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Tyga – Playboy (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Hook: Tyga]
Uhh, I got a pornstar’s tenacity
Fuck her like it’s ten of me, I’ve been a nasty nigga
Nigga, I got a dope boy’s tenacity
Cocky like I got ten ki’s and they harassing me
Woo, super freak in my passenger
She a superstar and got it bad for me
If I hang up, she call right back to me
You cut her legs off, she crawl right back to me

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, addicted like crack to my tenacity
I made a path for all my savages, I’m business savy, see
It must be March ’cause y’all mad at me
It’s March Madness and I ball like Kansas City
You against me and the city
You know how many pretty bitches drove me to liquor stores
For condoms and sour liquor straws
I get ’em hot Cheetos just to see her lick her fingers

[Hook: Tyga]
Your boy been had a playboy’s tenacity
Fuck her like it’s ten of me, I’ve been a nasty nigga
Nigga, I got a dope boy’s tenacity
Cocky like I got ten ki’s and they harassing me
Woo, super freak in my passenger
She a superstar and got it bad for me
If I hang up, she call right back to me
You cut her legs off, she crawl right back to me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Actually, she really crawl
Lift my balls and lick the whole sack for me
Playboy tenacity, umbrellas in my Daiquiri
If I ain’t poppin’, why the paparazzi flashin’ me?
Can you answer me?
I call it playboy’s tenacity
Yeah, that’s what it is, that’s what it has to be
Yeah, look how I live, this how it had to be (hahh)
I want it now more than ever
More money, more problems but the money make it better
I ain’t tryna fuck and that just fucked her head up
I’m sick, what’s the diagnosis? That’s why I wrote this
You know bitch

[Hook: Tyga]
I got a playboy’s tenacity
Fuck her like it’s ten of me, I’ve been a nasty nigga
Nigga, I got a dope boy’s tenacity
Cocky like I got ten ki’s and they harassing me

[Interlude]
All units, all stations, this is officer 4112 LAPD
Currently in pursuit of a yellow Ferrari 4-8-8
Possible drug trafficking suspect

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Racing wing on the GT4
I’m finna drive this motherfucker to the ocean floor
Cold world, long nights with my old girl
If I put a baby in her, hope she don’t abort
I found Atlantis in Atlanta at a strip club
Body was the palace, or maybe it was Venice
Excuse me if I’m scattered, but switching all these timezones
Really leave your mind gone if you don’t mind me asking
Can you put your hands on your hips? Baby dip, dip, dip
Put your shoes on the bed, she my whip, I’ma trip
Windows got tint so you can wear whatever you like
And less is more, the funny thing about life
Is that the clock keep tickin’, so let’s have a good time
And time is of the essence, you should get undressed and that’s fine
And do whatever you could think to take the stress off your mind
And if you need it, well, believe it, you could do it all night, alright

Tyga – Chandeliers (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro]
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me

[Hook: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here (yeah)
Water wrist, Pellegrino
(?) chandeliers (yeah yeah)
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (straight up)
Rose gold, fucks in the kitchen
Xanny family in my left pocket (yeah)
Gucci cost eighteen fifty
Xan man still in the driveway
Four mains and they all beefin’
(?)
Loco with the dope papa
My whip pina colada

[Verse 1: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
Make it bounce like impala (yeah)
My bitch red hot tamale (yeah)
Mix tamale with the molly
I don’t fuck with no phone [?] (straight up)
Cyber phone, soda poppin’
Pop alert, with the product
She gon’ fuck me, for the culture
Suck me, fuck me, for the culture (straight up)
New home, come over
All my videos, all I’m showing
I’m the shit, automatic toilet
Automatic, semi-automatic
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet

[Hook 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here
Water wrist, Pellegrino
(?) chandeliers
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (it’s lit!)
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

[Verse 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
Troy Ave keep the thing on me (yeah yeah yeah)
Avianne, I keep a chain on me
All these strippers like halo me
Then I save ’em and they hate on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Told the bitch, skip work spend the day with me (it’s lit!)
All day she just lay on me (yeah)
Wait for me I got the weight on me (yeah)
AK with a K on me (yeah yeah)
Fly nigga, we the wing team
Fuck right before I go to sleep
She swallow cum, have sweet dreams
She swallow cum, have sweet dreams (straight up)
Campaign my accessory (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Can’t let a nigga flex on me
Tell M.A. I know Headphanie
She just gave some head to me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Head to me, head to me
Got a interracial in the bed with me (straight up)
Got a interracial in the bed with me
I’m the new, Killa Cam
I’m the new, Killa Cam
Earrings, Killa Cam
Bracelet, Killa Cam
Bandana like Santana
Name on the gate like Hammer
Banana clip in a dick banana
Yeah bitch, banana banansa

[Hook 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here
Water wrist, Pellegrino
[?] chandeliers
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (it’s lit!)
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

[Outro]
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

Tyga – Flossin (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro: Tyga]
Zaytoven
Say I’m flossing, say I’m bossing
Now I’m flossing, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Tyga & King]
Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
Bitch we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting

[Verse 1: Tyga]
You had it, you lost it
You lost it, yeah you lost it
I found it, I got it, got the plug and the sake
My vanilla girl like chocolate
My chocolate girl like caramel
My caramel girl like dairy flavored
Drippin’ like the faucet
I’m flossing, I’m flossing
I’m floss and flossing
She just got her ass shots, we into the soften
She bossing, she boss and send five texts at ???
Everytime we hit the mall, they should bring a coffin
I’m cocky, I’m flossing, put a porch to the Porsche
It can get exhausting, all this fucking flossing
Diamonds in my teeth, when I smile I sparkle
I should be a dentist, I could teach you how to floss it

[Hook: Tyga & King]
Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
Bitch we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Car that’s from Hoochies, I’m bout to throw a party
Where’d she get that ass, she got it from her mama
I’m saucy, I’m flossing, I’m saucy, balsamic
And I paid in full, I should be from Harlem
Just pulled up in ??? and ferraris
Whoa kemosabe, flossing is a hobby
And I’m on your TV, whoa hashetashe
All my ice is water, yours is wishy-washy

[Hook: Tyga & King]
Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
Bitch we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting

Ciao – Enca lyrics

Lyrics Enca – Ciao

Sa po du me pi
Dridhe njo e po pim bari
Kcejna pak edhe bojna party
Kena tonat po nuk kena dashni.(ciao)

Sa po du me pi
Jom me shok amo nina n’vetmi
Sa gabim bona kthena te ti
Deri von gonna move my body.

Other boyz
Treat ’em like toyz
Dem little boyz
Dey make no noise.

Cohu, nga kjo enderr e keqe zgjohu
Fjalt e tyre i dgjon,mashtrohu
Vetem na e dina ca ka
Cohu, njo si un sun e gjen,provo
Jom e nxon, per me hup skam koh
Un e ti e dina ca ka.

Sa po du me pi
Dridhe njo e po pim bari
Kcejna pak edhe bojna party
Kena tonat po nuk kena dashni.

Sa po du me pi
Jom me shok amo nina n’vetmi
Sa gabim bona kthena te ti
Deri von gonna move my body.

Ata folin bla blablaaa
Neve ja bojm hahahahaha
Ti se din se ça o
Tani ta boj ciao ciao.

E di, e di, e dija
Ste pelqyn fjalet e mija
Versuri-lyrics.info
Zgjodhe mu kon vetem e per mu menon
Tash nga largesia.

Sa po du me pi
Dridhe njo e po pim bari
Kcejna pak edhe bojna party
Kena tonat po nuk kena dashni.

Sa po du me pi
Jom me shok amo nina n’vetmi
Sa gabim bona kthena te ti
Deri von gonna move my body.

Ata folin blablaa
Neve ja bojm hahahahaha
Ti se din se ça o
Tani ta boj ciao ciao .

Sa po du me pi
Dridhe njo e po pim bari
Kcejna pak edhe bojna party
Kena tonat kena edhe dashni.

Sa po du me pi
Jom me shok jo nuk nina n’vetmi
Kcejna shum edhe bojna party
Kena tonat kena edhe dashniii.
Enca lyrics
Video Enca

Massari – Eno songtexte

Songtexte Eno – Massari

Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Maaaassari, Maaaassari
Maaassari, Massari.

Damals hatt’ ich kein’n Lohn, in der Wohnung kein’n Strom
Nur die Vision, will am Handgelenk Kron’n
Ich hab’ jeden Cent umgedreht, hab’ vercheckt im Paket
Heute perlweißer Fünfer FC versuri-lyrics.info
Kille Parts aus Prinzip, alles ist nur für Mama
Tick’ Amphetamin, das Ott knallt wie Kagawa
Batzen verdien’n, Villablick Panorama
¿Que pasa, amiga? Beamer liegt tiefer
Ja, weil der AMG damals das Ziel war
Trink du dein Chivas oder Tequila
Traube Minze, Doppel Apfel, gib Shisha.

Früher hatt’ ich nix, doch kam heil hier raus
Klingen und Kälte wie Eiskunstlauf
Vater sagt: „Denkst du klein, bleibst du’s auch!“
Heut bin ich ein’n Schritt voraus.

Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Maaaassari, Maaaassari
Maaassari, Massari.

Sippis, sie reden, doch sind jetzt am gucken
Denn sie sehen, bei diesem Eno hier läuft
Bitches mit Nase hoch sind jetzt am lutschen
Denn sie sehen, bei diesem Eno hier läuft
Die Karre iz da, die Patte iz da
Denn dieser Eno, er kämpft für Erfolg
Die Knarre iz da, denn die Lage ist heiß
Viele Neider wünschen diesem Eno den Tod
Ja, Digga, [diosa?], tanzen auf Rossa
Ich bin Legende wie Alex de Souza
Batzen im Koffer, 10k auf locker
Ab 100k gibt es Knarre an Kopf, bra (Knarre an Kopf, bra).

Früher hatt’ ich nix, doch kam heil hier raus
Klingen und Kälte wie Eiskunstlauf
Vater sagt: „Denkst du klein, bleibst du’s auch!“
Heut bin ich ein’n Schritt voraus.

Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Maaaassari, Maaaassari
Maaassari, Massari.

Sippis, sie reden, doch sind jetzt am gucken
Denn sie sehen, bei diesem Eno hier läuft
Bitches mit Nase hoch sind jetzt am lutschen
Denn sie sehen, bei diesem Eno hier läuft
Sippis, sie reden, doch sind jetzt am gucken
Denn sie sehen, bei diesem Eno hier läuft
B*tches mit Nase hoch sind jetzt am lutschen
B*tch better have my money!

Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Chaye, who-oh-oh-oh-oh
Maaaassari, Maaaassari
Maaassari, Massariii.
Eno songtexte
Video Eno

Malefique – Djadja feat. Dinaz paroles

Paroles Djadja – Malefique

J’l’ai croisé, elle m’a mis pas bien la j’suis perdu
J’suis dépassé et pour l’oublié c’est hyper dûr
Elle fait mal a la tête, (ouais, ouais )
Elle veut niquer mon liquide (la, la, la )
Quand elle marche a la tess’, elle met un pull pour cacher son leeging
Aie aie aie, elle kiff la night
Aie aie aie, j’ai capté sa faille.(malefique)

Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Faut qu’tu l’enmènne au carré VIP ou bien dans les îles
Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Faut qu’tu l’enmènne au carré VIP ou bien dans les îles.

Ohlalala, Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Ohlalala, elle maléfique ouais c’est comme ça les filles
Ohlalala, Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Ohlalala, elle maléfique ouais c’est comme ça les filles.

J’peut pas laisser mes soss’ pour une tass-pé
La j’vais peter ma tête devant son tar-pé
Elle, est passée dans ma tess, elle m’a vu cabrer
Elle veut qu’j’l’assure à vie, elle est pas prete
Elle est trop nne-bo, veut faire des bétises
Dans l’VIP elle est en compo, elle cherche les Breitling
Elle est trop nne-bo, veut faire des bétises
Dans l’VIP elle est en compo, elle cherche les Breitling
Moi j’veux mailler, finir à la playa : Miami, Dubai, Pattaya
Elle veut m’marier pas finir a paille, elle va finir à la Zahia.

Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Faut qu’tu l’enmènne au carré VIP ou bien dans les îles
Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Faut qu’tu l’enmènne au carré VIP ou bien dans les îles.

Ohlalala, Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Ohlalala, elle maléfique ouais c’est comme ça les filles
Ohlalala, Elle est magnifique mais maléfique
Ohlalala, elle maléfique ouais c’est comme ça les filles.

J’me pose des questions, Ça va pas durer
Mais la j’suis bourré versuri-lyrics.info
Qu’ont sortent du tiekson, ça c’est pas sur mais, gros on se les jurés
J’me pose des questions, Ça va pas durer
Mais la j’suis bourré
Qu’ont sortent du tiekson, ça c’est pas sur mais, gros on se les jurés.

Ohlalala, Elle est magnifique mais malefique
Ohlalala, elle maléfique ouais c’est comme ça les filles
Ohlalala, Elle est magnifique mais malefique
Ohlalala, elle maléfique ouais c’est comme ça les filles.

C’est Dj Babs ouais et Djadja et Dinaz
C’est Dj Babs ouais et Djadja et Dinaz
C’est Dj Babs ouais et Djadja et Dinaz
Djadja et Dinazzz. (x2)
Djadja paroles
Video Djadja

Bam – Jay-Z feat. Damian Marley lyrics

Lyrics Jay-Z – Bam

Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
f*ck all this pretty Shawn Carter s**t nigga, HOV.(bam)

Shawn was on that gospel s**t
I was on the total f*ckin’ opposite
S**t, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s “f*ck me, mijo”
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this s**t poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options.

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
f*ck all this pretty Shawn Carter s**t nigga, HOV.

Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want.

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Versuri-lyrics.info
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
f*ck all this pretty Shawn Carter s**t nigga, HOV.

Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huuuh
Hear me nowww.
Jay-Z lyrics
Video Jay-Z

Shakira – Try Everything lyrics

[Intro]
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oooh

[Verse 1]
I messed up tonight, I lost another fight
I still mess up but I’ll just start again
I keep falling down, I keep on hitting the ground
I always get up now to see what’s next

[Pre-Chorus]
Birds don’t just fly, they fall down and get up
Nobody learns without getting it wrong

[Chorus]
I won’t give up, no I won’t give in
Till I reach the end and then I’ll start again
No I won’t leave, I wanna try everything
I wanna try even though I could fail
I won’t give up, no I won’t give in
Til I reach the end and then I’ll start again
No I won’t leave, I wanna try everything
I wanna try even though I could fail

[Post-Chorus]
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything
Oh oh oh oh oooh

[Verse 2]
Look at how far you’ve come, you filled y`our heart with love
Baby you’ve done enough, take a deep breath
Don’t beat yourself up, don’t need to run so fast
Sometimes we come last, but we did our best

[Chorus]
I won’t give up, no I won’t give in
Til I reach the end and then I’ll start again
No I won’t leave, I wanna try everything
I wanna try even though I could fail
I won’t give up, no I won’t give in
Til I reach the end and then I’ll start again
No I won’t leave, I wanna try everything
I wanna try even though I could fail

[Bridge]
I’ll keep on making those new mistakes
I’ll keep on making them every day
Those new mistakes

[Outro]
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything
Oh oh oh oh oooh
Try everything

Beau Black – I Got That Feeling lyrics

I got that feeling
I got that feeling that I can’t explain
What I can’t contain

I got that feeling
Some kind of feeling that’s a oddly thing that I’ve got to sing

La la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la-la la la

I’ve got that feeling
I’ve got that feeling that I know for sure
It’s so real and pure

I’ve got that feeling
Some kind of feeling that I can feel it spring when I start to sing

La la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la la la la la la la la la)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la la la la la la)

(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la la la la la la la la la)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la la la la la la)

(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la la la la la la la la la)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (La la la la la la la la)

Janet Arnaiz – Goodbye, Hello lyrics

[Verse 1]
Goodbye and we used to be
That i thought was meant to me
I’m growing up and honestly
I’m see you face so differently

[Hook]
Hello Hello what feel so strange
I’m never new that things could change
I can’t believe that but it’s true
That i’m in love will someone new

[Chorus]
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello Hello
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello

[Verse 2]
That found you left that good times strength
And driming place from yesterday
What we thought has you and me
Has now become a memory

[Hook]
Hello Hello will so it goes
You change my left and picture show
And lay it then we special part
Could now i have you in my heart

Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello Hello
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello

[Bridge]
And now the wings of change
I’ve coming to my life
Each time to say hello
I’m longing for a change you know
Goodbye my love though can’t you go

[Instrumental]

[Hook]
Your it’s time from me in you
To keep me strength and make it through
And if by chance have fall apart
Please help me meant this broken heart

[Chorus]
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello Hello
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello
Goodbye, Hello Hello Hello
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello

[Coda]
Goodbye, Goodbye, Hello Hello…..

Alles probiert – Raf Camora songtexte

Songtexte Raf Camora – Alles probiert

Aufgewachsen West-Wien in den Neunziger-Jahren
Zwischen serbischen Zeichen von Krieg an den Häuserfassaden
Fremd meine Sprache, kein’n Plan, was die Leute erwarten
Sie fragten mich: „Was willst du werden?“, ich sagte: „Ein Star.“, träumte von Raben
Jeden Abend in die Kirche, denn Mama sagte: „Sei dankbar für das, was wir haben!“ (Mama)
Dein Vater ist grad in den Zwanzigern, darum, wer soll dein’n Nintendo bezahlen? (Papa)
Seit damals wollt’ ich meine erste Million’n bis zum nächsten Millennium sparen (aber)
Doch Fahrräder knacken und Gras ticken reichte nicht mal für die Pennymarkt-Marken
Millennium kam, immer noch arm, träumte von Raben
2000er Jahre, rauch’ Bong wie ein Junkie, bin meiner Wolke
Bau’ Beats, die zwar klingen wie Scheiße, doch ich fand sie bombe
Tausende Texte am hintersten Tisch meiner Klasse
Vom Hurendirektor direkt auf die Straße – Schande!
Alles, was ich ihnen sagte, war:(alles probiert)

Ich hab’ alles probiert!
McDonald’s auf vierhundert Euro, hat nicht funktioniert
Der Schulunterricht macht mir Spaß, doch ich hab’ nichts kapiert
Meine Lehrer hab’n mich damals therapiert, dass aus mir nix mehr wird – und ich war frustriert
Hab’ nicht mal studiert versuri-lyrics.info
Von der Ausbildung bis zu Hartz IV, ich hab’ alles probiert
Wusste nicht wohin mit mir, hab’ mich volltä­to­wie­rt
Alle Lehrer hab’n mich damals therapiert, dass aus mir nichts mehr wird
Aber jetzt steh’ ich hier und hab’ mehr Kohle als ihr.

2-0-0-7, zieh’ rauf nach Berlin
So muss es funktionier’n, sitz’ Stunden nur an Beats
Um sie auf irgendeinem Album zu platzier’n
Keiner will sie und die Manager raten mir sogar davon ab zu produzier’n
Steh’ frustriert jeden Abend vor Bushido-Plakaten, träume von Raben
Keinen Cent in der Tasche, die Jobcenterschlampe ist krass überfragt
Null Unterstützung für mich ohne Arbeit und Staatsbürgerschaft
Mach’ Konzerte vor leeren Clubs, hab’ diese ganzen Blamagen so satt
Vor dem Schlafen Bilder von ihrem räudigen Lachen, träume von Raben
2010 – ich bring’ Tapes auf den Markt, nur mit MySpace als Promo
Das erste Mal Kohle verdient, die ersten Schlampen liken mein Foto
Doch Steuerbeamte komm’n rein in die Wohnung, erst kam die Drohung
Dann hab’n sie alles – Schande!
Alles, was ich ihnen sagte, war:

Ich hab’ alles probiert!
McDonald’s auf vierhundert Euro, hat nicht funktioniert
Der Schulunterricht macht mir Spaß, doch ich hab’ nichts kapiert
Meine Lehrer hab’n mich damals therapiert, dass aus mir nix mehr wird – und ich war frustriert
Hab’ nicht mal studiert
Von der Ausbildung bis zu Hartz IV, ich hab’ alles probiert
Wusste nicht wohin mit mir, hab’ mich volltä­to­wie­rt
Alle Lehrer hab’n mich damals therapiert, dass aus mir nichts mehr wird
Aber jetzt steh’ ich hier und hab’ mehr Kohle als ihr.

Jetzt steh’ ich hier
Plötzlich war’n alle dabei, posten Fotos von mir
Ahh, glaubt mir, ich hab’ nichts vergessen, nein, ihr werdet bloß toleriert
Ahh, piss’ von West-Wien direkt auf euren Nobelbezirk
Ah, bis der Letzte kapiert, bis der Letzte es sieht.

Es hat funktioniert
Jaa, Alpha A7 Sportwagen anthrazit foliert
Steuerbeamte am grüßen, sie haben bei mir eine halbe Million verdient
Die Tochter vom Schuldirektor wurde backstage vom ganzen Team sodomisierit, ich sponsorisiert
Ein Rabe im Rücken, der alles um mich kontrolliert
Es hat funktioniert
Es hat funktioniert, jaa, es hat funktioniert
Es hat funktioniert
Mama, sieh her, Papa, guck nur, es hat funktioniert
Es hat funktioniert
Es hat funktioniert, jaa, es hat funktioniert
Es hat funktioniert
Sagt allen, die mich einmal kannten, es hat funktionierttt.
Raf Camora songtexte
Video probiert

That fart – Faze Adapt feat. Yung Romvn lyrics

Lyrics Faze Adapt – That fart

Aye, that fart, okay
That fart.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that fart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that fart
I need toilet paper, that fart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayyy!

Huh? what? that faaart
Still making vids yeah I’m in my prime
Little b*tch, I’m back and poppin’
Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stopping
Spaghetti and hot pockets
b*tch you know I’m faaarting
Quarter pounder burger Kay, that faaart
Hitting stankers like I’m Rain (that’s my boy Nordan), that faaart
4AO where we make that stank, that faaart
Fans trying to get in but we got that gate
faaart or don’t, boy choose your fate
Bangers on bangers boy
6 years I’ve been doing this
Keep talking RiceGum make a diss
You just shot but you gon’ shoot and miss
Got a chain that’s where the rolls, boy
GTR, you know I whip in it
When I skrt you know I rip in it
So loud it sound like you faaart in it.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!

Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte
Oh shayte, oh shayte, that faaart
faaarting on these haters ’cause I ate Chipotle, that faaart
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that faaart (Nordan ayy!)
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah
Yeah I be back on my rap s**t, trap s**t
‘Bout to pull up in a nice whip
Bad chicks, standing looking better than a bad b*tch
In my new car got no key, just a nice switch
Night, got me moving quicker than a ..
Why you moving slow? yeah you’re looking like an old b*tch
All we do is .. ’cause I’m shitting
Better bring the water ’cause this fire what I’m spitting
Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning
b*tch I got the liquer so you know that I be sippin’
All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin’, here, never chillin’
Always grinding ’cause the money only thing on my mind
Yeah, never got that time, always got in dimes, yeah
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy, yeah
Get that nine, ayy, all of my b*tches they dimes
Ayy, yeah, I got the time versuri-lyrics.info
Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it flodded, ooh
All of these b*tches they ugly, ooh
All of my b*tches they pretty, ooh
Running all this s**t
Everytime I go, yeah I step up in your city like.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!

Four mill, yeah I made it, still ain’t changed, that faaart
Going so hard it smell kinda strange, that faaart
Hop on pose man get that canes (get that canes), that faaart
Don’t forget to call the gang
Hop in the R8, head that way
Viral on top of viral, boy
So much it smellin’ vial, boy
Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy
But the coach said I’m too small, boy
So I hopped on Free For All
Shots out the crane, I’m looking tall
If it ain’t about money please don’t give me that call
We only pay .. we ain’t f*cking with the ball.

Yeah, ayy, never play broke, ayy
Turned myself into a boss, ooh
Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh
I’m only drinking on Voss, ooh
Yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin’ to call
Yeah, yeah, they don’t wanna see us ball.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayyy!

Faze Adapt lyrics
Video fart

Sleepwalker – Away feat. London Thor lyrics

Lyrics Away – Sleepwalker

Sleepwalker
You enter my dreams
When I drift off.

You keep out the bad
Things.

I’m not afraid to close my eyes
When you hold
Me
Sleepwalker
Leave a light on for me.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye
You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.

You stayed awake
Falling in my dreams
You stayed awake
Falling in my dreams.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.

Sleepwalker
How could you do this to me
When you disappear
Versuri-lyrics.info
The sun couldn’t breathe
Through the window out into the night
The moon eloped in the morning light.

Sleepwalkeeer
Did you ever really
Love me.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye
You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbyeee.
Away lyrics
Video Away

No love – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – No love

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.(no love)

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a f**k where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived b***h, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, f**k who in the way
.. just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it ..
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
Versuri-lyrics.info
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Why you h**s blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggasss. (x3)
Kevin Gates lyrics
Video love

Sorry – Nothing but Thieves lyrics

Lyrics Nothing but Thieves – Sorry

You might kill me with desire
Wind me tighter than a wire
It’s something that you do to me
I run away like mercury
And I know you think it’s rough
When you’re tryna patch us up
And I say honey what is love?
You just say I drink too much.(sorry)

Maybe I’m defective
Or maybe I’m dumb
I’m sorry, so sorry for what I’ve done
Maybe I’m bad natured
Or maybe I’m young
I’m sorry, so sorry for what I’ve done.

And I’m the t-shirt that I wear
I’m take the thorns out of my hair
I broke your heart so carelessly
But made the pieces part of me
And now it hurts what we’ve become
‘Cause you taught me how to love
It’s me who taught you how to stop
And you just say I drink too much.

Maybe I’m defective
Or maybe I’m dumb
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve done
Maybe I’m bad natured
Versuri-lyrics.info
Or maybe I’m young
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve done.

I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve been waiting so long.

I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve been waiting so long.

Maybe I’m defective
Or maybe I’m dumb
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve done
Maybe I’m bad natured
Or maybe I’m young
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve doneee.
Nothing But Thieves lyrics
Video Nothing but Thieves

Too young – Ayokay feat. Baker Grace lyrics

Lyrics Ayokay – Too young

You take two trains all this way
When you know I can’t stay out for too long
You put too much weight, that I can’t take
I’m gonna break, it’s getting hard to hold
I’m afraid, one day
You won’t be okay out on your own
But I gotta let you know.(too young)

Truth is you hold me back
Maybe I love you, I’m too young for that
And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped
Maybe I love you, I’m too young for that
And I know we’re too, we’re too young for that
We’re too, we’re too young for that
We’re too, we’re too young.

You complain when I’m away
I’m telling you that this is just the start
I need a chance to find some space
To fall safe in someone else’s arms, hey
Honestly I don’t want to hurt you
But I gotta break your heart
Versuri-lyrics.info
This is getting hard.

Truth is you hold me back
Maybe I love you, I’m too youuung for that
And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped
Maybe I love you, I’m too youung for that
And I know we’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung.

Why are we holding on?
There could be so much more
Why are we holding on?
We’re too youung
Why are we holding on?
Are we afraid to fall?
Why are we holding on?
We’re too youuung.

Truth is you hold me back
Maybe I love you, I’m too youuung for that
And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped
Maybe I love you, I’m too youuung for that
And I know we’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too younggg.
Ayokay lyrics
Video young

LANA DEL REY – God Bless America lyrics

Take me as I am
Take me, baby, in stride
Only you can save me tonight
There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
You let me in, don’t leave me out
Or leave me dry

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Even when I’m alone
I’m not lonely
I hear the sweetest melodies (sweetest melodies)
On the fire escapes of the city
Sounds like I am free
It’s got me singing

[Chorus]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America

[Verse 2]
Take me as I am
Don’t see me for what I’m not
Only you can hear me tonight
Keep your light on, babe
I might be standing outside
You let me in, don’t leave me out
Or leave me dry

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Even walking alone, I’m not worried
I feel your arms all around me (arms around me)
In the air on the streets of the city
Feels like I am free
It’s got me thinking

[Chorus]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America (sweetest melodies)

[Bridge]
Even with you I’ve got [?]
So you’d better believe that nobody can make me feel lonely
Because I hear (sweetest melodies)
Even when you talk that talk with [?]
I’ll never feel, never feel lonely
I have no fear
It’s got me thinking (Yeah)

[Chorus – Variation]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful people in it
May they stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America, and all the beautiful people in it
And all the beautiful people in it

Kevin Gates – No Love Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it [?]
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

Keith Ape – ORCA TAPE II Lyrics

[Intro: Keith Ape]
Aye, aye, yeah-e, yeah-e (yeah-e, yeah-e, yah)

[Chorus: Keith Ape]
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself

[Verse 1: Okasian]
[?] muthafucka
Don’t push me, I’m close to the edge, muthafucka
[?] muthafucka
[?] muthafucka
[?]

[Chorus: Keith Ape & Bryan Cha$e]
I said go, go, go kill yourself (ahh)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t, myself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (self, tryna)
Just go, go, go kill yourself (self)
I said go, go, go kill yourself (go, kill yourself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t tryna [?] myself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself (self)
I said go, go, go kill yourself (uh, ahh)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t tryna, ain’t tryna [?] myself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t tryna, ain’t tryna [?] myself)
Just go, go, go kill yourself (just, yourself)

[Verse 2: Bryan Cha$e]
[?]
Think I might go insane, hearin’ voices in my head
Every night I lay my head, my bih’
Loosin’ time, loosin’ time with me, loosin’ side
Every night I lay, every night I lay
Voices in my head, demons in my head
[?] loosin’ sneak, loosin’ ships, they all sheeps, loosin’ [?]
Never weak, feelin’ [?] gettin’ out
How to breathe, and get what I want?
Where the fuck was I when I’m up on none
[?]
Look at my bro [?] and I see no soul
Smokin’, drinkin’, just to take a fuckin’ pain [?]
Mixin’ up these dranks, diamonds fuckin’ hurtin’ lane
Tryna get away, tryna get away
[?]
Left my feelings [?]
Tell me [?]
[?]

[Bridge: Bryan Cha$e]
Get away, get away, get away, get away, yuh
Get away, get away, get away, get away, yuh
[?]

[Chorus: Keith Ape]
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself

[Outro: Keith Ape]
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Tryna [?] myself

Lil Wayne – Dinnertime (Unrelased Song) Lyrics

[Intro: Waiter talking]
Here you are, sir, just how you like
Careful, it’s hot
Enjoy…

[Verse 1]
Okay, come be my appetizer
My fruit, my apple cider, my colada
My papaya, how you want it?
I told the waiter what I wanted
I told him don’t bring me a plate
If it don’t have a rapper on it
Chef Angel on the beat
And me I’m just snackin’ on it
Yeah, I’m eatin’ with my hands
I’m gonna need a napkin, homie
You lookin’ like a glazed pig
With an apple on it
I’mma need a Snapple, homie
And another after, homie
Snap crackle, homie
There goes another rapper
Just consider that bologna
You are just a macaroni
In my tuna casserole
I’m gettin’ fat and you bony
You lookin’ like Nicole
Richie call me Biggie
I got faith and soul
Bowl of french of fries
Tell ’em bonjour
Boy, I eat your food
Hot and cold
And I’m no where near full

[Interlude: Waiter talking]
Hope you enjoyed your appetizer
Here’s your main course…

[Verse 2]
Good ’cause I’m bout hungrier than a mothafucka
Finger lickin’ good never been a thumb sucker
I eat your ass good, never leave a crumb sucka
Never been a club hopper I’m a club jumper
That mean I get the club jumpin’, I’m grubbin
Rappers say, “Hello Wayne”, I reply, “What up supper?”
I could fry your ass up a saute
Marinade ya all day
I like my shit saute
‘Cause all the rappers salty
‘Cause all the rappers fault me
For bein’ the best of all thee
Rappers call on me
‘Cause I’m the best rapper rappin’
Rappers you can call me
The best rapper rappin’
I’m a dog I’m a beast
I’m a feast
Carter get it in order
Order me I oughta be an artery
‘Cause I’m a bloody buzzin’ B
I’m a beast I at least
Should get a piece of that pie
Before I die
Because I if no one else deserve
Now where is my dessert?

[Interlude: Waiter talking]
And now for dessert…

[Verse 3]
Yes, this is dessert
For his and hers
I’ll take his her
Kiss her
Make her pussy purr
Wet zipper
Never tip her
Never fall in love with a stripper
Like strawberries, I dip her
In whip cream, I whip her
I let her melt, then sip her
Like sizzurp, I’m tryna quit the sizzurp
‘Cause moms say quit the sizzurp
But my auntie mom trippin’, she a tripper
And I can eat you quicker
But I’m gonna take my time with it
Like a 3 legged cake I gotta climb in it
But ain’t shit sweet when I’m in it
When I’m in it, I told her you gonna miss me
If I hit it
I’m done with it
And can’t one else can do what I done with it
Not what I done did it
My tongue drippin’
Feed me rappers or feed me beats

[Digests]

[Outro]
Young Mula Baby, hehe

Kat Dahlia – Manipulator Lyrics

Verse 1:
I made my mind
I said I’d never fall for you
No, not this time
Not after the way you fucked me up
You went through the grapevine
And I’ve been moving on
Just like old times
Baby, you’ve been popping up

Hook:
Now I’ve got someone else
You show up back from hell
Right back in your spell

You acting all brand new
Never got this from you
Not when I wanted to

Chorus:
Cause you’re a manipulator
Use me like I’m your entertainer
Heart my love like a heartbreaker
Mani- Manipulator
Manipulator

Verse 2:
Ain’t no question
You know that I’m a fool for you
Just when I think you’re done
You’re reaching out the blue
Only get your attention when theres no one else you’re talking to
Soon as I get what I want I never hear from you

Hook:
Now I’ve got someone else
You show up back from hell
Right back in your spell

You acting all brand new
Never got this from you
Not when I wanted to

Chorus:
Cause you’re a manipulator
Use me like I’m your entertainer
Heart my love like a heartbreaker
Mani- Manipulator
Manipulator

Bridge:
You (x8)
Got this power over me
You (x8)
You never set me free
You (x8)
Got this power over me
You (x8)
You never set me free

Chorus:
Cause you’re a manipulator
Use me like I’m your entertainer
Heart my love like a heartbreaker
Mani- Manipulator
Manipulator

Vocals:
Entertainer…
Ma-ma-ma-
Heartbreaker…
Ma-ma-ma
Manipulator
Manipulator

DJ Khaled – Bitches & Bottles (Let’s Get It Started) (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Ear Drummers!
Turn up!
Ya not in
I said “Turn up!!”
Woo!
Bitches and bottles
You know what is it
Ay, (DJ Khaled!)

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 1 – T.I]

I’m turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck like Balboa, my watch official, it’s uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fo’
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours
I’m stupid rich, got stupid bitches, you stupid thick, in Louboutin’
Don’t like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won’t entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run it
Boy you tryin’ to get what I been here, headed down with like ten here
I’m to answer this unreal let’s say one album and like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ gone, heard nigga bailin’ all try to gone
But when you ballin’ like I do, you know something nigga, they don’t like you

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]

It’s Tunechi you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin’ on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballin’ on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em’
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off piss test em’
Man I’m on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Who fuckin’ wit me? all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I’m on that Mary, I’m on that Mary like Joseph
Man I’m married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin’ fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, now lil’ nigga
My clique realer
Thick as fuck. I’m a big tipper
In the club ’bout 20 bottles
I make a movie like Ben Stiller
Chase money, don’t chase hoes
That peach Ciroc, I’m on straight liquor
Neck froze like cold winter
Stand by me in need a chinchilla
Presidential got plenty rocks
Roc boy like I know Jigga
Riding off in that new shit
I told the dealer you can keep the ceiling
Plenty bitches wanna get the business
I told them it’s my dick decision
Goons with me, need supervision
Murk ya dog if it’s slight tension
I hit once and my mind gone
Tipper’s short but my dreads long
See a star come make a wish
Come take a flick with ya camera phone
I’m in the club and I’m turnt to the max
Better be pretty, I’m turning ’em back
Clique full of riders you know where they at
R.I.P. Chris, I’ma end it with that

[Hook]

[Bridge: Future]
Ay, Let’s order bitches and bottles (Dj Khaled)
Let’s order bitches and bottles
They’re out of era, our models
They’re out of era, our models (let’s go)

[Hook]

[Outro: Dj Khaled]
I make hits, I find hits
And I put hits out

Lana Del Rey – In My Feelings Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m smoking while I’m runnin’ on my treadmill
And I’m cutting up roses
Could it be that I fell for another loser
I’m crying while I’m cummin’
Making love while I’m making good money
Sobbin’ in my cup of coffee
Because I fell for another loser

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wasting my time
While you’re taking what’s mine, with the things that you’re doing
Talk that talk, well now they all know your name
And there’s no coming back from the place that you came
Baby don’t do it

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (I’m making love songs [?])
Drown out all our screaming (Got me feeling so crazy right now)
Who’s tougher than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch, be my guest, baby
I’m feeling all my fucking feelings

[Verse 2]
I’m smoking while I’m running
This town and you better believe it honey
I’m laughing as I’m taking my prisoners
And taking down names
I’m crying while I’m gunning
In the smoke they can hear me coming
If you were me, and I was you
I’d get out of my way

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wasting my time while you’re taking what’s mine
While you know what you’re doing
Talk that talk, well, now they all know your name
And there’s no coming back from the place that you came
Baby, don’t do it

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (I’m making love songs [?])
Drown out all our screaming (Got me feeling so crazy right now)
Who’s tougher than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch, be my guest, baby
I’m feeling all my fucking feelings

[Bridge]
Got me up in this place right now
Making me [?]
Got me up in this place right now, against the wall
Got me feeling so blue
Making me [?]
Gotta leave right now

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (I’m making love songs [?])
Drown out all our screaming (Got me feeling so crazy right now)
Who’s tougher than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch, be my guest, baby
I’m feeling all my fucking feelings

Lana Del Rey – Get Free Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Finally, I’m crossing the threshold
From the ordinary world to the reveal of my heart
Undoubtedly, that will for certain
Take the dead out of the sea and the darkness from the arts

[Pre-Chorus 1]
This is my commitment, my modern manifesto
I’m doing it for all of us who never got the chance
For… and for… (Shut up, shut up)
And all my birds of paradise who never got to fly at night
‘Cause they were caught up in the dance

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone’s game or live my own life
And now I do, I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)

[Verse 2]
Finally, gone is the burden
Of the crowding way of being
That comes from energies combined
Like my part was I was not discerning
And you, as we found out, were not in your right mind

[Pre-Chorus 2]
There’s no more chasing rainbows
And hoping for an end to them
Their arches are illusions, solid at first glance
But then you try to touch them (touch, touch)
There’s nothing to hold on to (hold, hold)
The colors used to lure you in (you, you)
And put you in a trance (ah, ah, ah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone’s game or to live my own life
And now I do, I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)

Demi Lovato – Sorry Not Sorry

[Intro]
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest (I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest)

[Verse 1]
Now I’m out here looking like revenge
Feelin’ like a ten, the best I’ve ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now you’re out here looking like regret
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

[Verse 2]
Baby, fineness is the way to kill
Tell me how it feel, bet it’s such a bitter pill
And yeah I know, you thought you had bigger, better things
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
‘Cause the grass is greener under me
Brightness, Technicolor, I can tell that you can see
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

[Bridge]
Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Oh yeah, talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk, that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

[Outro]
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest

Snoop Dogg – Trash Bags (feat. K Camp)

[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx)

[Intro: Chinx]
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
(Rock party)
Hold up, baba
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
"I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy"
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t what it glitter
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Count it first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar, you know)

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The younger son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
That’s Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
A- about to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

Roger Waters – Wait For Her

With a glass inlaid with gemstones
On a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses
Wait for her

With the patience of a packhorse
Loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic, noble prince
Wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of womens’ incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows
That are nesting in her braids
All along the barricades
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait

Let her be still as a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air
That is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part
Wait for her

Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk
Wait for her

Don’t let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait

Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest as her command

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
Breathe out, breathe in

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Remember the promises you made

Lloyd – Heavenly Body (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Your heavenly body
Lets get it
I’m the man, I’m the man, cellphone jumping
And I’m thumbing through a hunnid grand (Hustling)
Your heavenly body

[Verse 1 Lloyd]
Every time you come around (yeah, yeah)
My heart drops to the ground (ground, ground)
You bring the summer to the winter
You turn a saint to a sinner
You know, you know, you know ya got that good (na-na)
The kind you only find in the hood
Like one of them Caddies with the leather and the wood (wood)
You the one I hit, one I hit when I need the good shit (good shit)
Fine as the DOA, not even the king of diamonds
Ain’t nothing on you baby

[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft
Your heavenly body

[Verse 2 Lloyd]
You’re a 10 with your clothes on (yeah, yeah)
You have the chart with your clothes off (yeah, yeah)
Can’t wait to get you to the crib
So I can break it off
You need a real man, you don’t need no buster
I can tell you left your last one, cause he was a sucker
I’m just here to please you, I don’t wanna hurt ya (girl)

[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night (almost died last night)
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft
Your heavenly body

[Verse 3 Rick Ross]
Took you out the ghetto
Got you sleeping on the beach
Love the hood but gotta keep you out these sucker reach
Pledge allegiance to the hustle, she know I’m so sincere
Ceremony celebrating our last several years
Hugs and kisses, Moschino that Goyard on my Mrs
Club money, C-notes that’s coming for attention
I’m the man, I’m the man, cellphone jumping
And I’m thumbing through a hunnid grand (Hustling)
We the richest in the city
Fighting fire cases Mayweather in the building
Chicks show me love but you’re the only one I crave
Since back in the day before Lloyd grew out his braids

[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night (almost died last night)
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop (baby, I won’t stop)
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft (so soft)
Your heavenly body (body baby)

[Outro]
Put your hands up if you down
I just wanna I just wanna lay you down
Put your hands up if you down
I just wanna I just wanna lay you down

Young Nudy – Yeah Yeah

[Intro]
You Can’t Trust Nobody
I dont fuck with these niggas
Fuck 12
Look what kind of picture they try to paint on me
Drank, I know
What you tell em slime

[Hook ]
Gansta ( yeah )
Blood ( yeah )
Shooter ( yeah )
Killer ( yeah )
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah? yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, Drank Mollies, Percs, Lean, pour me up

[Verse 1]
Look what the molly make your bitch do
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do
( yeah, fuck it )
Look what the percs make Young Nudy do
Beat yo bitch back down
Ima give yo hoe the mac down
WWE Smackdown, yeah I’m talking raw nigga
Beat yo bitch raw nigga, yeah
All in her jaws nigga
All in her jaws nigga
Knockin down walls nigga
Beat yo bitch face up
Yeah I ride around, cake up
Riding round with the cakers
Yeah we heavy bake up
Bake me a pussy nigga, try to play nigga
Ima gone roll you up like a swisher
And Ima smoke you nigga
Yeah you over wit

[Hook]
Gansta ( yeah )
Blood ( yeah )
Shooter ( yeah )
Killer ( yeah )
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah? yeah
Money, yeah, Bitches, Drank, Mollies, Percs
Lean, Pour me up

[Verse 2]
Damn, you try that bitch
Damn, you try that hoe
Yeah, I dont really give a fuck bout that hoe
Give her none but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in the room screaming, Yeah!
Yeah [?], Damn, Well
I then smoked up another blunt
Two cat sounds
Fruit loops, in a fucking coupe
Riding round with the whole zoo
What about you
You through, they through
Im shooting, he shooting
They bout it, we bout it
Catch a body, you ain’t bout it
Been bout it, since a younging
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain’t talking bout no money
Shit, I guess I’ll go fuck on your honey

[ Hook ]
Gansta ( yeah )
Blood ( yeah )
Shooter ( yeah )
Killer ( yeah )
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah? yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, Drank Mollies, Percs, Lean, pour me up