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Janet Arnaiz – Bakit Ba? lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Nang Makilala ka
‘Di maitago ang nadarama sa’yo
At nagdaan ang panahon
Lalong napalapit ang puso ko sa iyo

[Hook]
Sa totoo lang mahal na kita
Ngunit ako’y napipigilan pa
Mga barkada’y umiiwas na
Dahil ‘di raw tayo magkabagay

[Chorus]
Bakit Ba, Lagi na lang
Hindi ko magawa ang kagustuhan ko?
Bakit Ba, Lagi na lang
Kayo ang susundin ko at hindi ako?
Bakit Ba?

[Verse 2]
Minsan, nasasaktan ako
Kapag naririnig mga tukso sa’yo
Maging mga kasama ko’y
Galing pag nakitang nag-uusap tayo.

[Hook]
Sa totoo lang mahal na kita
Ngunit ako’y napipigilan pa
Mga barkada’y umiiwas na
Dahil ‘di raw tayo magkabagay

[Chorus]
Bakit Ba, Lagi na lang
Hindi ko magawa ang kagustuhan ko?
Bakit Ba, Lagi na lang
Kayo ang susundin ko at hindi ako?
Bakit Ba?

(Instrumental)

[Chorus]
Bakit Ba, Lagi na lang
Hindi ko magawa ang kagustuhan ko?
Bakit Ba, Lagi na lang
Kayo ang susundin ko at hindi ako? (4X)

Bakit Ba?

Kathleen Haskard – All Your Glory lyrics

I want it
I need it
You got it
So give it
To me
To me

You told me
Your story
I saw you
In all your glory
Can you see me
Can you see me

I’ve been with
Big-shots before
So leave your
Ego at the door
And then we’ll see
What will be

I let go
Of my fear
I followed
You here
And now we’ll see
What will be

I want it
I need it
You got it
So give it
To me
To me

Spellman – Ek Vaari lyrics

“Ek Vaari”
(spellman)

Aha Aha…
Ek ghadi tera dil mil kar gaya bana re
Aja Aja, Aja Aja
Aha

[Chorus – Spellman:]
Paise ki gaddi aur Lambi Lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai aaahaaan,

Paise ki gaddi aur lambi lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari,
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai
Tu aja ek vaari

Paise ki gaddi aur Lambi Lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai,
Tu aja ek vaari, ek vaari

[Spellman]
Tu maane na maane ya maane
Tere liye kitni kitabe likh daali
Kyonki in raato me mujhe neend na aati
Kon kya kr gya
Tera kya le gya, le gya
Ye teri baate na meri baat
Teri hasi aur kahti khushi mere sath
Teri udasi kare jeena dushvaar
Na de mujhe salah
Nya hai mera mijaaz
Ab tu hona naaraz, paagal hai tere khayalat (khyalaat)
Mausam hai baarish ka aaj bada bemishaal
Tille tu drivara aaj tu mere sath
Mil le tu agle shukravaar
Hawa jb badle apne mijaaz mijaaz
Pehna jab maine ainak
Aur utha li hai kalam mere sheher me aake mujhse hona subah teri (aha aha)

[Chorus – Spellman:]
Paise ki gaddi aur Lambi Lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai,
Tu aja ek vaari

Paise ki gaddi aur Lambi Lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai,
Tu aja ek vaari, ek vaari

[Spellman]
Tu maane na maane ya maane mai akela saari umar jee lunga tere bgair
Bagair tere bagair
Aksar ye hota rehta hai shraab aur sharaarate aur teri baate
Yaad kar vo bachpan ki baate mushkil ho udaas
Mushkile jb tujhko thi aati tha mai tere sath
Tu karti jo pasand vo laake rakh du in haatho me
Chahe vo ho taare
Nhi todta mai vaade
Tang kru ye hai na mere dhang ab na kru mai vilamb
Paise aur nasha aur kya chaiye is sansaar me
Chun liya hai maine tujhko list me
Mera irada hua chain na tere bin jiya
Tujhko ye kya hua mujhko nhi pta
Mujhko nhi hai pta
Bhaage sb paise ke peeche jiski kami na mujhe hai
Tu bhaage mere peeche teri kami poori mai

[Chorus – Spellman:]
Paise ki gaddi aur Lambi Lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai,
Tu aja ek vaari

Paise ki gaddi aur Lambi Lambi gaadi,
Jeb meri bhaari
Meri ye khaani khaani
Aaj sun meri jubaani,
Nashe me dooba mai,
Tu aja ek vaari, ek vaari

Hop out – Asap Twelwyy feat. Asap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics Asap Twelwyy – Hop out

Hop out the Porche, then hop up in the ‘Rari
This is Niggarace eatin’ calamari
I’m a playboi, nigga, say what’s up to Carti
You see my diamonds shinin’ and you know it’s Carti’
Hop out the Porche now, then hop up in the ‘Rari
This is Niggarace eatin’ calamari
I’m a playboi, nigga, say what’s up to Carti
You see my diamonds shinin’ and you know it’s Carti’.

Couple zeroes with me, count up 30 ones (yeah yeah)
Clean money capers, got a dirty gun (yeah yeah)
Niggas gettin’ money, gotta give me some (yeah yeah)
Niggas sellin’ bricks, I’m ’bout to get me one (yeah yeah)
Blowin’ money fast, flippin’ through the funds (yeah yeah)
Passin’ through the block, heatin’, on the run (yeah yeah)
Been a sure shot, stickin’ to my guns (yeah yeah)
Swear we got a rocket and he got a gun (yeah yeah)
Gold Trizzy, wanna call me Freddie Kreuger (yeah yeah)
Shout out to my Bloods, shout out to my Hoovers (yeah yeah)
10 chains on call me Rick tha Ruler (yeah yeah)
School of hard knocks, prolly fucked my tutor (yeah yeah).

Hop out the Porche, then hop up in the ‘Rari
This is Niggarace eatin’ calamari
I’m a playboi, nigga, say what’s up to Carti
You see my diamonds shinin’ and you know it’s Carti’
Hop out the Porche now, then hop up in the ‘Rari
This is Niggarace eatin’ calamari versuri-lyrics.info
I’m a playboi, nigga, say what’s up to Carti
You see my diamonds shinin’ and you know it’s Carti’.

Shorty got me on that Henny, now I’m actin’ naughty (yeah yeah)
Shout go out to Yachty with the vintage Nauti’ (yeah yeah)
We pissin’ Crissy, man we used to drink the 40s (yeah yeah)
Man I feel like Bishop when I rock my 40s (yeah yeah)
This is Niggarace with the vintage jewelry (yeah yeah)
I get my money up in ‘plexes like Missouri (yeah yeah)
White and yellow diamonds look like rice and curry (yeah yeah)
Fergie be so icy like a McFlurry.

Hop out the Porche, then hop up in the ‘Rari
This is Niggarace eatin’ calamari
I’m a playboi, nigga, say what’s up to Carti
You see my diamonds shinin’ and you know it’s Carti’
Hop out the Porche now, then hop up in the ‘Rari
This is Niggarace eatin’ calamari
I’m a playboi, nigga, say what’s up to Carti
You see my diamonds shinin’ and you know it’s Cartiii’.
Asap Twelwyy lyrics
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Flood watch – Juicy J feat. Offset lyrics

Lyrics Juicy J – Flood watch

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time.(flood watch)

b*tch came through right on time with the pus*y
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
The percs kicked in at the wrong time
Your b*tch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These f*ck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee b*tch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her a*s over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, “Bring your a*s home,” you was right on time, damn.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12 versuri-lyrics.info
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time).

Woo, woo, woo, woooo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
b*tch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
A*s so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad a*s b*tch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your b*tch came in at the night time (your b*tch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right b*tch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on timeee.(flood watch)

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Do you still feel – Rain Man feat. Max lyrics

Lyrics Rain Man – Do you still feel

I can’t believe I get to wake up next to you
Sometimes it’s too hard for me to do
feeels like we’ve been on this way girl.
(do you still feel)

And to me it feeels amazing
But, my biggest fears in the years tearing us apart.

So I just gotta know
Do you still feel?
Do you still feel?
Do you still feeel my love?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel my love?

I don’t wanna tell you what I’m thinking
Cuz these thoughts are driving me insane
Yeah I know were getting older
But I won’t let our hearts get colder
No, my biggest fears in the years tearing us apart.

So I just gotta know
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel my love?
Versuri-lyrics.info
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel my love?

You’ve got my heart
You’ve got my soul
(Do you still feeel?)
Don’t ever let me go
Do you still feeel my love?

Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel my love?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel?
Do you still feeel my loveee?
Rain Man lyrics
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Killing time – R3hab feat. Felix Cartal lyrics

Lyrics R3hab – Killing time

Running, running in the dark
You’re my shadow
To those who play the part
I know that I’m fine, yeah
I’m sure it’s all good
Sometimes it feels like
I never get far.(killing time)

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing time.

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing time.

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing time.

Standing back against the wall
I was raised to, rise, not fall
I’m sure it’s all good
I know that I’m fine
But it’s hard when you want it all.

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing time.

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Versuri-lyrics.info
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing time.

I wanna say…
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes.

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing time.

I wanna say, say, say
What’s on my mind
Why would I play it safe?
Just draw on the lines
Or dream it all the way
Through hashed eyes
Won’t live a life just killing timeee.
R3hab lyrics
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Smooth sailing – Trick Daddy feat. Trina lyrics

Lyrics Trick Daddy – Smooth sailing

Yeah I know what you thinking
You know Ive been drinkin’
Versuri-lyrics.info
You know what I thinkkk.(smooth sailing)
Trick Daddy lyrics
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Solteiro Ata Morrer – Mc Kekel letra

Letra Mc Kekel – Solteiro ata morrer

Quando a gente se encontrar
Lá na frente eu vou dizer
Que valeu te conhecer
Mas foi melhor eu te esquecer.
(solteiro ata morrer)

Uma dose eu vou tomar
Taco o play, não vou parar
Mas se é passado sai pra lá
Que o meu presente tá melhor.

Faço de tudo pra esquecer
Sofri uma vez
E nunca mais
Eu vou, sofrer.

Conheci a liberdade
Nunca mais vou me prender
Versuri-lyrics.info
Uma vez solteiro
Solteiro até morrerrr.
Mc Kekel letras
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P!nk – Can’t Take Me Home Lyrics

[Chorus]
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you are thinking about is f***** me
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you’re thinking about is f***** me

[Verse 1]
Why would you even talk to me, baby, were you curious?
You knew you never had a love like this
My love was serious, had you delirious
Do’nt front, I felt it in every kiss
You try and play me, like I ain’t your lady
When you just told me that you love me and you want me as your baby
Understand me, because I know we can be
Just as happy as anybody, let your heart feel me baby

[Chorus]
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you are thinking about is f***** me
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you’re thinking about is f***** me

[Verse 2]
What the hell was on your mind?
You thought I had the time, to be your little undercover thing
But see, I can’t deal with that, so you better just split with that
Come at me real
Quit playing these silly games
How can you love me, and then just leave me?
Because you see somebody looking
And you think they disagree
Well they don’t feed you, so why you care, boo?
Because the best love you ever had is right here with you

[Chorus]
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you are thinking about is f***** me
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you’re thinking about is f***** me

[Bridge]
I don’t want nobody else but you (no, no, no)
But if you keep playing, then I’ll make you the fool
Because it’s a P!nk thang
If you’re a man who would wanna get with me
Oh, it’s a P!nk thang
Tell you, your mama, you’re just going to have to see

[Repeat Chorus to fade]
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you are thinking about is f***** me
Can’t take me home to mama because she wouldn’t think I’m proper
Shoulda thought about that before you f***** with me
Don’t say you’re fallin’ for me
Don’t tell me you adore me
Because all you’re thinking about is f***** me

The Districts – Point

Is it all worked out the way you wanted it to?
Did it all unfold the way you dreamed of?
Waves break on the shoreline constantly
[?] you’ll get worked out, broken
So try to tame, as I’ll trap in
Not knowing in my heart
Not knowing in my head

The point is beside the point now
The age is a game of constant values
And every game of counting odds
We’ll get spend [?]
The point is beside the point now!

Get your deposit back
Did all break down as expected?
Were you worked down the hard way towards your [?]
There’s a pause in the silence your constant companion
But now I’m hanging again

The point is beside the point now
The age is a game of constant values
And every game of counting odds
We’ll get spend [?]
The point is beside the point now!

Cousins – Diar feat. Enemy songtexte

Songtexte Diar – Cousins

Ich komm’ mit Diar á la Diego Armando Maradona
Ich will Pablo Estevanio Alejandro Enemigo
Meine Firma sprengt die Maße, deine Jungs im Minus
Kick’ den Opel Vectra vollbeladen nachts durch deine Siedlung
Ahh! Enemygo ist der Grund, warum die Uni-Party aufhört
Zahl’ die Leasingraten mit dem BAföG – danke nochmal dafür
Leute sind am feiern, ich hab’ Beutel an den Eiern
Fünfundzwanzig Steine, meine Unterhose leiert
Es ist nicht sicher in mein’n Blocks, noch nicht mal für die Cops
Trau dich rein in meine Gegend, deine Zähne werden schrott
Gehandelt wird mit Ott, bin im Rudel unterwegs
[Steintorer Biz] Scheine in den versuri-lyrics.info
Ich komm’ mit Partisan’n und Falastines, volles Magazin
Schieß’ auf alle Faschos, eingeschlossen Thilo Sarrazin
Alle Rapper zahl’n für paar Araber im Team
Doch der Rücken der Cousins ist eine kurdische Familie.(cousins)

Keiner f*ckt mit den Cousins. (x8)

Ich bin Intellektueller aus ‘ner asozialen Schicht
Und klär’ damit ‘ne Alnatura-Bionade-B***h
Mach auf Oberschicht bei ‘nem Uniball bis in die Nacht
Rede zwei Minuten über Goethe, leg’ sie danach flach
Ich klär’ mir Alphajacke-Azzlack-Weiber, die für Haze blasen
Geh’ mit ihr in einer Ecke, wo die Penner immer schlafen
Sie geht auf dir Knie hier in der Pfütze in der Tiefgarage
Droh’ ihr mit der Faust und sag’ ihr, „Das hier darfst du keinem sagen.“
Baba kommt zur Party, Dicka, alle woll’n hier flexen
Ich hab’ eure Nasen – ihr seid alle Michael Jackson
Alle am verzweifeln und die Junkies am verrecken
Ich sag’, „Geh ma’ auf die Knie und lass den Zehner lieber stecken!“
Ich mach’ keine Späße, geht es ums Geschäft
Was für Puder, Mula, hier gibt’s nix beleş
Gib mir Patte, Euro, Dollar oder Yen
Zieh die Klinge, lass die Schulden jetzt beenden.

Keiner f*ckt mit den Cousinsss.

Director: AYO & Gutenbergs Qzeng
Mix & Master von Niklas Neumann
Recordet von ProDK in den Idéal Studios
Produziert SOTT & ProDK
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That s it – Bebe Rexha feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – That s it

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it.

What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my a*s, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out the coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This b***h so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it. (x2)

Multicolor fun Chopard with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak or talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the MacBook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it versuri-lyrics.info
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Owww.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That s it, that’s ittt. (x2)
Bebe Rexha lyrics
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We won t leave you – Steve Void lyrics

Lyrics Steve Void – We won t leave you

On our own we jump, we fall, forgotten world
We’re running out, running out, running out
Won’t hide away anymore, like yesterday
‘Cause we’re running out now.(we won t leave you)

You can see it in our eyes
That we won’t look away
This time we’re here to stay
So we’re running out, running out now
We finally collide, crashing everyday
And if you feel afraid.

We won’t leave you. (x3)

Time has come, to stand our ground and close the door
To paralyzed stereotyped f*cked up minds
Everyday, lesser choice versuri-lyrics.info
Where to go? You can turn it around.

You can see it in our eyes
That we won’t look away
This time we’re here to stay
So we’re running out, running out now
We finally collide, crashing everyday
And if you feel afraid.

We won’t leave you. (x3)

There’s a man sitting next to you
With a scar from his head and
Will stand to the last end
He could be the one that saves you
There’s a woman driving in a car
And she talk in the phone when
You crossing the street and
She could be the one that kills you.

You can see it in our eyes
That we won’t look away
This time we’re here to stay
So we’re running out, running out now
We finally collide, crashing everyday
And if you feel afraid
We won’t leave youuu.
Steve Void lyrics
Video you

Rapture – Kuuro feat. Mc Mota lyrics

Lyrics Kuuro – Rapture

Enter the rapture, enter the sound
Top up the pressure, get down
Ready fi yu alla di gyal dem surround
Steady then bounce it again, me go now.

Kuuro, demma run di town
Pull up, demma turn it around
Bringing in the bassdrop, hit the ground
Mash it up inna di place a go down.

Enter the rapture, enter the sound
Badmind people, please turn around
Ready fi yu alla di gyal dem surround
Steady then bounce it again, me go now.

Kuuro, demma run di town
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up, demma turn it around
Bringing in the bassdrop, hit the ground
Mash it up inna di place a go down
Mash it up inna di
Enter the raptureee.
Kuuro lyrics
Video Kuuro

Ed Sheeran – Bibia Be Ye Ye

Bibia be ye ye

I lost my shoes last night, I don’t know where I put my keys
I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree
I bet my mother’s proud of me from each scar
Upon my knuckle and each graze upon my knee, and all I know
Is I got a cab and then threw up on his car seat
He kicked me out and then I walked in the rain
I tell myself in every way, "I won’t be doing this again"
And tomorrow’s a brand new day

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no man call ya, bibia be ye ye
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
Bibia be ye ye

I remember less and less and mostly things that I regret
In my phone are several texts from girls I’ve never met
And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams
My heart is breaking at the seems and I’m coming apart now
Now things are looking up, I’ll find my shoes right next to the oak tree
And I’ll get a bus straight into town and spend the afternoon
Looking around for the things that I left on the ground
And say you’re with me, tomorrow’s a brand new day

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
Bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye) (bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
Bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)

Lorde – Perfect Places

[Verse 1]
Every night, I live and die
Feel the party to my bones
Watch the wasters blow the speakers
Spill my guts beneath the outdoor light
It’s just another graceless night
I hate the headlines and the weather
I’m 19 and I’m on fire
But when we’re dancing I’m alright
It’s just another graceless night

[Pre-Chorus]
Are you lost enough?
Have another drink, get lost in us
This is how we get notorious, oh
‘Cause I don’t know
If they keep tellin’ me where to go
I’ll blow my brains out to the radio, oh

[Chorus]
All of the things we’re taking
‘Cause we are young and we’re ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can’t stand to be alone
Let’s go to perfect places

[Verse 2]
Every night, I live and die
Meet somebody, take ’em home
Let’s kiss and then take off our clothes
It’s just another graceless night

[Chorus]
All of the things we’re taking
‘Cause we are young and we’re ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can’t stand to be alone
Let’s go to perfect places

[Outro]
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?

Madison Beer – Dead

[Verse 1]
You could be here, but you’re there
You could be anywhere and these days I don’t even care no more
You only be showing me love whenever you’ve had too much
Whatever’s been filling your cup, no more

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right

[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why do you say that?

[Verse 2]
You could be here but you’re not, I give whatever you want
But you just take it and run, you run (oh run, run)
And I give you so many shots but you just drinking ’em all
You never give it a thought, oh love (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober (sober)
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight (alone tonight)
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right

[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why do you say that?

[Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why aren’t you dead yet?

[Bridge]
Be careful what you say
Say only what you mean
Mean to me then you’re nice
You’re nice, you’re nice
It’s nice to know you now
Now that it all went down
Down on your knees you cry
You cry, you cry, yeah

[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why do you say that?

[Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why aren’t you dead yet?
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why aren’t you dead yet?

Son Little – Demon To The Dark

I’m gonna beg for your forgiveness
And when I do that from the start
I’m gonna need as a witness
Though you may have an hardened heart
Have I always been a sinner?
And did the world pick me apart
Can I somehow been put tohether
Sometime the day cause life a short
Do you can fell ,still your hear me
When do romane how you there
I think my train is of the railing
Is this some way to get it clear

My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark

I’m in the darkness on my show
Paralysed because of fear
I been this way not since the 80s
That’s when I started with the beer
Just to help me with the traumas
The liquor gave me even
The bottle get me through the night time
And all my daytime friends appeal
So I’d never touched the needle
But It breaks me just the same
Satisfiend with the money
And everything is just a game
Mister Philips can you hear me
My dear Romane, are you there
Feel just like the world is ending
Is there some way to get it clear

My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark

Rich Homie Quan – Safe (feat. Cyko)

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout
Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
200 of ’em in the back of the ..
And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
Rich Homie!

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it versuri-lyrics.info
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
I was there bro had to get on
Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Old money new money in the shoe box
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh.

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittasss.

NF – Outro

[Verse]
I’m dedicated, the definition of dedication
Wrote this whole record while I was levitating
Sittin’ in my room with the pen and paper, I’m innovative
They’ve been afraid of me since I was a second grader
I’m the kid on the playground mama told you to never play with
There’s levels of music—and I’m in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
But if you don’t know the brand by now, you better get educated
Take both of my arms, rip ’em out the sockets and separate ’em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Don’t matter, I still write a better record than yours without a hesitation
Never been more motivated
Just look at all the minds I have opened and penetrated
See, I am the voice of all these kids that think things, but never say ’em
That’s why they come to my shows wearing the NF hoodies and hats low like we’re carrying weapons, ah!
Put the controllers away, it’s game over
I promise I’m way colder
The fans keep saying that they’re hungry for new music, well that’s pretty convenient ’cause I just made a plate for ’em
And now I’m hearing none of y’all are saying
I just sit at the keys feeling the music
Got me thinking I’m Beethoven
The game needs a makeover
If you’ve been waiting, the wait’s over
You ain’t notice, y’all about to witness a takeover, I’m home!
Yeah, they waiting on me to match them
The emotion I had in the last one
But if I don’t, they gonna tell me that I’m losing my passion
If I do, am I repeating my actions?
Yeah, look, "How Could You Leave Us" is massive
There ain’t nothing I can write that’ll match that
My biggest fear writing this record wasn’t putting out trash
It was disappointing myself and the fan base
Now I want you to picture me:
I’m in a hotel rapping, crying on the floor of the bathroom
Staring in the mirror, my room, hands shaking playing "How Could You Leave Us" through the speakers on my iPhone
Tryna to figure out if I’ma always feel the way that I feel or maybe someday I can learn to be happy
Or maybe I can’t be, ’cause if the music ain’t emotional enough, are they gon’ call me a has-been?
Pain’s always been the root of my music
If I cut it off, how am I supposed to keep growing
If I let it go, won’t my whole career be in ruins?
That’s when I realized this whole conversation is stupid
I never cared to impress people that don’t even know me
I just write what I feel, somehow it started a movement
Trying to enjoy a career, but I don’t know how to do it, when I spend all of time my being afraid I’ma lose it!
But, then I figured out the reason they follow me
The reason why these fans surrounding me
It’s not ’cause I’m a "Rap God"
I don’t need you people to bow to me
All they ever did was doubt on me, now everyone’s proud of me
Acknowledge me or not, you ain’t ignoring the following
I’m just teaching ’em something they couldn’t learn in they colleges
This is for the kids feeling like they live at the bottom and every day of they lives, feels like it’s darker than Halloween!
Yeah, you ain’t alone out there, look around you—we got a lot of fans in here
Couple hundred thousand, that’s what we did last year
Listen to Intro 3, trying to kill my fear
They’ll get that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
I am a savage admit it
A lot of baggage I live in
That’s why the passion is different
Really don’t care if they get it
We’re only three records in it and this is just the beginning
I’m home!

[Outro]
Real music

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Thanks Ugly God!

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy

[Verse 1]
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy

[Verse 2]
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke

[Outro]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch

Ugly God – I’m A Nasty Hoe (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 1]
I made yo bitch say "uh"
I put my hand on her butt
She said, "boy I’m on my period."
I said, "I don’t give no fuck!"
All I said was, "I’m Ugly God"
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
What I’m eating for lunch
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months
I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 2]
Ugly God A.K.A. Nigga Too Nasty
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
"Little Dick Clique", until they lay me in a casket
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’
TV screen, shawty on the scene like an actress
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God!

Ugly God – I’m Tryna Fuck (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Aye, 3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

[Verse 1]
Baby stop teasing
Baby girl I know you hit my phone for a reason
If you don’t get loose or start freakin then I’m leaving
Girl you know I’m fienin, eat this meat you ain’t no vegan
I ain’t never begged a bitch for shit but bitch I might need it
I’m tryna fornicate fuck the shit that you believe in
Bitch you better twerk or I’m snitching that you’re cheating
Bitch i wanna see a show, throw that neck and show some cleavage

[Hook]
3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 2]
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 1]
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters. piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom. but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

[Outro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch

Bitch

Ugly God – L.D.C (The Booty Tape Album)

(Thanks, Ugly God)

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

[Verse 1]
Ay, I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 bitches on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me Papi
Hoes on my dick, ’cause I look like Bill Cosby
Young Ugly God play your bitch like hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance, but these niggas can’t stop me
Your girl see my face, her coochie drip like a tsunami

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

[Verse 2]
I’m just being honest, nigga, I know, I’m the hottest
Ugly God, dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, I’m finna buy some chocolate
I’m the fucking shit bitch, i’m only being honest
Young Ugly God, I’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Pussy Bacon, drink water off the faucet
Booty Gang Captain fold your bitch like a omelette

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

(Thanks Ugly God)

Ugly God – Like A Maverick (The Booty Tape Album)

[Verse 1]
Aye, I make music from my basement
I done came up and got famous
I’m the goat ain’t no replacement
35k on my bracelet
Niggas is bitches I don’t fuck with niggas, I can’t fuck with niggas like racists
Hoes on my dick I put gold on my wrist now my neck really cold like a penguin
I pipe your bitch with this ice on my wrist cause she see my dick hard like the pavement
I got that guap now these bitches gon flock B, I got your main bitch in amazement
Slaughter your daughter no savage
Bitch I’m the booty gang captain
She can’t be mine, no I can’t waste my time nigga I be doing shows and traveling
Bitch, I’m throwed off like a javelin
Get your bitch gone just like magic
I see that booty, I grab it
Ugly God ball like a maverick

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick

[Verse 2]
I spent that check on my wrist and my neck, Ugly God got the sauce you can’t handle it
Made half a mil by myself with no deal, now they mad cause I’m cocky and arrogant
Let’s get into it, no talking, let’s do it, I think that I should’ve been President
If Ugly God was a candidate watch how the people vote for me unanimous
But wait
I take your bitch on a date
Ugly God live from the H
My new bitch thick like a steak
I sit back and thumb through this cake
Fuck a new friend, niggas fake
They slept on me now they awake
Bitch I made hits like I’m Drake
Hey, gold on my neck and my wrist full of diamonds
Hey, these niggas is bitches and bitches be lying
Hey, don’t call me "brother" no you ain’t no kin to me
Can’t trust a soul all you niggas is enemies
Biting my wave boy I swear you a mini me
Come at me wrong you get hurt boy I been a G
Now I’m on top the ladder bitch, look at my swagger, I’m sharp like a dagger
Nigga want beats, serve em up like a platter
She hit my phone, I put meat in her bladder
I done came up but just watch what I’m finna be
I just got me a lil bitch from the Philippines
She give me play cause I’m rich so she into me
Talk out the side of your neck and you guillotine

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it (Thanks Ugly God!)
Cause I ball out like a maverick

Ugly God – Water (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook: Ugly God]
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
Water water water water water water water water
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
Water water water water

[Verse: Ugly God]
Water on my bitch I keep her wet like my cellphone
Bitches on me dark skins and the redbones
Ugly God wrap your bitch up like some headphones
You say I ain’t shit bitch I’m Ugly God i’m well known
I ain’t got time for no wife, yeah
Lmfao you kiss bitches I pipe, yeah
Bitch I feel like Yachty just give me one night, yeah
And if she gay I tell her i’m a fucking dyke yeah
Yeah bitch i’m a dyke
Strapped up like a dyke
Man made like a dike
Boosie faded like a dyke
Niggas tryna join the wave
Pussy nigga take a hike
Your bitch my slave
Bitch I’m balling like Mike
Bitch I’m balling like Mike

[Hook: Ugly God]
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
Water water water water water water water water
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
Water water water water