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Spoon – First Caress (Hot Thoughts Album)

Ex-lover, where you staying?
Every time that I come back again
I know you’re just the same
And when you say, and when you say the wrong thing
Oh, I know I hear the right thing
I know it’s just the same

Angel, my love, my first caress
I come back and I find you never changed
Then I think of the years from your love I’ve been dispossessed
From your love, my first caress

All your friends have come and went
Found a way to make a certain change

Coconut milk, coconut water, aw ha
You still like to tell me they’re the same
Aw ha, and who am I to say?

Angel, my love, my first caress
I come back and I find you never changed
Then I think of the years from your love I’ve been dispossessed
Aw ha
From your love, my first caress

From your love
Oh yes
From your love
My first caress

Spoon – Pink Up (Hot Thoughts Album)

If you leave us for later
Break off from everyday
Spend a week in the moment
Take the train to Marrakesh
Just when you would change your focus
We get our own ideas
Go cut down some things you wouldn’t
Hope you don’t end up alone
Everything you think are we are
We’re come to mesmerize
Everything you fear we are we will be
The time is gonna come
The time is gonna come
We got our own ideas

Spoon – Can I Sit Next To You (Hot Thoughts Album)

Can I sit next to you?
Can you sit next to me?
Get the stars out your eyes
Come and bring them to me

I been down so long
I’ve been working on a plan, yeah
It’s just that I been down so long
I gotta give me my mind what I can

Can I sit next to you?
Can you sit next to me?
I walked to Memphis alone
‘Cause you’d do it for me
Ooh, I know you would

All of the kicks from the sticks
All the kicks that we knew
I put all that aside
Concentrate on you

All the kicks from the sticks
All the hits that we took
All them stitches we got
All our brains so cooked

Ah ah ah, some day I’m gonna get where you are
I’ve been down so long
Been down but now I gotta get lifted up

I’m gonna walk a tightrope
Gonna get kicks every night
No one’s holding me back
No one’s changing my mind no more

Gonna walk a tightrope
Gonna get kicks every night
No one’s holding me back
No one’s changing my mind

Get the stars out your eyes
Come and sit next to me
Under Tennessee skies
Down on South Front Street

Ah ah ah, I’ve been working on a plan, yeah
I been down so long
Been down but now I gotta get lifted up

Spoon – I Ain’t The One (Hot Thoughts Album)

When the moon is rising and looking on me
When the night comes knocking, knocking on me
I say, I ain’t the one
I say, I ain’t the one
I ain’t the one that you looking for now

When the man comes asking and looking for me
When the law comes knocking, knocking on me
I ain’t the one (ah, ah)
No, I ain’t the one
I ain’t the one that you’re looking for now
Yeah, I ain’t the one
I ain’t the one
So now I’m leaving you all behind me

Hey, ha ha
Uh uh uh

When the world comes crashing, crumbling on me
When the day comes knocking, knocking on me
I say, I ain’t the one
I ain’t the one
Hey, ha ha
Hey, ha ha
I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one
So now I’m leaving you all behind me

Hey, ha ha
Hey, oh oh

‘Bout to fly

Spoon – Tear It Down (Hot Thoughts Album)

You were out walking the park
I was at the Owl Cafe
When the sirens rang
And no we’re never gonna meet
But I feel you anyway
I was trying to get out of town
You passed in an ambulance
We was in a trance ?
And now we’re never gonna meet
But I feel you anyway
Yeah I feel you anyway

Let them build a wall around us
I don’t care I’m gonna tear it down
It’s just bricks and ill intentions
They don’t stand a chance
I’ll tear it down

Signals you send
Secrets you would never tell
People you’ve been
People you bend to your will
Darkness comes on
And lingers past the dawn
Tension it lends
Tensions, tension, tension waiting

Let them build a wall around us
I don’t care I’m gonna tear it down
It’s just bricks and ill intentions
They don’t stand a chance
I’ll tear it down

I’ll tear it down
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na I’ll tear it down

Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na I’ll tear it down

You were just getting off work
I was down at the city stacks
When the sky went black
And now we’re never gonna meet
But I feel you anyway
Yeah, I feel you today

Let them build a wall
I don’t care I’m gonna tear it down
It’s just bricks and ill intentions
They don’t stand a chance
I’ll tear it down

Hmm, tear it down

Spoon – Shotgun (Hot Thoughts Album)

When the matches burn into dust
Someone’s always gotta be sweeping them up
You done yours, yeah
I know I done mine
You caught a break when I gave you the time
Tell us now, little man, what’s what
You’re the one that had to go show his stuff
You’re the one that brought a shotgun
Yes, you went and brought a shotgun

How many times did you come back and quit?
How many times were you not feeling it?
Calling for blood with your battle song
I’d rather not, got my own thing on
I never wanted to take it outside
You’re the one that had to go bring that fight
Oh, you’re the one that brought a shotgun
You went and brought a shotgun
You’re the one that brought a shotgun
Yeah, you went and brought a shotgun

Another year comes
Another year comes
But nothing’s gonna stop it
Nothing’s gonna stop it
Another year comes
Another year comes
And nothing gonna stop it
Nothing gonna stop it, oh

I shoot straight, my words elemental
Old school South Side like Rock and Roll Rentals
Back when we couldn’t afford the Continental
You and me dreaming ’bout full medical and dental
I never wanted to take it outside
Then you brought what you did to the fight

You’re the one that brought a shotgun
Yes, you went and brought a shotgun
You’re the one that brought a shotgun
You’re the one that made it no fun
You’re the one that brought a shotgun
Yeah, you went and brought a shotgun
You’re the one that brought a shotgun
You went and brought a shotgun

Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)

Rick Ross – Santorini Greece (Rather You Than Me Album)

Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!"
I don’t give a fuck!
I’ll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don’t love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
Restricted license but I’m so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
The bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
I say the bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
I’m Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
Suicide, or rather crucified
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it’s how they do it nigga
Huh! Huh!
These niggas don’t believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God
Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
I’m here for results baby let’s cut the chase
Sticky fingers and paper
D.A.’ll drop the case
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with ’em
2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with ’em
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit ’em
I be half awake and still be running in ’em
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice
Rich forever, killa take my old advice
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold ’em right
And if I want her back I come and take her back
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
Mutulu Shakur
I know your dreads touching the floor nigga
We in the last days, these racist agendas
Blatant double standards because I’m a nigga
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped ’cause the game cold
I’m giving niggas jobs when I sing songs
White man love me when I get my bling on
But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
Respect my genius, all my people Portishead
Room full of cloaks and they count votes
Million man march and I’m taking notes
Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost
Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
So selling dope was the path we chose
And now it’s boats in the Bel-Air rose
Rich niggas and it’s set and stone
Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone
See me in Capris or them Andes
Santorini, Greece with a dime piece
My money long, you know I’m out your reach
Only fat nigga jogging on the beach
Versace underwear but see the ass crack
Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
I’m a pistol toter, fuck I’m voting for? (fuck ’em)
If I could, I’d drop a bomb, let’s take em all to war (fuck ’em)
My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
All the arguments she never called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
Constant visits from the A.T.F
So I copped some cribs in the ATL
Martha Stewart decorated both
Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
It all add up
Big Dog, Big Boss
Huh! Huh!

Rick Ross – Idols Become Rivals (feat. Chris Rock) (Rather You Than Me Album)

Yo this Chris Rock
I’m in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin’ this Belaire Rose
That’s how we do it
That’s all we do
Belaire Rose!
Eatin’ Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don’t know nothin’ about no Wingstop
You can’t handle this, nigga
You can’t handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch
Just take notes
I used to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I’m sayin’?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I’m sayin’?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain’t no pickin’ on me
We veterans so it’s better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin’ money, that’s just a conversation
It’s so hard stayin’ rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan
Heard Barack Obama whisper "Asalaam alaikum"
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn, you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I’ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin’ thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That’s when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit’ll sink ships
Fast money comin’ slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That’s why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin’ raped, boy
Birdman’s a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin’ is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, ‘fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh’ll get to see the light
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
Hate it came to this
Maybach Music
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a coin
But could sense the sentiment, I’m talkin’ all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin’, got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and every Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain’t no penny pinchin’
Knew that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin’ dope, usin’ coke, movin’ like you the Folks
Sacrificin’ half our life for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I’m part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get paid?
Can’t believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin’, nigga
You on an island, nigga
You came to my city, nigga
I let you in my city, nigga
And what hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother’s eye, nigga
FaceTimin’ my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That’s why my nigga blessed
That’s why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
I don’t feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It’s painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When they get the bag
You can’t never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
I’ll never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them
Stunna

Rick Ross – Trap Trap Trap (feat. Young Thug & Wale) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep, beep
I’m sittin’ at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin’
Hadn’t been charged (fuck that)
I think I see the beeper (let’s bounce, man)
Mmm, bounce

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
Couldn’t save one lung, hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
Niggas hate on my sound, ’til I went the first round
Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain’t no fuckboys allowed
Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask, when it come to bitches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ, in the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
You came down for the packs, I sent you back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I was tryna bet the whole map
Out in Vegas, out the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man, I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cookin’ oil base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the stove ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Move, move, move
Bitch, I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good dick and advice
Wraith, scrappin’ my tires, Jameson ’til I’m fried
Famous here but I’m humble, Double M the Empire
Renzel got me all day, I’m Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin ain’t top
I’ve been SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather You Than Me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
(M-M-Maybach Music) Ain’t nun’ changed, nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser
Maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America, fuck it
(Beat Billionaire)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pullin’ off the lot, I bought it cash (woah)
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past (woah)
Her ass be lookin’ good inside the leggings (woah)
But I notice that she missin’ all her edges (woah)
I run the game just by runnin’ with the felons (woah)
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics (woah)
Walkin’ in the courtroom, sippin’ on a beverage (woo)
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage (woo)
Pissin’ on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smokin’ on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter (woah)
Still in a box, got him rappin’ acapella (woah)
Can’t trust no people fuckin’ with the reverend (woah)
I got a chopper, boy, don’t make me be the devil (woah)
He knockin’ on the door and know the password (woo)
Gave me his blessings, boy, I’m hotter than the last verse (woo)

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussin’ down a hundred bales in the bathtub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutchin’ on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the, stoop, hangin’ with my Haitians
The murder’s on the, news, all front pages
Young niggas catchin’ bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stackin’ Ben Franks and bought some Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fuckin’ niggas hoes ’cause they easy
I’m in here fuckin’ niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fuckin’ day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was when I was ashy, nigga?
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy, nigga
Build a empire, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Legoland
Meanwhile, the kids smokin’ like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door? Put the money up
I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats (huh)
Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be (woo)
Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop (huh)
Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know (woo)
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice (huh)
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike (huh)
Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys (woo)
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos (fuck ’em)
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed (woo)
Double M the label with the most pesos (woo)
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors (woo)

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick (boss, woo)
It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
I’m makin’ moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these bitches watchin’ me
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jockin’ me
She on my dick like she heard what I’m orderin’
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (boss, woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She see my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang (huh)
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine? (huh)
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime (no)
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine (haha)
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes (woo)
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline (bang)
Lot of bitches but I focus on my Fab Five (uh)
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride (woo)
Bitch hair nappy girl, you need that rich shit (huh)
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch (haha)
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis (I see)
She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her (I see)
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga (I see)
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (boss, woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She see my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick
Whoo! Whooo!

Rick Ross – I Think She Like Me (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign) (Rather You Than Me Album)

This the fliest shit ever
This that Rich Forever Part 2
Uh, uh
Layin’ in my bed, I’m under these gold chandeliers
Can’t say too many names that had these kinda years
Night sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice cube lookin’ nigga, you know life a bitch
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was the boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin’
Who else could flip a chorus into 40 million
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
8 felonies, tellin’ me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust really, I gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I’m in Portugal
I pull a yacht out this weekend, I’m fuckin’ so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin’ in the grass
Tom Brady my new nig but you can tell ’em that
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me
I’m sexin’ women out on Fisher Isle
I gas her up and let her lick me down
I may name my daughter Hermes
Get my jeweler to decorate the new birds nest
20 million up at Merrill Lynch
I met his chick, he haven’t seen her since
Through the city, I’m still floatin’ like a magic carpet
She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
Expressin’ what you think’ll send your kids to college
Or be a geechi nigga just to keep the Bentley polished
Do it for the dear departed, fuck a Ben Carson
Empire rented, you made a nigga a target
Only one that’s smokin’ up in Goldman Sachs
But I’m the only one that’s rollin’ like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
‘Cause I never put on for the government
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I’m Rayful Edmund mixed with young Wale Folarin
Starin’ in my safe, I’m rather safe than sorry
Diddy, Jigga, only two niggas comin’ for me
I park the Caddy in my livin’ room
Pussy niggas lookin’ for me, I’mma give it to him
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimmin’ pool
If her pussy dry, call her Beetle Juice
I’m baby makin’ in the Malvides
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
I’m the fliest nigga on his bassline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I’m cashin’ in like the Kardashians
My paralysed homie snuck a ratchet in
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

Rick Ross – Powers That Be (feat. Nas) (Rather You Than Me Album)

"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not!
There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth
You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness
Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’
No, he ain’t go that far
Said ‘I didn’t do it, ‘ hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said "fuck school!"
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having, to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I may have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy
At hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile
Some things your eyes won’t see (Uh, yeah)
But when it’s out of your control (Uh, yeah)
Then it’s the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Yeah, yeah)
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la

Rick Ross – Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy (Rather You Than Me Album)

"Reminiscing on that, uh
I remember they used to give us that free cheese
Give you the big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo (Maybach Music)
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?"
Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I still hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words are mumbled
This the biggest
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another Phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s "bonjour"
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour
Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

Rick Ross – Scientology (Rather You Than Me Album)

Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop
Where you must sign a life long contract as well
Welcome
You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contesting
You niggas is stupid thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years, no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame?
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green
This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me, you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
There’s lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you look into my eye
Let’s address if there’s gon’ be no problems down the line
See Confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah, yeah I got a flag of mine!
Yeah, bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah

Rick Ross – Lamborghini Doors (feat. Meek Mill & Anthony Hamilton) (Rather You Than Me Album)

Real talk, so when my nigga Meek caught his case I went to visit him
I’m walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping
Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit
So when I walk through the door, the captain tell me you can’t come in here
Ok, cool
Came back two weeks later, I got access
Soon as I got on the cell block I heard it all the way from down the hallway
My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha
Dreaming of things we can’t afford
But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
I could play a record or just draw the weapon
She know I’m living reckless looking at my necklace
I’mma blow this forty on me, you can save the lectures
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
If I sentence you to die well that’s a hundred shots
Judge banging like a blood, show a nigga love
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
Where I’m at you lock your door and you using a latch
Now it’s stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
Stood tall in the feds, don’t fold on the fam
Tryna point me to the money, no holding my hand
Somebody take me to the bank ’cause it open at ten
Poverty stricken, boy you gotta be kidding
Living like we hit the lottery nigga
I been tippin’ since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin’
And before I had that bag I used to bag them bitches
I’m so cocky and I’m confident
All these killers in my ambiance
Say what I want, nobody’s stoping it
Get off my dick nigga
Where you was at when I could’ve died for this?
Or die for that, real nigga roger that
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Talking to the law, knowing that it’s not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothing, now a nigga in a room
Sweeping rich bitches off they feet like a broom
Double-M G bitch, you know how we move
Whole lot of choppers nigga, I could never lose
I was amazed
Oh how it turned their heads
I mastered the game
Oh how they raised their hands
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
Oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors
I seen this years ago
Picasso on the wall
Like Lamborghini doors
Paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
You banging on the boss, the boy’ll be a corpse
I’m stepping through the door, my back against the wall
My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Love to see a pretty bitch rolling a wood leaf
Phone ringing, smiling like I got some gold teeth
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick in NBC out on the NorthEast
Such a feeling, niggas killing for my poetry
Tryna go back underground, that’s once they notice me
I’m really not the one you wanna handle funny
At the Grammys, my lil’ homie had the hammer on him
You niggas out of style with your wedding vows
I still be making rounds like I’m Kevin Liles
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me stepping out
Started off poor with plans to own more
To riding under stars, the life we lived for
Dreaming of things we can’t afford
But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh

Rick Ross – Triple Platinum (feat. Scrilla) (Rather You Than Me Album)

You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I’ll see my grandmother there
She’ll say ‘Great God almighty, here come my child! He must’ve got here by prayer.’
Did y’all hear that? That’s what my grandmother’ll say
She’ll say, ‘Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.’"
Versace drawers, like I’m triple platinum
Forty cars, like I’m triple platinum
Double R’s on the gates, like I’m triple platinum
Shows cost a hundred, like I’m triple platinum
Triple platinum, Triple platinum, Triple platinum
Me and HOV back and forth, like I’m triple platinum
Triple platinum, I’m out in Cannes, Club Gotha
Double R’s on the gates, like I’m triple platinum
Couple pawns in the lake the couch is in the plastic
Had a phone call with Drake so we could fix the madness
Time for the real niggas just to really cash in
Murals of Machiavelli, wealthy my mind states
Everyday the net worth racing the crime rate
Sweat drippin’ from my fitted giving niggas chills
Only ones who standing still, the ones who on the pills
Summer school and scholarships we said was sucka shit
Straight out of high school they had us touching bricks
In the trap with the white was such a sacrifice
Sentences for selling dope, just pray your casket nice
But I got a lawyer like I’m triple platinum
His retainer was the change up in the kitchen cabinet
Everybody mad at ya when you’re living fabulous
Self made, mean you never out here kissing asses
Still hand-to-hand like they chicken patties
Mad at the world, but you trigger happy
Double R’s on the gates, it’s like I’m triple platinum
Couple pawns in the lake the pistol’s in the plastic
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum
More money than them niggas that went triple platinum
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin’ hard, gangsta, triple platinum
Triple platinum, forty cars like I’m triple platinum
Four hundred acres like I’m triple platinum
Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like a diamond feel
Fire on me nigga, this is not a fire drill
Real trap nigga, live like I’m triple platinum
Marble the floors and put gold on my cabinets
My voodoo lady still keep her couch in the plastic
Triple platinum, they hatin’, niggas alter they captions
Ten years and it’s time for revenge
Paintings on my wall a gift to my kids
Versace drawers like I’m triple platinum
Wore ’em once and disposed ’em after
Bitches fuck me like I’m triple platinum
Like Prince in that purple jacket
Purple rain, pop a Perc’ and half a Xanax
Trap star, livin’ like I’m triple platinum
These are the jewels of many gods, the secret blessings
Scripture’s written on platinum plaques, decode the message
Voice of a legend, Grammy nominated
Ramadan once a year, my sacrificial payment
Stone thrown at my Jesus piece, help me Lord
But tempt me, kill my Judas with a platinum sword
A king, but I’m punished with a crown of thorns
Triple platinum nails force these open arms
God’s child, my soul triple platinum
When I speak, it’s with the richest accent
I die for the ones that I love
All the pain, I just fill it with void
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum
More money than them niggas that went triple platinum
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin’ hard, gangsta, triple platinum
I seen it from afar, blessings from the Lord
When a nigga that’s so sharp, have his conscious loss
Before you buy a bottle, let’s enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let the lions loose
Retaining ownership is all I want in this
Maybe two Phantoms, a bad one that got a bone to pick
Somebody tried to kill me, still I’m optimistic
Told the detectives "Fuck ’em" and I bought a rocket missile
Bathing Ape draped on my label-mates
You not a boss until everybody at your table ate
100 bands on me, really that’s my sneaker money
‘Cause when they land, they be whiter than the Easter bunny
Cuban links on me like I’m triple platinum
The triple beam still up in my kitchen cabinet
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum
More money than them niggas that went triple platinum
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin’ hard, gangsta, triple platinum
Triple platinum, forty cars like I’m triple platinum
Four hundred acres like I’m triple platinum
(Maybach Music)

Rick Ross – Maybach Music V (feat. Dej Loaf) (Rather You Than Me Album)

What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet!
And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
And I’ll be loving you forever
(You’re all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you told me you was a cook
I was runnin’ too long, he was chasin’, didn’t trip
How’d he do it? I don’t know but somehow I got hooked
Thug passion, he’s so compassionate
MMG, yeah, that’s his acronym
Call him D-A-D-D-Y, like I’m in a bassinet
He’s in pieces, he be all up into my fashion shit
Poppin’, rockin’, my panties, they match my slips
Been through it all; I could give a narrative
No fiction, nah, we ain’t no characters
I mean if I bust my gun, you gon’ bust yours too
Type to double up, you know that I ain’t gon’ fuck the budget up
Type of bitch deserve it all, who gon’ compete with her?
He use to have a cold heart (cold heart)
Now my ring finger doin’ the double dutch
And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
And I’ll be loving you forever
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all I need (Dream together, scream together)
You’re all I need (And if we go to war, fuck the world together)
And if we go to war (And I’ll be loving you forever)
Fuck the world together (You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all that I need to get by
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all that I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in a Maybach, yeah
Caramel, she ride on top like it’s a carousel
So infectious, I’m addicted, how would she ever fail
All my works are classic, maybe this my Magnum Opus
Too focused to give pussy to one of my soldiers
The loyalty is deep, she my Meryl Streep
My Michelle, we menage, do that through the week
On the phone, she had me listenin’ to Boyz II Men
I’m tryna be at all the dope boy events
Food stamps, now we dinin’ on islands
Diced pineapples, now she’s my piña colada
Put my coattail on my dog; I thought was my rider
Every day he wore a wire, just like his designer
Some things are meant to be, some thing are meant to be
The day they sentence me, show me no sympathy
If it’s the Lord’s will, so be it, that boy been a ‘G’
That boy been a ‘G’
(Maybach Music)
You’re all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in a Maybach, yeah
She full of confidence, we compliment each other
Got my pistol in her purse so she a cocky nigga
She tatted up and way too trill for cover ups
We both went in, that’s even when it’s one of us
We switchin’ cars right before the summer comes
She my people so I’m beefin’ when that trouble come
Kissin’ in the club, I’m grippin’ on your hips
I’m richer than before; I hit a couple licks
Travelin’, I leave the keys to all the cars
The hallway just like walking through the rainforest
Before producers started sendin’ tracks
Once was a dependent on her income tax
You did the math and said you’d give me half
It was genuine when we would interact
So when I got the bag, I had to double back
Let go a milli, shit, it may be off a couple racks
(Maybach Music)
You’re all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in the Maybach, yeah
There go that nigga
Swim with the big fish
It’s that Chanel music
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
(That Givenchy)
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in the Maybach, yeah
It’s priceless
I’d rather you than me
That’s always
You’re all I need to get by

Javyy L’amour – Deseandote lyrics

Voy a embriagarme con el vino de tu voz
Asi me daras vueltas en mi imaginacion
Porque te deseo tanto … mi amor

Si tu no me amaras perderia la razon
El fuego sera frio, y la luna sera sol
El mundo se detrendria … por eso estoy

Deseandote , Esperandote
Una vez mas
Voy buscando tus huellas
Yo soy incondicional 2x

Chulaaaa….
Mamacitaaaa
Javyyyy Lamourrrr

Voy a caminar por todo el vecindario
Y me voy a emborrachar por falta de tus labios
Y a gritos dire tu nombre
Te amo

Yo te esperare en la esquina del colmado
Y como un perro fiel , espero tu silbato
Eres mi desvelo mami…
Por eso estoy…

Girl’s Day – Love Again lyrics

[Hyeri] Arasseo arasseosseo
Chagawojin ne mameul mitgi silheosseul ppun
Apasseo apasseosseo
Uril injeonghagien neomuna apasseo

[Yura] Save me Save me
Johatjanha haengbokhaetjanha
Tteollineun sonjaba jwo
Nega saranghan naega himdeureohajanha

[Minah] Amu daedap eoptneun neo
Don’t leave me

[Sojin] So baby Don’t say goodbye
Neon swipge ma geureon mal
Don’t say goodbye
Geureojima dorawa Love Again
Mideul su eopseo Love Again
[Minah] So baby Don’t say goodbye
Cheoeumeuro dollyeojwo
Don’t say goodbye
Neo eoptneun nan eotteokhae Love Again
Nan jasin eopseo Love Again

[Hyeri] Aesseo nan utgo isseo
Ureobeorimyeon jeongmal ibyeori olkka bwa
Mianhae nae jalmosya
Ipsul teumsael bijipgo ssodajineun maldeul

[Yura] Neodo gatjanha
Seulpeujanha jebal majjanha
Useumyeo nal anajwo
Sumdo swil suga eopseo eoseo nal guhaejwo

[Minah] Geu malmaneun marajwo
Don’t leave me

[Sojin] So baby Don’t say goodbye
Neon swipge ma geureon mal
Don’t say goodbye
Geureojima dorawa Love Again
Mideul su eopseo Love Again
[Minah] So baby Don’t say goodbye
Cheoeumeuro dollyeojwo
Don’t say goodbye
Neo eoptneun nan eotteokhae Love Again
Nan jasin eopseo Love Again

[Hyeri] Deulliji anha
Meonghani neoman bogo isseo
[Yura] Hwangak gata
Ne moksoriman maemdoneun geol
[Sojin] Han beonjjeum deonjin dalkomhan mare
Nan geujeo chakgakhago sipeosseo
[Minah] Babo gatatdeon nae moseube
Tto nunmuri na

[Sojin] So baby Don’t say goodbye
Pihajima nareul bwa
Don’t say goodbye
Geureojima dorawa Love Again
Mideul su eopseo Love Again
[Minah] So baby Don’t say goodbye
Neo ppunyeotdeon naege
Don’t say goodbye
Neo eoptneun nan eotteokhae Love Again
Nan jasin eopseo Love Again

[Sojin] We should really love again

Girl’s Day – Don’t Be Shy lyrics

[Yura] Hey boy don’t be shy
Don’t play if you wanna get some

[Sojin] Hey baby what you think about
Oneul bam nal kkaewojullae Wanna get together
[Hyeri] Majimak rideumkkaji
Hips Shake neon nae siseoneul kkeureo deryeoga

[Minah] Keojyeo beorin nae mami jakku seodulleo
Ne soneul danggyeoga ([Hyeri] Jogeumssik deryeoga)
Ojik uril wihan byeolbichi ssodajil bam Yeah
([Sojin] Come on Come on Come on)

[All] Baby neowa hamkke nopi naraolla
Uri dulmanui segye gyeolko alji mothaetdeon
Baby gureum sok pureun dalbitdo
Keuge reompeopeopeopeom uril bichwo naerine

[Sojin] Machi neol gidaryeowasseotdeon
[Yura] Neowa nan unmyeong gatatji
[Sojin] Seororeul wonhae
[Minah] Matchwojin peojeuljogakcheoreom
[Yura] Kkieodeul teumjocha eopsi
[Minah] Deo gipeojyeo ganeunde

[Yura] Hey boy don’t be shy neol geurae ipsul wie gyesok
Yes please yuyuhi jayeonseure mikkeureojyeo

[Hyeri] Ajik bujokhae deo yeojal moreuni
Nal jom deo gipge barabwajwo I’ll give my love for free
[Minah] Han eopsi budeureopge chokgagi taolla
Sonkkeutkkaji jjarithaejyeowa Yeah

[All] Baby neowa hamkke nopi naraolla
Uri dulmanui segye gyeolko alji mothaetdeon
Baby gureum sok pureun dalbitdo
Keuge reompeopeopeopeom uril bichwo naerine

[Sojin] Machi neol gidaryeowasseotdeon
[Yura] Neowa nan unmyeong gatatji
[Sojin] Seororeul wonhae
[Minah] Matchwojin peojeuljogakcheoreom
[Yura] Kkieodeul teumjocha eopsi
[Minah] Deo gipeojyeo ganeunde

[Yura] Hey boy don’t be shy neol geurae ipsul wie gyesok
Yes please yuyuhi jayeonseure mikkeureojyeo
[Hyeri] Hey boy don’t be shy ja ije ipsul wiro gyesok
Yes Please yuyeonghae ne nunbiche heongkeureojyeo

[Sojin] I bameul neoege julge jeo dari chaoreun chalna
Geudaero One Two Three nareul gajyeoga
[Minah] Yerihan nae chokgame jogeuphan ne maeumi tto
[Yura] Bang Bang baby keep this slow

[Sojin] Majuchin uri siseon sail
[Yura] Tteeo nael su eopseotji
[Sojin] Neomaneul wonhae
[Minah] Tteugeoun sumgyeori eongkin jarin
[Yura] Sikhil teumdo eopseotji
[Minah] Meomchul suga eoptneunde

[Yura] Hey boy don’t be shy neol geurae ipsul wie gyesok
Yes please yuyuhi jayeonseure mikkeureojyeo
[Hyeri] Hey boy don’t be shy ja ijen ipsul wiro gyesok
Yes Please yuyeonghae ne nunbiche heongkeureojyeo

Girl’s Day – Thirsty lyrics

[Minah] Gutge dachyeobeorin
Hanttae dalkomhan mareul gadeuk meogeumeotdeon
Neoui ipsuri mallaga kkok dareun saram gateun geol
Mwonga jogeum oerowo

[Sojin] Eonjebuteoinga
Mallin jangmi saekkkarui jiteun geurimjaga
Uri dul saireul bichumyeon dul sai yeppeun gieogi Ay
Meon gwageo gateun i neukkim

[Hyeri] Urin seororeul kkeokkeosseotna bwa
Neomu johaseo michyeosseotna bwa
Jeongmal modeun geon hanttaeya
Nan geuge neomu seulpeun geol

[Minah] Dasi han beon deo nal barabwa nan Thirsty
Naege ajjilhage ssodajideon nunbit
Wae neon saenggi eopsi mallaganeun geonde
Byeoge geollin kkotnipgachi Dry

[Sojin] Han beon deo nal manjyeobwa nan Thirsty
Nal dajeonghage sseudadeumdeon songil
Memallabeorin mami baseureojin kkumi
Byeoge geollin kkotnipgachi Dry
Dry dry dry dry ([All] I got you so thirsty)
Dry dry dry dry

[Sojin] Doragal su eopseo amuri noryeokhaedo
Sideun geol piuneun geon sinmanui yeongyeogil tenikka yeah yeah~
[Yura] Da da da kkeutnasseo
[Sojin] Neon chosimeul ilheosseo

[Hyeri] Jeonbu jamkkanui kkumieotna bwa
Jamsi michyeoseo chakgakhaetna bwa
Wae neul modeun geon byeonhalkka
Nan geuge neomu apeun geol

[Minah] Dasi han beon deo nal barabwa nan Thirsty
Naege ajjilhage ssodajideon nunbit
Wae neon saenggi eopsi mallaganeun geonde
Byeoge geollin kkotnipgachi Dry

[Sojin] Han beon deo nal manjyeobwa nan Thirsty
Nal dajeonghage sseudadeumdeon songil
Memallabeorin mami baseureojin kkumi
Byeoge geollin kkotnipgachi Dry
Dry dry dry dry ([All] I got you so thirsty)
Dry dry dry dry

[Yura] Ah hyanggi eopsi malla ganeun kkotnipcheoreom
Chueogi sideureoga ttakttakhaejin ni maeum taeyangcheoreom
Tteugeowotdeon uri dul sainde
Buseojin jogak majchwobwado neon Far Away

[Minah] Dasi han beon deo nal barabwa nan Thirsty
Naege ajjilhage ssodajideon nunbit
Wae neon saenggi eopsi mallaganeun geonde
Byeoge geollin kkotnipgachi Dry

[Sojin] Han beon deo nal manjyeobwa nan Thirsty
Nal dajeonghage sseudadeumdeon songil
Memallabeorin mami baseureojin kkumi
Byeoge geollin kkotnipgachi Dry
Dry dry dry dry ([All] I got you so thirsty)
Dry dry dry dry ([Minah] I got you so thirsty baby)
([All] I got you so thirsty)

[Hyeri] I got you so I got you so thirsty baby
[Minah] I got you so thirsty

Nothing More – If I Were lyrics

[Verse 1]
Just tell me, tell me how to keep this,
And I’ll be alright.
Just tell me, tell me what’s the secret,
And I’ll hold it tight.
‘Cause I don’t want to spend another moment,
Without you again.
Just tell me, tell me how to keep this,
So it never ends.

[Chorus]
If I were God, just for a day,
I would be guilty of letting the whole world slip away.
I wouldn’t change,
No, I wouldn’t change a thing,
I’d leave the mistakes.
I’ll take the blame
And I’ll use the chance
To keep you just the same.
If I were, if I were God just for a day.

[Verse 2]
Don’t tell me, tell me how it changes,
It’s you I can’t replace.
Don’t tell me, tell me that we’re hopeless,
I can learn from my mistakes.
‘Cause I don’t want to spend,
Another moment without you again.

[Chorus]
If I were God, just for a day,
I would be guilty of letting the whole world slip away.
I wouldn’t change,
No, I wouldn’t change a thing,
I’d leave the mistakes.
I’ll take the blame
And I’ll use the chance
To keep you just the same.
If I were, if I were God just for a day.

I’d keep you just the same

[Hook]
If I were God, just for a day,
I would be guilty of letting the whole world slip away!

If I were God, just for a day,
I would be guilty of letting the whole world slip away.
I wouldn’t change,
No, I wouldn’t change a thing,
I’d leave the mistakes.
I’ll take the blame
And I’ll use the chance
To keep you just the same.
‘Cause I don’t wanna spend another moment,
‘Cause I don’t wanna spend another moment,
No, I don’t wanna spend another moment,
‘Cause I don’t wanna spend another moment,
Without you, without you, without you, without you
Without you.

Nothing More – The Matthew Effect lyrics

[Intro]
You’ve been sucking tit asleep in your cradle,
Given the world, you’re still ungrateful.
You bitch and whine, you’re always entitled,
You blame Mommy and Daddy,
You think you’re J-J-J-Jesus Christ!

[Verse 1]
You’ve been sucking tit safe in your cradle,
Given the world but somehow unable.
If talk is the game then you take the title,
Your day is coming despite your denial.

[Pre-Chorus:]
Like a parasite, you got the easy life,
I’m the hand that feeds, you’re the dog that bites!

[Chorus]
I’ll be breaking, breaking, breaking your pride,
You’re sucking, sucking, sucking me dry.
One day you’ll realize,
You’re no J-J-J-J-Jesus Christ!

[Verse 2]
I dream of the day your eyes are ripped open,
You eat your words, spit up and start choking.
Talk like a man but walk like a child,
Your day is coming despite your denial.

[Pre-Chorus:]
Like a parasite, you got the easy life,
I’m the hand that feeds, you’re the dog that bites!

[Chorus]
I’ll be breaking, breaking, breaking your pride,
You’re sucking, sucking, sucking me dry.
One day you’ll realize,
Why can’t you realize?
I’ll be breaking, breaking, breaking your pride,
You’re sucking, sucking, sucking me dry.
One day you’ll realize,
You’re no J-J-J-J-Jesus Christ!

[Hook]
Give up, step back, rewind, repeat.
And then you’ll see one day
That you could be like a star someday,
Like a star someday

[Bridge]
I’ll be breaking, breaking, breaking your pride,
You’re sucking, sucking, sucking me dry.
One day you’ll realize,
Why can’t you realize?
I’ll be breaking, breaking, breaking your pride,
You’re sucking, sucking, sucking me dry.
One day you’ll realize,
You’re no J-J-J-J-Jesus Christ!
Ha ha ha ha!

[Outro]
(Breaking)
Breaking, breaking, breaking pride!
Breaking, breaking, breaking pride!
Until you’ll realize,
You’re no J-J-J-J-Jesus Christ!

Nothing More – First Punch lyrics

[Verse 1]
Another day stuck in repeat,
Another someone judging me.
Another hour I hold it in,
Another time I force a grin.
Another God who doesn’t speak,
Another leader that’s a thief.
Another day without a choice,
Another day without a voice.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it in, I’ll hold it in, I’ll hold it in,
Forget it now!

[Chorus]
I’ll throw the first punch,
‘Cause I’ve kept my mouth shut,
For far too long, enough’s enough.
And you say I’m wrong but it feels right,
And it’s about damn time.
It’s been too long.
Enough’s enough, enough
Enough’s enough

[Verse 2]
Another time that I get burned,
Another way that I’ve been hurt.
Another year too little pay,
Another person in my way.
Another lover says goodbye,
Another lack of reasons why.
Another day I’ll let it slide,
Another way you try to change my life.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it in, I’ll hold it in, I’ll hold it in,
Forget it now!

[Chorus]
I’ll throw the first punch,
‘Cause I’ve kept my mouth shut,
For far too long, enough’s enough.
And you say I’m wrong but it feels right,
And it’s about damn time.
It’s been too long.
Enough’s enough, enough.
Enough’s enough.
Enough’s enough.
Enough’s enough.

[Hook]
Right between the eyes,
Right between the eyes,
Right between the eyes.
Right between the eyes,
Right between the eyes,
Right between the eyes.

[Bridge]
I’ll throw the first punch,
‘Cause I’ve kept my mouth shut
For far too long.
(I’ll hold it in, I’ll hold it in)
Forget it now!

[Chorus]
I’ll throw the first punch,
‘Cause I’ve kept my mouth shut,
For far too long, enough’s enough.
And you say I’m wrong but it feels right,
And it’s about damn time.
It’s been too long.
Enough’s enough, enough.

[Outro]
And I’ll throw the first punch,
Enough’s enough,
I’ll throw the first punch,
Enough’s enough,
I’ll throw the first punch

Nothing More – Ocean Floor lyrics

When did we become these sinking stones?
When did we build this broken home?
Holding each other like ransom notes,
Dropping our hearts to grip our brother’s throat.

I’m on the bottom of the ocean floor,
Eye for eye, drowning just to keep the score.
Blaming the world outside ourselves,
Surrounded by mirrors in a sinking shell.

Metallica – Hero Of The Day lyrics

Mama, they try and break me.
The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they’ve gone.
They’re off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone’s wicked way?
Still the window burns, time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Do you feel your names?
Do you hear your babies crying?
Mama they try and break me
Still they try and break me
‘Scuse me while I tend to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now deservingly this easy chair
But the rocking stops by wheels of despair
Don’t want your aid
But the fist I’ve made for years won’t hold or feel
No I’m not all me
So please excuse me while I tend to how I fell
But now the dreams and waking screams that ever last through the night (echoed between James and Jason)

So build the wall behind it crawl and hide until it’s light
Can you hear your babies crying now?
Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames, can’t you feel your names?
Can’t you hear your babies crying?
But now the dreams and waking screams that
Ever last the night
So build a wall behind it crawl
And hide until it’s light
So can’t you hear your babies crying now?
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try mama they try
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try Mama they try

Adera – Lebih Indah lyrics

[Verse 1]
Saat ku tenggelam dalam sendu
Waktu pun enggan untuk berlalu
Ku berjanji tuk menutup pintu hatiku
Entah untuk siapa pun itu

[Verse 2]
Semakin kulihat masa lalu
Semakin hatiku tak menentu
Tetapi satu sinar terangi jiwaku
Saat ku melihat senyummu

[Chorus]
Dan kau hadir merubah segalanya
Menjadi lebih indah
Kau bawa cintaku setinggi angkasa
Membuatku merasa sempurna
Dan membuatku utuh
Tuk menjalani hidup
Berdua denganmu selama-lamanya
Kaulah yang terbaik untukku

[Verse 3]
Kini ku ingin hentikan waktu
Bila kau berada di dekatku
Bunga cinta bermekaran dalam jiwaku
Kan ku petik satu untukmu

[Chorus]
Dan kau hadir merubah segalanya
Menjadi lebih indah
Kau bawa cintaku setinggi angkasa
Membuatku merasa sempurna
Dan membuatku utuh
Tuk menjalani hidup
Berdua denganmu selama-lamanya
Kaulah yang terbaik untukku

[Bridge]
Kupercayakan seluruh hatiku padamu
Kasihku satu janjiku kaulah yang terakhir bagiku

Back to [Chorus]

Soundtracks – Nicole Kidman – One Day I’ll Fly Away lyrics

[Intro] I follow the night
Can’t stand the light
When will I begin
To live again