Tryna steal his whip, like a car thief
You frauds sweet
Keep your advice
I’ll never use it
My homie said
He just wanna aim at your head and shoot it
He waiting for the word
I’m bout to just tell him do it
I ain’t petty
I’ll make sure the caste get theraputed
‘Cause opportunity didn’t knock
I picked the lock
Tornado gun
I could spin your block
When I spin your block
I sell chicken in Hell’s Kitchen
It’s well written
You either gon’ be a dead victim or jail sentence
Shells spitting
Fuck rain, I let hail hit ’em
He survive
Treat him like a dog
If he tell clip him
The shit that I’m rhyming is deep
You see how I vibe to the beat
When Pop died, I was weak
For nights that I cried in my sleep
There was thoughts in my head
Like damn homie how could this be?
Went from starter on the team
Now you just outta the league
Damn, and now you just outta the league
And just for you I keep a trophy
The rock on the sleeve

Don Q – Corner Stories (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Interview]
[?] :There’s certain tapes that really take shit to another level for an artist
With 50 it was 50 Cent was the Future
When it was Wiz Khalifa it was Kush & Orange Juice
You know, Drake it was obviously So Far Gone
J. Cole, The Come Up
Does this feel like one of those for you?

[Intro]
(D-Lo on the beat)
Yeah
Don
Corner stories nigga
Takin’ niggas to the corner for real nigga
For real, for real
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa

[Verse]
I pull up on bitches that fronted when we ain’t had nothin’
My nigga we came here from nothin’
Niggas just makin’ assumptions
We faithfully pumpin’
I woke up and shaved me an onion
I put my hood on the map
They talkin’ that talk
But they ain’t put they foot in the trap
I put down that pack
Man, I couldn’t relax
Perfected my craft
Now look where I’m at
I’m not forgettin’ it
Pourin’ and sippin’ it
Me and you, we not equivalent
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m [?] it
Water I’m drippin’ it
Avianne got me drenched in it
Yeah
I’m Perk poppin’, Louis shirt rockin
The work pop, I take her purse shoppin’
I put Céline on my main bitch
Channel for my second and third options
I’m frontin’ in Fendi
I’m back off the bubble
Them racks in the duffle
I keep it stuffed
My neighbors is bitchin’
I’m plannin’ on buyin’ a crib
On a lake when the lease is up
The money callin’ and I keep in touch
If it ain’t blind you
You ain’t see enough
I’m callin’ Jordan when I’m re-in’ up
I got a shipment comin’ if my [sneakers scuffed]
They know me for pourin’ two liters up
Straight out the bottle
You know I don’t need a cup
10,000 to brighten the pinkie up
I could’a put that on a Kia truck
I’d rather stack it till I’m in the Aston
With the system blastin’ while I’m whippin’ past ’em
Woods burnin’ like I’m in the cabin
Expensive fashion when the pictures snappin’
I go to Atlanta I’m hittin’ them firest bitches
Give Xans and them Mollies to biches
Percs and the Roxies we fuck on a lot of prescriptions
‘Cause you treat ’em like Hollywood bitches
Slide in your DM, but I don’t be followin’ bitches
I just had to block a few bitches
See ’em in public I’m duckin’ and dodgin’
I can’t even say I acknowledge you bitches
Whoa

[Interview]
[?] :Yeah man, Don
You know, I.. I.. I appreciate… For me, as a journalist
There’s no better time for an artist. This is most exciting time
As an artist. These are always my favorite interviews because it’s like…
Don Q: These are special moments right here
[?]: Yeah, you got that glow man, definitely, the.. the… It’s there in Corner Stories. I think… it’s gonna cement it man. So I’m just happy to be a part of it
Don Q: Yeah man. I’m happy to have you a part of it man
[?]: My man though!
Don Q: Corner Stories

Lance Skiiiwalker – Where To With You

[Part 1]
[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
So where do I go
To keep my face being shown
Enjoy my space from this world
Invest my hours at home

[Verse 1: Lance Skiiiwalker]
He’s just a runaway
Like mentally
I seek my truth with inside
No need for me, hang out in (?)
With this industry
I got myself to confide

[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
So where do I go
To keep my face being shown
Enjoy my space from this world
Invest my hours at home

[Part 2]
[Skit]
"I’ve missed you Mary"
"Who me? Awwwwwwww"

[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
You make me want to share life’s point of view
Forever, with you
Something I’m (?)
Forever with you, I do
I’m fighting when we spending long time away
Forever with you
You drop here right when I just want you to
Forever with you
For you
I do

[Verse 1: Lance Skiiiwalker]
It’s physical you touch this one
This miracle a road and one
Reach in my corner pocket (I got cash)
The corner store
Then we drive as the day goes
Crack the window, let the smoke blow
Fill up the gas we stockin’
[?]
Then we drive as the day goes
Smoke a little, let the smoke blow

[Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker]
You make me want to share life’s point of view
Forever, with you
Something I’m (?)
Forever with you, I do
I’m fighting when we spending long time away
Forever with you
You drop here right when I just want you to
Forever with you
For you
I do

[Verse 2: Lance Skiiiwalker]
Fill up the gas we stockin’
[?]
Then we drive as the day goes
Crack the window, let the smoke blow
Reach in my corner pocket
And roll up another smoke
While we drive as the day goes
Smoke a little let the stress go

Cum o dai – Laola featuring Aspy versuri

Versuri Laola – Cum o dai

Universul a adunat pe strada asta multe fete,
Dar ale mele au alura de vedete, fete destepte, cele mai fete…
Stam chill pe-afara, barfim baietii aia cool de stau la scara
Suntem in film chiar daca e iarna-vara,
Animale pradatoare cu instincte primare.(cum o dai)

Cum o dai, cum o dai, vezi ai grija cum o dai,
Cum o arzi, unde ieși, cu cine stai,
Cum o daaai, cum o daaai, cum-cum o daaai,
Multimea e atenta,
Versuri-lyrics.info
Noaptea sau ziua nu punem piua,
Paseaz-o la stanga,
Cum o daaai, cum o daaai, cum-cum o daaai…

Cum o dau, cum o dau, n-am mult timp, nu pot sa stau
Umblu dupa tine ca tu-mi dai mereu ce vreau
Si ma faci mereu atent, mama cand esti langa mine timpul trece mai incet,
Zic gata, nu te mai gandi prea mult ca pleaca fata,
Nu te mai grabi prea mult sa fugi la alta,
Haide vino langa mine, da
Cum o dau cum o daaai, impreuna dam mai bine.

Cum o arzi, unde iesi, cu cine stai,
Noaptea sau ziua nu punem piua,

Facem mereu ce vrem, facem ce stim mai bine,
Noi nu ne oprim, vedem ce va fi maine
Facem mereu ce vrem, facem ce stim mai bine,
Noi nu ne oprim, vedem ce va fi maine.

Haide mami vino langa mine
Ce-mi pui tu pe tava ma hraneste cel mai bineee.
Versuri Laola
Video dai

In mijn bloed – Roxeanne Hazes songteksten

Songteksten Roxeanne Hazes – In mijn bloed

Ik gokte zonder reden
Maar jouw hart is geen casino, baby
Ik ben het al vergeten
Kom me halen in die limo, baby.(in mijn bloed)

Ooh, ik was .. dronken
Ik weet niet wat ik dacht
Toen ik sliep bij hem die nacht
Ooh, hij was echt niet zo bijzonder
Het is zo f*cking fout
Versuri-lyrics.info
Schat, vergeef me.

Want je zit in m’n bloed
Liefde is bitterzoet
Ja, je zit in m’n bloed
En je zit daarvoor goed.

Je mag me duwen, mag me slaan
En op mijn hart gaan staan
Ik wil je terug, jij mag alles
Alles van me maar je mag niet gaan
Lieve schat, als ik kon, ja, dan ging ik terug
‘t Was niet mij, niet Roxeanne, ja, het ging zo vlug.

Ooh, ik wil terug naar waar we waren
Als je mij kan vergeven
Doe ik alles voor ons twee
Ooh, je mag alles van me vragen
Ik ging ook veel te ver
Voorlopig slaap ik weer alleen.

Want je zit in m’n bloed
Liefde is bitterzoet
Ja, je zit in m’n bloed
En je zit daarvoor goed
Want als ik bij jou ben
En niet meer mezelf ken
Dan komt vanzelf alles goed
Want je zit in m’n bloeddd.
Roxeanne Hazes songteksten
Video bloed

IWNR – Capital Bra feat. Magnis songtexte

Songtexte Capital Bra – IWNR

Eine neue schone rap Lied aus dem rapper Magnis feat. Capital BRA – IWNR

Videoproduktion: Pretty Dirty
Beatproduktion: Saven Musiq
Label, Management, Booking & Interviewanfragen
Capital Bra songtexte
Video Magnis

Komm in meine hood rein – Eko Fresh songtexte

Songtexte Eko Fresh – Komm in meine hood rein

Komm in meine Hood rein, spucken yellow in den Aufzug
Jeder von den Kanaks, die ich kenne, hat im Bauch Wut
Araba ist neu, wenn du Ellenbogen raus tust
Und immer bei Zahm’n machst du Welle, denn du brauchst Flouz
Glaubst du, dass dein Leben schon kaputt sei?
Dann komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine Hood rein
Wo der Tod hier geweiht ist, hier sind manche Großmütter dreißig
Fast jeder wird gesucht, irgendwo Polizeilicht
Und dem Sohn ist es peinlich, weil die Wohnung zu klein ist
Wenn er Homies vorbei bringt, hat er kein Selbstbewusstsein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine Hood rein
Wo du ohne Ballermann nicht raus gehst, für manche ist Alkohol der Ausweg
Wo du deiner Mama etwas Para auf die Couch legst
Aber auch schämst, weil du nur von Harām in dem Bauch lebst.

Weißt du jetzt, warum wir dicke Autos fahr’n
Und wir keine Zeit haben, für ein Haus zu spar’n?
Eingesperrt in ‘nem Kasten aus Beton
Wir sind, wie wir sind – das habt ihr jetzt davon
Weißt du jetzt, wir greifen nach dem schnellen Geld
Denn wir sind gebor’n in einer kriminellen Welt
Hier wirst du immer unter Druck sein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, ahhh.

Immer, wenn es regnet, muss ich daran denken
Wie wir uns begegnet sind, ich kann es nicht vergessen
Und dann stand er da und sah mich an
Ich sagte, .. und er verschwand
Tochter sucht ihren Frieden draußen
Weil Vater bringt Feuer anstatt Blumen mit nach Hause
Und du sagst, ich mach’ Batzen jetzt für Mama?
Doch eine Mutter interessiert sich nicht für Para
Also Kul charra, ich bin wie Magic, du ein Fredo
Wir sind auf Loyale-Trip und ihr auf Ego
[Üff?] läuft, du stapelst dein Geld wie Lego?
Bei ihm läuft auch, aber leider nur die Chemo
Ihr verehrt Scarface wegen dem Kokain
Ich feier’ ihn, er riskierte sein Leben, denn er war kinderlieb
Mein Ziel ist Paradies, lass mal dein Beef-Mief
Du redest viel, aber bist nicht der schießt.

Weißt du jetzt, warum wir dicke Autos fahr’n
Und wir keine Zeit haben, für ein Haus zu spar’n?
Eingesperrt in ‘nem Kasten aus Beton
Wir sind, wie wir sind – das habt ihr jetzt davon
Weißt du jetzt, wir greifen nach dem schnellen Geld
Denn wir sind gebor’n in einer kriminellen Welt
Hier wirst du immer unter Druck sein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, ah.

Oh-oh, Seafood, Tanaka, Fujitora
Purple Tiger, Blue-Red-Onigawara
Dreimal Herzinfarkt, krank ist Baba
Iron Monkey, Tarzan, call me, Nokia Banana
Alle Freunde sind tot, alle pushen Haze groß
Alle haben Geldnot, Aggression, Depression
Ja, ich bin Pislik-Ticker
Versuri-lyrics.info
Gringos bleiben Trickdiebräuber
Spielsuchtdrama, ..
Bringt Heroinkoffer zu Käufer
.., hoppala, Luzifer
Headshot, oh-oh, Gringo – Devilmörder
Null-drei-null, John Wick, ..
Yamaguchi, Gummi, Yakuza, SLS-Gang.

Weißt du jetzt, warum wir dicke Autos fahr’n
Und wir keine Zeit haben, für ein Haus zu spar’n?
Eingesperrt in ‘nem Kasten aus Beton
Wir sind, wie wir sind – das habt ihr jetzt davon
Weißt du jetzt, wir greifen nach dem schnellen Geld
Denn wir sind gebor’n in einer kriminellen Welt
Hier wirst du immer unter Druck sein
Komm in meine, komm in meine, komm in meine, ahhh.
Eko Fresh songtexte
Video rein

Awful things – Lil Peep feat. Lil Tracy lyrics

Lyrics Lil Peep – Awful things

Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you.

Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you move that on me
Love it when you do that on me.

You lack attention, I find it obvious
She makes it obvious for me
She feels the tension
It’s just the two of us, it’s just the two of us tonight
Burn me down ’til I’m nothing but memories
I get it, girl (I get it, girl)
I get it, girl versuri-lyrics.info
Burn me down ’til I’m nothing but memories
I get it, girl (I get it, girl)
I’m not the one.

Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you move that on me
Love it when you do that on me.

Don’t you turn your back on me
Let your teardrops fall on me
Speeding away, the city in the rear view
Heart racing whenever I’m near you
Goth boy jumping on stage
Carry me away, carry me away
Burn me down ’til there’s nothing left
I will scream your name with my last breath
Take off your favorite dress
Lay your head on my chest
Diamonds, rubys and gems
You can have all of them.

Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when move that on me
Love it when you do that on meee.
LiL Peep lyrics
Video things

I get the bag – Gucci Mane feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – I get the bag

Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek.

Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that f*cks in the bed don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
B***h I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my b***h she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break in the ..
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a ..
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
f*ck on that b***h then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
.. 20 m’s on my schedule.

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!) versuri-lyrics.info
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek.

I know that you niggas get sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and ride to ..
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay you nigga to drive for me.
..
I do what I want ‘cause I’m ..
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag and cut it in half
.. makin’ me laugh neither we’ve
My dick did the cash
Convertible .., convertible ..
My dope got a vertical .. look at that house
And I jump out the pot came out the jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby.

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleekkk.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video bag

Younger now – Miley Cyrus lyrics

Lyrics Miley Cyrus – Younger now

Feels like I just woke up
Like all this time I’ve been asleep
Even though it’s not who I am
I’m not afraid of who I used to be.
No one stays the same
You know what goes up must come down
Change is a thing you can count on
I feel so much younger now.

Feels like I’ve been living in a dream
But never make it to the end
My eyes open when they feel the light
It’s always right before I’m about to scream.

No one stays the same
You know what goes up must come down
Change is a thing you can count on
Versuri-lyrics.info
I feel so much younger now.

What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down.

No one stays the same
You know what goes comes back around
Change is a thing you can count on
I feel so much younger nooow
I feel so much younger nooow
I feel so much younger nowww.
MIley Cyrus lyrics
Video now

Hard feelings / loveless – Lorde lyrics

Lyrics Lorde – Hard feelings

Please could you be tender
And I will sit close to you
Let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through
Guess this is the winter
Our bodies are young and blue
I’m at Jungle City, it’s late and this song is for you.(hard feelings)

Cause I remember the rush, when forever was us
Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust
Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost
Well I guess I should go
Yeah I guess I should go.

Hard feelings
These are what they call hard feelings of love
When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold
Alone with the hard feelings of love
God I wish I believed ya when you told me this was my home.

I light all the candles
Cut flowers for all my rooms
I care for myself the way I used to care about you
These days, we kiss and we keep busy
The waves come after midnight
I call from underwater
Versuri-lyrics.info
Why even try to get right?
When you’ve outgrown a lover
The whole world knows but you
It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon.

Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me
Now I’ll fake it every single day ’til I don’t need fantasy, ’til I feel you leave
But I still remember everything, how we’d drift buying groceries, how you’d dance for me
I’ll start letting go of little things ’til I’m so far away from you, far away from you, yeah.

Loveless

“What is this tape?”
“This is my favorite tape”
Bet you wanna rip my heart out
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
Well guess what? I like that
‘Cause I’m gonna mess your life up
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
Look out, lovers.

We’re L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S
Generation
L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S
Generation
All f*ckin’ with our lover’s heads
Generation.

Bet you wanna rip my heart out
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
Well guess what? I like that
‘Cause I’m gonna mess your life up
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
Look out, lovers.

We’re L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S
Generation
L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S. (look out, lovers)
Generation
All f*ckin’ with our lover’s heads
Generation (look out, lovers)

L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S
Generationnn. (x4)
Lorde lyrics
Video feelings

Yes – Sam Feldt feat. Akon lyrics

Lyrics Sam Feldt – Yes

Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yes
Your eyeees are tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yes.

Don’t give it to me easy, make me work a little
We move aside, aside and you work the middle
That was one word to describe your ways
It’s a versuri-lyrics.info
I’m a teapot, come on, blow the kettle.

I see the trouble that you’re trying to make
I see you’re doing what your lips won’t say
Baby, I ain’t gettin’ in your way, in your way.

Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
Your eyeees are tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
So you don’t have to say words to me
No, you don’t have to say.
Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees.

If you say you can’t do it then you better do it
‘Cause I’ma take your word, I’ma hold you to it
Soon as you start steppin’ in the place
You put all .. feels the shame
Now I already know who I’m leavin’ with.

I see the trouble that you’re trying to make
I see you’re doing what your lips won’t say
Baby, I ain’t gettin’ in your way, in your way.

Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
Your eyeees are tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
So you don’t have to say words to me
No, you don’t have to say
Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees.

I see the trouble that you’re trying to make
I see you’re doing what your lips won’t say
Baby, I ain’t gettin’ in your way, in your way.

Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
Your eyeees are tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
So you don’t have to say words to me
No, you don’t have to say
Your body’s tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees.

Tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeees
Your eyeees are tellin’ me yeees, tellin’ me yeeesss.

Sam Feldt lyrics
Video Sam Feldt

Andere liga – Raf Camora songtexte

Songtexte Raf Camora – Andere liga

Sie ist aus Fünfhaus, Bruda
Ahh, sie ist aus Fünfhaus, Bruda
Ahh, sie ist aus Fünfhaus, Bruda.(andere liga)

Eyy, keiner kann ihr was sagen außer Mama, Papa auch nicht
Im Club tanzen alle nur zu Schlager, sie will Šaban Šaulić
Ihre großen Brüder machen alle Para, fahren Audis
Für Schwestern gibt es Dolce & Gabbana und Pradaoutfits
Sie weiß immer, was sie will, kommt nie ohne ihr Team, gibt ‘n f*ck auf all die anderen
In Bezirk alles Mafiapolitik, ganzer .. regiert, was für ..?
Lange Haare, so glänzend die Beine wie Samt, Farbe: Karamell
Sie raucht Weed aus dem Fenster und ich seh’, wie sie fliegt, hin zu ‘nem andern Stern.

Seh’ in ihr West-Wien, Angst hier vor niemandem
Du siehst wie sie guckt, wie sie tanzt, big up
Ich seh’ die andern auf der Tanzfläche zittern
Sie könn’n lächeln, aber ansprechen niemals, big-up
Ganz Wien, wir hab’n Angst hier vor niemandem
Wir hab’n Cash, wir hab’n Guns, wir sind Brüder
Big-up meine Balkan-Chica in Highheels oder Sneakers
Sie spielt in ‘ner andern Liga.

Man sieht sie nie in der City
Trifft sie im Bezirk, sie spaziert mitm Pitti
Rechts ‘nen Espresso, links einen Jibbit
Ferragamobrille über der Pupille wie Riddick
Eis ausm Garda, niemals von Tichy
Sie kennt paar Mafiatch, doch keiner hier f*ckt sie
Keiner hier f*ckt sie, scheiß auf dein’n Lamborghini
Hol sie lieber ab einfach im Twizy, einfach im Twizy
Sie weiß, sie hat ganz viel an ihrer Seite, wenn sie will
Egal, wohin sie geht, sie wird begleitet, wenn sie will
Versuch nicht zu bescheißen, es macht einfach keinen Sinn
Ob Facebook oder Insta, sie knackt immer deinen PIN.

Seh’ in ihr West-Wien, Angst hier vor niemandem
Du siehst wie sie guckt, wie sie tanzt, big up
Ich seh’ die andern auf der Tanzfläche zittern
Sie könn’n lächeln, aber anspreche niemals, big-up
Ganz Wien, wir hab’n Angst hier vor niemandem
Wir hab’n Cash, wir hab’n Guns, wir sind Brüder
Big-up meine Balkan-Chica in Highheels oder Sneakers
Sie spielt in ‘ner andere Liga.

Sie weiß, sie hat ganz viel an ihrer Seite, wenn sie will
Egal, wohin sie geht, sie wird begleitet, wenn sie will
Versucht nicht zu bescheißen, es macht einfach keinen Sinn
Ob Facebook oder Insta, sie knackt immer deinen PIN.

Sie ist aus Fünfhaus, Bruda
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ahh, sie ist aus Fünfhaus, Bruda
Ahh, sie ist aus Fünfhaus, Bruda.

Seh’ in ihr West-Wien, Angst hier vor niemandem
Du siehst wie sie guckt, wie sie tanzt, big up
Ich seh’ die andern auf der Tanzfläche zittern
Sie könn’n lächeln, aber anspreche niemals, big-up
Ganz Wien, wir hab’n Angst hier vor niemandem
Wir hab’n Cash, wir hab’n Guns, wir sind Brüder
Big-up meine Balkan-Chica in Highheels oder Sneakers
Sie spielt in ‘ner andere Ligaaa.
Raf Camora songtexte
Video liga

Fiquei so – Mc Davi letra

Letra MC Davi – Fiquei so

Briga comigo direto
Já quer terminar
Fala que eu não presto
Que eu vou me afundar
Versuri-lyrics.info
Fala que eu vou morrer só
Ai que dó
Quem ri por último
Ri melhor.(fiquei so)

Eu fiquei só
Com umas cinco amigas tuas
Eu fiquei só
Vivendo várias loucuras
Eu fique só
Namorando com tu e mais duas
Se acha que eu fiquei só
Com tanta mulher na ruaaa.
Mc Davi letras
Video so

BASTILLE – Basket Case lyrics

Do you have the time
To listen to me why
About nothing and everything, all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
[?] no doubt about it

[Chrous]
Sometimes I give myself the queens
Sometimes my mind play streaks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I just stoned?

[Verse 2]
I went to my strength
To analyze my dreams
She said it’s like a [?] that’s bringing me down
I went to a [?]
He said my life’s so bored
So quit my wine and curtains bringing her down

[Chrous]
Sometimes I give myself the queens
Sometimes my mind play streaks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Ya ya ya ya

[Bridge]
Losing to control
So I better hold on

[Chrous]
Sometimes I give myself the queens
Sometimes my mind play streaks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?

Echosmith – Future Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The future me I haven’t met
There’s some things you might regret
Like giving up on love too fast
Chasing shadows from your past
Future me I haven’t met

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s gonna be some pain
It’s good to feel something

[Chorus]
Right now, I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow is who I am
Right now, I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow is who I am

[Post-Chorus]
Right now
Right now

[Verse 2]
They don’t know you like I do
They don’t know what you’ve been through
[?] hands up black and blue
Never letting go of you
They don’t know you like I do

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s gonna be some pain
It’s good to feel something

[Chorus]
Right now, I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow is who I am
Right now, I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow is who I am

[Post-Chorus]
Right now
Right now
Right now

[Breakdown]
I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow

[Chorus]
Right now, I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow is who I am
Right now, I’m already who I wanna be tomorrow
Who I wanna be tomorrow is who I am

[Post-Chorus]
Right now
What are you waiting for?
Right now
What are you waiting for?
Right now
What are you waiting for?
Right now
What are you waiting for?
Right now

Electric – Alina Baraz feat. Khalid lyrics

Lyrics Alina Baraz – Electric

Darker than the ocean, deeper than the sea
You’ve got everything, you got what I need
Touch me, you’re electric, babe
Move me, take me from this place
Movin’ to the tempo, show me what it takes
Speeding up my heartbeat, playing in the flames.

Kiss me, we’re on fire, babe
Love me, take me to outer space
Kiss me, we’re on fire, babe
Love me, take me to outer space.

Covered in your water and I’m feeling like a summer breeze
Submitted under power and you brought me to my knees
Use me, you’re electric, babe versuri-lyrics.info
Move me, take me all the way
Whisper in my ear, I’m the only one you’re loving on
Take advantage of the moment, you’re the only one that I want.

Kiss me, we’re on fire, babe
Love me, take me to outer space
Kiss me, we’re on fire, babe
Love me, take me to outer space.

Melting like ice on a summer day
Hold me like you mean, take me far away
Bodies moving in, temperature rising
Take me to the top then watch me fall in.

Kiss me (Kiss me), we’re on fire, babe
Love me, take me to outer space
Kiss me, (we’re on fireee..)
Alina Baraz lyrics
Video Alina Baraz

Shawty – Bokoesam feat. Idaly songtekste

Songtekste Bokoesam – Shawty

Let’s get it, ey
Shawty, ik wil dat je op mij geloofd
Jij zit hele dagen in m’n hoofd
Ik kan niet stoppen met denken aan jou
Oh ja, dit is was ik heb beloofd.

Oh-hay, yeah
Ik heb jou als jij mij hebt
Maak je blij als je niet blij bent
Meisje ik wil er voor je zijn
Niemand heeft wat jij hebt
Laat ze weten dat je van mij bent
Kijk hoe ik die meisjes opzij zet
Doe dit alleen voor jou, baby.

Je weet dat deze man domme dingen doet, domme dingen soms zegt
Maar ik hou het dan ook oprecht, upset
Ik moet doen wat ik ook zeg
On set, doe gewoon
Zij doet niet meer lief, zij gaat niet meer los
Ik kom effe langs, maak d’r effe los
Nee zij is een vrouw, en ze heeft d’r trots
On set, doe gewoon versuri-lyrics.info
Ik kan d’r altijd verrassen
Altijd op tijd, ik ontrij d’r langs d’r
Fixt één ontbijt van d’r eigen klasse
Zij fixt voor mij, ja m’n eigen lover
M’n eigen panda.

Shawty, shawty
Zij wil niemand anders, het is all about me
Shawty, shawty
Doe dit alleen voor jou, dus ik zeg.

Oh-hay, yeah
Ik heb jou als jij mij hebt
Maak je blij als je niet blij bent
Meisje ik wil er voor je zijn
Niemand heeft wat jij hebt
Laat ze weten dat je van mij bent
Kijk hoe ik die meisjes opzij zet
Doe dit alleen voor jou, baby.

Mijn babygirl, ik doe dit alleen voor jou
Ik heb meiden die me willen, maar die zitten mij koud
Nee, nee, ik ben niet met ze bezig ik ben bezig met jou, girl
Ik laat je zien dat jij bent waar ik van hou
Ik laat je zien, ik neem je mee, girl, als jij me vertrouwd
Oh yeah, ben je het eens met me, kus, zeg me naam
Ik ben niet echt van die spellen, ga niet spelen met jou
In de streets ben je netjes, maar in m’n bed ben je stout
Zeg me ben je daarbij, baby
Daarbij, baby
Al die meisjes willen net als jou zijn, baby
Ik wil jou back, baby
Jou back, baby
Ik wil met je blijven totdat we oud zijn, baby
Ik hou van hoe je doet, beweegt en praat
En baby gooi je body eens in m’n eye
J-je benen ook, ik meen het ja
Je weet het ook, wil dat je mij geloofd.

Oh-hay, yeah
Ik heb jou als jij mij hebt
Maak je blij als je niet blij bent
Meisje ik wil er voor je zijn
Niemand heeft wat jij hebt
Laat ze weten dat je van mij bent
Kijk hoe ik die meisjes opzij zet
Doe dit alleen voor jou, babyyy.
Bokoesam songtekste
Video Bokoesam

How you gon do that – Flosstradamus lyrics

Lyrics Flosstradamus – How you gon do that

Yeah my wallet too tight I’m throwin’ dollas
Pourin’ out shots like they was water
Give me that sweet and low
Hit me before you go
Take me down down
And I got my hands right up to the ceiling
Wondering how I caught these feelings
I gotta let you know
‘Cause I want you to go
Go down down.(how you gon do that)

How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
Ain’t where I thought I would be
Why you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that to me?

How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that to me?

Yeah you coming in hot just like a sauna
Make it so good I can’t say nada
Serve it up on a plate
Like it’s my birthday cake
Take me down down.

How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ain’t where I thought I would be
Why you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that to me?

How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
Why you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that to me?

Just keep talking that talk
Just give me that feeling
It’s like something I caught
And didn’t know that I needed
Didn’t know that I needed
Didn’t know that I needed.

How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
Ain’t where I thought I would be
Why you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?

How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that?
How you gon’ do that to me?
How you gon’ do that to meee?
Flosstradamus lyrics
Video that

P!nk – What About Us

[Intro]
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da

[Verse 1]
We are searchlights, we can see in the dark
We are rockets, pointed up at the stars
We are billions of beautiful hearts
And you sold us down the river too far

[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?

[Verse 2]
We are problems that want to be solved
We are children that need to be loved
We were willin’, we came when you called
But man, you fooled us, enough is enough, oh

[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?
What about us?

[Bridge]
Sticks and stones, they may break these bones
But then I’ll be ready, are you ready?
It’s the start of us, waking up come on
Are you ready? I’ll be ready
I don’t want control, I want to let go
Are you ready? I’ll be ready
‘Cause now it’s time to let them know
We are ready, what about us?

[Chorus]
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
So what about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?

[Outro]
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?

Steve Aoki & Yellow Claw – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit