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Tyler The Creator – Pothole (feat. Jaden Smith & Roy Ayers) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
My mother warned me that some niggas ain’t my right hand
To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man
His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props
He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop
So now I’m speedin’ and tryna drive away from the fact
That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back
The streets are filled with some clues, like how I ain’t notice that?
(How I ain’t see that?) Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuck in the cul-de-sac
I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help
But what you want for some, some niggas really don’t want for themself
Now do I stay? Do I go? That’s my dilemma
And traffic is picking up, if I don’t leave I’ma get stuck (skrrt)
So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awk-
-Ward, and I heard through some words that you’re off it
I got too much drive, don’t wanna steer off path
And crash and get distracted
But I listen to that weather man ’cause it might rain
Keep my windshield wipers prepared ’cause y’all throw so much shade
But I got jacket in trunk, but that’s in the front
I also got power for both of us if you’re ever in need of jump
Just let me know, my nigga

[Chorus: Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator]
I had to switch gears on ’em
Fishtail in the rearview mirror on ’em (Skrrrrrt!)
I had to switch gears on ’em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on ’em
Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Snakes in the grass, but I walk
I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF
So I be prepared for their bites, they’re all talk
I left the condom in the grass so fuck off
Watchin’ Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it
Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted
I drive by piggies when I’m in it ’cause it feels amazin’
The irony is I stopped eatin’ bacon
Don’t get it twisted, nigga, I’m still hungry, oh he lonely
All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies
But all I can show ’em is a couple cars and more things
That I’ve made in the couple past month, he’s on, please
Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf
Nobody gon’ make a peep ’cause everyone wants some wool
Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool
Man I’d rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with their fleece
See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw
Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows?
One day, "Fuck no," the next day, "Okay"
But fuck y’all, I know that T is four for four
I just want that garden and that Batmobile
Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile
Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards
But my vehicle’s good for now, that’s in a couple of miles
Now keep it pushin’, nigga

[Chorus: Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator]
I had to switch gears on ’em
Fishtail in the rearview mirror on ’em (Skrrrrrt!)
I had to switch gears on ’em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on ’em
Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Fuck, okay, next one
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Gotta watch out for the potholes
Ooh, said watch out for the potholes
Haha

Tyler The Creator – Garden Shed (feat. Estelle) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
You don’t have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there’s something more to say, baby
Them words
Damn, run me back, yeah

[Bridge: Estelle & Tyler, the Creator]
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go

[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hidin’
That is what love I was I in
Ain’t no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guardin’
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn’t read the signs
I didn’t wanna talk and tell ’em my location
And they ain’t wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it’d be like the phrase; "poof," gone
But, it’s still goin’ on
Big fan of the pale tan
Polka dot nose, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies wanna float
But I was always like, "Eh"
Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, "Bruh"
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cookin’ batter
‘Til the temperature that’s risin’
Steppin’ on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn, I’ma
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter ’bout the heat
It will not fuckin’ matter

Tyler The Creator – Boredom (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Rex Orange County & Corinne Bailey]
When you’re having fun, fun
Time flies, time flies, time flies
When you’re having fun (time flies)
Out the window (go, go, go)

[Hook: Rex Orange County]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Ohh-whoa

[Verse 1: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Boredom got a new best friend
(Boredom, boredom, best friend)
Cause boredom got a new best friend (oh, oh, oh)
Boredom got a new best friend
Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na
Oh oh oh

[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
(Find some time, oh)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, I’m serious
I ate ’em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught ’em
If we’re talkin’ ’bout real meals, ask my stomach, he ain’t saw ’em
I’ve been in this fuckin’ room so long
My eyeballs are turning to dry wall
My friends suck, fuck ’em, I’m over ’em
"Hi y’all, y’all ain’t hit me all day
What the fuck is the problem? Is it me?
‘Cause I’m not solved, I’m… bored."

[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Bored and getting desperate as hell
(Desperate, using, texting, amusing)
Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will
Message me with some plans that are amusing as well
Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning
Morning, morning, morning, morning
(Morning, ohh, what the fuck?)
Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance
My stomach angry and yellin’, I need some food, I could order
But I hate eating solo
Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots
And sunsets at the border, yeah
Ringy dingy dong, I can’t be alone
I been starting to feel like I don’t know anyone
So now I’m staring at my ceiling fuckin’ going
Like I have no idea where I’m going
Tick tock
(Damn, gotta get outta here)

[Hook: Rex Orange County, Anna of the North and Tyler, the Creator]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Hey, can y’all help me right quick?)
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator & Anna of the North]
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Boredom got a new best friend
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Tick tock

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
Find some time, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time

[Shane Powers]
"Ride’s over, we got some tickets to see s-"

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time! (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Shane Powers]
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio!
(God I love this sample)
We’re going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time

[Verse 1]
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First… happy birthday!
You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time

[Verse 2]
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

[Bridge]
(Hey)
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

[Verse 3]
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans fucked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
(And that’s a fact boy!)
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And at them Golf boys?
That’s my motherfucking set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor?
Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

[Verse 4]
Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
Yeah right now
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)

[Outro]
Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Bitch
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
"Fuck… Hello"

Tyler The Creator – 10 911 Mr. Lonely (feat. Anna Of The North, Frank Ocean & Steve Lacy) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

Part I: 911

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me)
(Call me) How you doin’?
(Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number
You can reach me, woo!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time
911 (You should call me, oh)
911 (Call me)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin’ on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold out show
Crowd wild out but don’t matter ’cause you not front row
I’ve been lookin’ for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911

[Bridge: Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator]
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line, you know I’ll answer (click)
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Anna of the North]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911, (you should call me, oh)
911, (you should call me)

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the ‘burbs, ‘burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the night line
Work line
Dial nine

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don’t mean nothing, nothing
Nothin’, nothin’, without you shotgun in the passenger
I’m the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw ’em off
I’m gon’ run out of moves ’cause I can’t groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell ’em to call me at 911…

Part II: Mr. Lonely

[Intro: A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The Creator]
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That’s what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (that’s me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin’ lonely
Writin’ songs about these people
Who do not exist, he’s such a fuckin’ phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I’m not Chicago
Heart is low, it’s real low, it’s so low
You can’t lift me up, I’m like Gallardo
From the start it’s been real dark
It’s been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
I’m playin’ like Hasbro
I’m really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin’ ’bout cars (skrrt)
But what the fuck else do you want from me?
That is the only thing keepin’ me company
Purchase some things until I’m annoyed
These items is fillin’ the void
Been fillin’ it for so long
I don’t even know if it’s shit I enjoy (ohh)
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
But that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done?
I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven’t found someone (who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
The loneliest of them all (me)
Cupid actin’ stupid
Do you got another number I could call?
Never had a pet
I’ve never had a pet
There’s more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I’ve never been good with bitches
‘Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that’s where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how I’m really doin’
So I never have to press that 911

[Outro: Jasper]
Ohh! Damn! Damn!

Tyler The Creator – Droppin’ Seeds (feat. Lil Wayne) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

Tyler The Creator – November (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

Tyler The Creator – Glitter (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

[Chorus]
You light my firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I needed in my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time

[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 45, 7 track, 8 for me
"Babydoll", I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me

[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
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How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

[Outro]
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Meek Mill – Connect The Dots (feat. Yo Gotti & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Ayy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch (okay)
32 deep so it don’t matter who you get (no way)
All my niggas hittin’, it don’t matter who you with (okay)
We gon’ whack you if you tellin’, it don’t matter if you snitch
You done told on your homie, you a pussy (you a pussy)
In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies (cookin’ work)
Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it)
Bending through that Bentley truck, they couldn’t miss me
Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that nigga wanna kill me (oh man)
Yeah, bitch I’m talking fifty
If I stand up on my money they can’t never overlook me
White come straight from cross the border, you can never overcook it
This that raw, this that raw, bitch I ball like Chris Paul
I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon’ blame that shit on y’all
Homie said that he a blood, we gon’ paint that shit on dog
Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon’ hang it on the wall
All my shooters trained to go, they’ve been waitin’ on my call
They’ve been waitin’ on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off
To knock you off, brrr

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Let’s talk about the trap, let’s talk about the streets (What’s up)
You looked up to Jordan we looked up to Meech (Meech)
Clean a nigga block, leave that bitch bleached (brrr)
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah)
What type of boss is you, you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco)
Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll)
Drop Rolls Royce, that’s a don nigga (don nigga)
I got pocket seats, them bitches orange, nigga (Hermes)
We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum
Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it transform (transform)
Yeah, you been misinformed
Think you can disrespect the king and hate don’t come with harm
Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm
Milly Rockin’ in the kitchen, tryna make it form (fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money, Christian or Islam
And my tradition send the money soon they said it’s bond
And my lifestyle, don’t leave your house without your fucking gun
The goal to leave the hood but not forget where you from

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
All about the timing and I’m feeling so correct
Got all these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check
We always styling so my niggas fresh to death
No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist
Get out the projects, that’s the first one on the list (mama)
Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is shit (mama)
We impeaching niggas, then we hit them with the bliff
Speaking in silence, it’s okay to talk in code
It’s still lil’ booty boys, and gotta shout the zoes
We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes
I got the don setted on D’s and the lows
Still fly commercial but I don’t do TV shows
Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role
You seein’ money, what you know, you see the most
Versace diners at a Donatella toast
Black in a ‘Vetty, got IG out, watchin’ post
They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce
Who you fadin’, pussy boy, go get a body bag
Renzel records, with your Tina Turner contracts
Still war ready, never run with rats
Once again, the dope boys running rap

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, ho!

Meek Mill – Fall Thru (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Chorus]
You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 3]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

[Chorus]
You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Meek Mill – Never Lose (feat. Lihtz Kamraz) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: Lihtz Kamraz]
Raf Simmons on my shoes
I would never lose, I would never lose
(Infamous, infamous, infamous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh

[Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I’m real that’s in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I’m fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I’ve been through hell and back
Started off broke, lost it all, and I bring it back
Talking before the rap, on the corner, was selling crack
Where was the fuck you at? (Where?)
Make sure you tell ’em that (Tell ’em)
Left on your B-day, I said that I ain’t coming back
‘Cause you stay where them suckers at
I’m too real for that fake shit, you know I’m too real to fuck with that
I could never lose, went and bought some better jewels
Mansion on the hills, with the better views
They was never real, bet they bet I lose
Tell ’em how you feel
Niggas sleeping on me, tell ’em let ’em snooze
When we see them niggas, treat them like they fools
Ayo with the trigger with the half a moon
Everytime I look up, I be in the news
Talking ’bout some shit I probably didn’t do
All this controversy I’ve been through
It can never hurt me if it never murk me
Rest in piece to Snupe, Scooter, and Truz
Know the typa shit that I’m really into
I done put out lil Chino in a Benz too
I’m the motivation for them trenches too
Tell ’em bring up somethin’ that I didn’t do

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
Wins and them losses, turned us to bosses (Turned us to bosses)
Yeah, when them niggas started hated, man that’s when they lost us
Yeah, I seen their bitches switchin” sides soon as they cross us
Fuck ’em
But I never trip and I feel like that ball I’ma tourist (Love ’em)

[Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I’m real that’s in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I’m fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, they put my back to the wall
I done seen all this shit happen before
I can’t forget that I came from the bottom
But if I look back, I might happen to fall
Started out trapping, was packing that rock
We was trapping that raw
Thirty six [??] make it back like a boss
I seen they left, they all thought that I lost
Soon as I win, they all clapped and applaud
I seen my dawgs turned their backs, it was slow
I seen that bitch turn her back like a fraud
You turn your back, you can’t come back no more
Shown the real monster, just cuttin’ them off
Just when they thought, they was laughing at me
I was just sittin’ back laughin’ at y’all
From battlin’ with Reed to rapping with Ross
To packing famous bitches at the awards
Rags to riches on the tag of the car
[??] Wraith and gone’ grab me the dome
Flood the Patek, let it wrap around my arm
Lord, the [??] like we ready for war
And all of the energy, they gon’ remember me after I’m gone
Still while I’m here nigga, I’m puttin’ on
Roll with no fear, I just roll with the storm

[Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I’m real that’s in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I’m fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

Meek Mill – Glow Up (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil’ fish, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we goin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m laughin’ to the bank
All new Blue Benny Franks
Pulled up on ’em in the tank, yeah
That guy just a rap guy
I’m so mad fly and he ain’t, ooh
Pussy left me baptised
Gave me head until I faint, woo
I was glowin’ up out Miami
They all cornballs, they can’t stand me
I finesse her out them panties
I hit raw dog, get a Plan B, hoe
Takbar, that my bro, bro
Old school, that my woah, woah
She fuck me on the low, low
Got her on strings, yoyo
She post up for MCM and we like, "That nigga Jojo"
When we out and we see him he always ask for photos

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ate that pussy she lucky (Lucky)
I don’t fuck her she fuck me (fuck me)
5 mil’ cash and tuck it, ooh
Big racks on me buzzin’
I walk up in Neimans, spend 10K just like it’s nothin’
I hang with the demons, they don’t play by me, we cuttin’
Woo, I was coolin’ out Atlanta
Mix the codeine with the Fanta
Off them Perccy’s, I got stamina
I go monkey off that banana, hoe
Get a bad bitch, she gon’ do just what I say
Pull up on her, fast as Uber in that Wraith
She so bad but she say put it on her face
I feel guilty, I might as well just plead my case, hey

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

Meek Mill – Young Black America (feat. The-Dream) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don’t understand
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin’ Insha’Allah that he don’t make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin’ ’bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, but hey ain’t sendin’ pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the ’40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolls
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

Meek Mill – Open (feat. Verse Simmonds) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 1: Meek Mil]
Yeah, fucking you like I just got out the pen
I got you open like I got the pin
Fly out the city and I’ll fly you in
Girl, yeah, she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it open, lay it down
Had to brush up on it, tell her say it now
Niggas hatin’ on me, throwin’ shade now
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money and I’m paid now
Had to run it up, on my way now
Only jealous ’cause them niggas lay it down
Got her in a Maybach with her pants down
Put the curtains up and put your head down
Do a headstand, put your ass up
If the pussy good, I get a cash out
If you fucking with me, better answer
Balling in the city like I’m a Raptor
She be only fucking with the trappers
Know the hatin’ shit ain’t gettin’ past us
‘Cause you only told her that I only want to hit it
Preachin’ to the choir, you the baddest (Ohh)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 2: Verse Simmonds]
Shawty, keep it open like what’s happenin [??]
We might make a scene and shoot that movie wherever
I’m gonna write my name on my tongue, tongue, tongue
All over your body, yeah I know what you want
Keeps them legs up in the air
All this room in the Panemera, girl, that’s enough for me
I know we just did it, like do it again, girl, that wasn’t enough for me
All these tender kisses, all the way, girl
Then I put them kisses below your waistline
You know I don’t play around
Do you better than the last time
Going it like Curry from the baseline
Triple up and dip it low, lay it down
Hit it like I just got out of facetime
Got her thanking mama for that ass now
Got her thanking daddy ’cause you classy
Got her thanking mouth ’cause you nasty

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lil’ fish talk (Ah ha ha)
Ah, told her that I would protect her
Went to the jeweler, Patek’d her
Patek Phillipe, she grabbing it deep
She caught it like OD Beckham, pause
Had it, but she never let ’em, ah
Hit it ’cause I do it better, ah
I’m in here, changing the weather, ah
Level up, change for the better, ah
Fuck around and be on TMZ
Paparazzi popping when you be with me
I be flexin’ on ’em like it’s GNC see
Got that bomb, bomb, call you T.N.T
Only pom-poms when the wall in
Talking bron-bron when I hit the three
Got you open when we coastin’
Talking wraith talk when we rolling like

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Meek Mill – Ball Player (feat. Quavo) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
At your precinct for my assassin
Tell my shooters, "Do ’em nasty"
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang!
Sipping [?] through the Fedex
Price up and down like its NASDAQ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Meek Mill – Made It From Nothing (feat. Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothing
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothing

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, it North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
I can wear my dad jeans
Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came, nigga
Put some respect up on my last name
No better feelin’ than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
No better feelin’ seein’ lil Papi talkin French to me
All this money, these pussies will never get to me
Why you think you never hear ’bout what they did to me?
Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big money
I’m what you did and nobody stopping shit, homie
‘Cause honestly we give a fuck ’bout your big homie
Fuck it, posted in the Jungle with a ladder
How can they compare me to a rapper?
Did it for attention ’cause he had to
Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
Fuck ’em!

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin’
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothin’

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I always need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let’s see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they do the roast
Now let’s talk about numbers, I really do ’em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run wit a freaky stokes
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Stand in my lane, out of the uzi smoke
You only beating cases based on who you know
Public defender gave him a funeral
Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
[?] religions, he don’t know who to choose
Let’s bow our head over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for peace
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Drew Ali, I salute you

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I just want the money, baby, yeah
Hey, what they want from me, baby
And we still want it, baby
Money is coming, we still run dough
Niggas run up but we never lay low
Niggas kept it real so we never lay low
Never lay low
Running through the money, going way up
Money on the wheel, go way up
The doors on the coupe go way up
It’s so easy to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
Popping on the bub’ and they love a check
Niggas going somewhere, I’ma make it
If you ain’t got my money I’ma take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn’t shine like this
Got deals so I signed like this
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, yeah
I’ma change my mind on you
You know how we do
I’m eating lobster on a plate now

Meek Mill – Price (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Shit, ever since I got money
I ain’t been happy like I used to
They say, "You got pay the cost to be a boss"
Check this
When you the nigga with the money
Somebody go to jail, you gotta pay they bail
Somebody die, they gon’ turn to you for the funeral
But I just be thinking like, "When I’m gon’ be able gon’ able to turn to somebody, shit"
Bosses got feelings too
I done did shit for niggas a thousand times
Told ’em no one time and watch ’em talk about me crazy, run and bite my back out
But I still stood tall

[Hook]
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you’re broke
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

[Verse 1]
This the price of having money
And the price of being great
Had to cut a couple homies
Never heard them tell me thanks
I’ve been washing all my problems
With these perks and all this drank
All that shit just made me tank
Had me drawn let me paint
4 in the morning 88
Graveyard shiftin’ it
A dollar to my name and I remembered it
A niggas said I owe ’em. How?
That shit the sound ridiculous
Tell a nigga "No", and they gon’ show you who they really is
Trappin’ since little kid, did a little bid, but I bounced back like the bullet did when it ricocheted, hit the little kid
This what it is, when the ice cream truck come through
Ain’t have a dollar, that shit just made me to a boss
Word to my father, woah

[Hook]
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ain’t no price on the money
Ain’t no price in the Lord
I got outta the system, I jumped right on the Forbes
When I got out the ghetto, I jumped right on the tour
When I stunt on that Instagram, I’m just showing them more
I’m just showing them better see how to make it through any weather
Back when I said I would make it they was telling me never
Only get one chance better take it, only one shot, boy, you betta
How you survive in the jungle
He be movin’ so clever
I’m talkin’ Tony Baretta to make it back to my son
Talkin’ crab in the barrel, they pull you back where I’m from
That’s why we loadin’ extendos up in the back of the gun
Posted up on that corner see the paddy wagon, we run, whoa

[Hook]
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you’re break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

Burt Bacharach – I’ll Never Fall In Love Again lyrics

What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again

What do you get when you kiss a guy
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he’ll never phone ya
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again

Don’t tell me what it’s all about
’cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you

What do you get when you give your heart you get it all broken up and battered
That’s what you get, a heart that’s shattered, I’ll never fall in love again

Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love a- gain
I’ll never fall in love a- gain

Puya – Fake lyrics

Un buen traje y tambi閚 maquillaje
Una sonrisa de anuncio de colgate
Esa mirada que del cine sacaste
Y en tu mente la cuenta de cuantos tipos ya tumbaste
Siempre con los que esten m醩 cool
Con ese grupito tan c韓ico como tu
Tacos altos y perfume del caro
A ver quien cae hoy a quien le tumbas los chavos

Por el otro lao’ viene bien recortao’
Bien a la moda y tambi閚 entelao’
Con carita que no quiere la cosa
Mirando por encima pa’ ver como posa
Un pendejo con guille de playboy
En su espejo dice que bueno estoy
Con su carro la encanta salir
Es el mamito tremendo figur韓

Another Day – To put up your act
One more break – Give me a break
Another day – To put up your act
One more break – To be a fake

Lo tuyo es una cuesti髇 de apariencia
Malditos esclavos de una transforme experiencia
Malditos esclavos de una enferma ciencia
Que nos quito la 鷏tima gota de escencia
Sale el sol, sonr韊 y nos reta
Quien ser醩 hoy, cual serhoy tu careta
Intelectual, casual, formal o sensual
Oye, que clase de marioneta

En este teatro el bravito es el que miente
Un gran miedo a que no te acepten
Ir髇ico si somos todos universos
Si olvidemos lo supestamente cierto
Una esquema dif韈il de romper
Felicidad a base de papel
Una tarjeta para pertenecer
Una vida sin poder ser…

Another Day – To put up your act
One more break – Give me a break
Another day – To put up your act
One more break – To be a fake

Another Day – To put up your act
One more break – Give me a break
Another day – To put up your act
One more break – To be a fake

Los adoquines, alg鷑 d韆 no existiran
Y yo los piso ahora y me lo gozo to’
… ‘cendiel carro

Los Adefesios Dos – Robots Del Mal lyrics

Tenemos el poder de realizar algoritmos tan complicados.
Somos un nuevo tipo de inteligencia capaz de quitarte el cerebro.

Somos tu páncreas rítmico, pero un trozo de pan es capaz de quitarnos la
Vida de un patán tan inmortal como nosotros.
Si eres tan inmortal, entonces demuestra tu potencial demencial como si
Fueras el gran sacristán de la tumba invocada de Ra.
¿Que acaso quieres ser robot como yo? No bromees, en este mundo no hay
Espacio para los dos, ¿eso es broma?
Solo mi figura prevalecerá siendo capaz de reemplazar la humanidad,
Estúpida humanidad.

Tengo que parar la maquina del mal,
La abominable destrucción tu ego.
Tengo que parar la maquina del mal,
Invisible a mis ojos pero sensable a mi corazón.
Tengo que parar la maquina del mal,
El interruptor del orador impulsado por la maldición, ¡oh no!
La maquina del mal,
El veneno y la toxina que quedará en el todo.

Somos imparables a la comprensión humana.
Quizás no lo comprendes, pero no hay vuelta atrás.
Una vez arrasada la humanidad,
No hay vuelta atrás con este mal.

Facing West – Lifeline lyrics

I don’t know how to turn
These feelings into words
They’re churning deep inside

Down my stained cheek they’ll slide
And I know I should feel fine

I’m standing high and dry
But I can hardly breathe
‘Cause these tears I hold inside
Are pulling me
Into the deep like the tide
I’m losing faith in my mind
And I’m drifting
Looking for a lifeline
Hey yeah

On the surface I may seem
Serene and glittering
But look into my eyes
Can you see past my disguise
I don’t know how to be alright

I’m standing high and dry
But I can hardly breathe
‘Cause these tears I hold inside
Are pulling me
Into the deep like the tide
I’m losing faith in my mind
And I’m drifting
Looking for a lifeline
Hey yeah
I feel that restless wind
Call my name again
It’s pulling me back in
But I’m drowning drowning
And I’ll try to stay strong
Hold my breath and fight on
But I feel pretty far gone
And I need something to hold on

I’m standing high and dry
But I can hardly breathe
‘Cause these tears I hold inside
Are pulling me
Into the deep like the tide
I’m loosing faith in my mind
And I’m drifting
Looking for a lifeline

Ivet Vidal – Black Like Night lyrics

Babe, I should have know you weren’t easy
Babe, I should have know you’d never need me

Every moment in your eyes, every promise about us
It was all a lie, a lie

You said that your love would last, always till the end of time
It was all a lie

I should have notice that your heart is black
Like night
I should have notice that your heart is black
Like night

Your heart is black like night babe

I should have known from the beginning
Oh Babe, but you devoured me completely

Every word and every smile
Every morning by your side
It was all a lie, a lie

All the things I tough we had
Every day and every night
It was all a lie, a lie

I should have notice that your heart is black
Like night
I should have notice that your heart is black
Like night

Your heart is black like night babe

You don’t care about pain
I am trapped your game
Prisoner of my weakness, of a love I though would change one day I swear
I’ll never fall again

Again you’re black like night
You’re black, black like night

Every moment in your arms
Every promise about us
Every word and every smile
Every morning by your side

Your heart is black like night babe
Your heart is black like night babe

Elizabeth Everts – Glow lyrics

We meet and walk beside all those thoughts that might collide
No need to confide, I don’t need this outlined

Here we sit, breathe the sunset
City lights below
In this we glow

Staring at the time, all at once my thoughts capsize
You sent your troops inside and your best of spies

Here we sit, breathe the sunset
City lights below
In this we glow

Feel our flow (can you still?)
Life in tow (remind me again)
I already know (I try try try)
You have to go

You’d take me there (you said so)
Too much to bear (I’m no criminal)
We didn’t dare (I try try try)
Too much to bear

How big is this divide or is that classified
Watching me by the fireside, she’s in disguise

Here we sit, breathe the sunset
City lights below
In this we glow

Selkirk Range – Cold Coffee lyrics

There’s no need for whiskey-
This don’t call for a toast
I keep my spirits sober-
When I commune with ghosts

Take a mouthful and let it linger on
Cold coffee in my cup tonight

A winter storm west county-
They were closing down the road
I pulled into town-
Where I found you alone

In that restaurant, at that table we lingered on
Cold coffee in my cup tonight

A Rocky Mountain vista-
With its thirsty sky
We drank up those old foothills-
Then said goodbye

The sun’s going down now, let it linger on
Cold coffee in my cup tonight

Emily Estefan – Ask Me To lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you ask me to disappear from view,
Open avenues to revelate.
Leisure rendezvous when I sang for you
Pointless lilt, unproved melodies.

[Chorus]
Forgive me, Love,
Erase my name
And I will drown you in elixir.
Oh, the things I’ve said to you.

Ignore the ache.
Don’t waste your sunshine,
You won’t make it through my winter.
You won’t make it through my winter.
You won’t make it.

[Verse 2]
When I ask you to
Be the older you,
Turn the other way
I’ll be okay.

Locking gates to worlds
Old and unobserved,
Dusting reveries in gentle chains.

[Chorus]
Forget me, Love.
Replace my name
And I will drown you in elixir.
Oh, the things I’ve said to you.

Ignore the ache.
Dont waste your sunshine,
You won’t make it through my winter.
You won’t make it through my winter.
You won’t make it.

[Bridge]
Rest the easiest of easies now.
I’ve found the corner of the earth.
Well deserved.

[Chorus]
Regret me, Love.
Resist my name
And I will drown you in elixir.
Oh, the things I’ve said to you.

Ignore the ache.
Dont waste your sunshine,
You won’t make it through my winter.
You won’t make it through my winter.
You won’t make it.

If you ask me to.

Janet Arnaiz – Time After Time lyrics

[Spoken]
Oh boy, here i am your dialling number
Sometimes i really don’t know how you feel about me
But i’m gonna let you know how it feel about you

[Verse 1]
Time after time, what we’re together
I tell you i love you now and forever
You’re doing me wrong
There’s nothing i can do
We’ve been through days
When nothing would go right
In your arms your holding me so tight
Please won’t you left me come into your heart
We Would Make Love
Through any weather
Come to the movies town up together
Hey won’t you seen boy what your doing to me

[Bridge]
Boy, why don’t you just understand
Why i’ve got to be your girl
Why don’t you let yourself go
Don’t you know

(Time, Time After Time)

[Verse 2]
Time after time
My feelings are so hurt
It will take all very still make our love work
I’ll give your love
You just me a chance
Once in your live
I see them this is real
Will it be pain and sorrow i feel
If this is love you can see it through my eyes
Remember the days
When we would just hold hands
Holding and kissing all thought feeling
Come through the times when i knew you cared

[Bridge]
Boy, why don’t you just understand
Why i’ve got to be your girl
Why don’t you let yourself go
Don’t you know

[Fade]
Time after time, what we’re together
I tell you i love you now and forever
You’re doing me wrong
There’s nothing i can do

(Time, Time After Time) (2x)

God Church – RiceGum lyrics

Lyrics RiceGum – God Church

I was broke but I’m living in the hills now
I was crazy but this ice made me chill out
No 20’s, I need blue on my bills
I’m not like Kylie Jenner, everything I got is real now
When I’m out, you be staring like a sightseer
I will not call her baby, I’m not like Bieber
I don’t ever give an F like a nice teacher
f*ck it, I’m just keeping it 100 like a high fever
Thought I told you that you need to go and wash your face
You’re 17, she’s 21 you trying to catch a case
DM after DM you was trying to take me on a date
Go vlog stop rapping trying to ride the f*cking wave (splash)
They used to hate, tell me that I wasn’t going far
Look at me now I be pullin up in foreign cars
Which one versuri-lyrics.info
B***h I cannot pick one
He said it’s the rari or the range or the big one (Aye)
Y’all ain’t, really doing much
Nah y’all ain’t cool with us
Hate on me you f*cked up in the head, like Supercuts
I’m in the hills just Uber up
I’m not paying I do enough
Your girl like Blac Chyna, ’cause all she wanna do is f*ck.(god church)

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like who.

Shut yo a*s up
Go and get your cash up
She done got ran through
Magcon
Smashed up
Your man gave you followers don’t know why you gassed up
I’m running with the subs and the views you can’t catch up
Used to be a big fan I’m your f*ckin idol
Hit me up tried to link but I’m not a bio
Can’t rap like those blonde brothers from Ohio
Now I got em all doing songs trynna take my style (Aye)
Money talks yeah my money gets annoying (Aye!)
Juice digger chase the clout from your boyfriend (Aye!)
B***h I got more plugs than modem (Aye!)
I got carrots in my ice like a snowman (Aye!)
How you gonna let your girl have a better verse
That’s your girl? She a stick, she ain’t got curves
She a hoe yeah You fell into the thot curse
Dropped merch and it’s selling like a god church.

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like whooo.
RiceGum lyrics
Video Church

Roy Woods – Whole Lot Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
? as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like ?
I ain’t talkin ?
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swing when ?
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say rest ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta ?, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn ?, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face ?

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

Luzifer – Kollegah songtexte

Songtexte Kollegah – Luzifer

Egal, wie du’s siehst, das Leben ist ‘ne B***h
Entweder f*ckst du sie oder sie f*ckt dich
Immer knapp vor dem Burnout, Shootingstar
Goldchain im Nacken – Luzifer.

Vom kleinen Piranha zum größten Haifisch im Becken
Auf Seide gebettet, B***h, denn ich schuf ein Empire durch Rappen
Was ich zur Schulzeit hatte, war leider nur’n wackes
Sechserzeugnis wie dein fetter Säugling, heute mach’ ich Scheine mit Texten
Ich kam weite Strecken, hab’ Scheiße gefressen versuri-lyrics.info
Der Plan ging auf wie damals meine Seitenairbags beim durch die Leitplanke brechen
Als mir paar Neider wegen klein’n Geschäften die Reifen zerstechen
B***h, heute steig’ ich in den Aston wie ein Weißbüscheläffchen
Du siehst die meisten schon bei jeder Kleinigkeit, wenn es Stress gibt
Die Seiten wechseln wie bei defekten Geigen in Streicherorchestern
Ich zeig’ kein Zeichen von Schwäche und mach’s wie Dartscheiben
Denn hältst du deinen Kreis klein, ist es schwerer, ihn mit Pfeilen zu treffen
Ich kicke Liveshows vor dreitausend Gästen, mein iPhone-Lächeln
Ist heut breiter als DJ Arow bei Nightlinersessions
Die Weißgoldkette scheint, der Leitwolf im Westen
Der ganze Reichtum hat nur einen Haken, B***h: auf meiner Life-To-Do-Checklist.

Egal, wie du’s siehst, das Leben ist ‘ne B***h
Entweder f*ckst du sie oder sie f*ckt dich
Harte Schale, harter Kern – Jupiter
Goldchain im Nacken – Luzifer
Egal, wie du’s siehst, das Leben ist ‘ne B***h
Entweder f*ckst du sie oder sie f*ckt dich
Immer knapp vor dem Burnout, Shootingstar
Goldchain im Nacken – Luzifer.

Geld macht nicht glücklich – was für’n Schwachsinnsgelaber!
Ich sitz’ lieber heulend im Sportwagen als heulend auf ‘nem klapprigen Fahrrad
Die Jagd nach Maximal-Para, in dieser abgefuckten Plastikwelt
Trag’ ich ‘ne Maske, Partner, so wie 18 zum Karat
Und distanzier’ mich von Menschen
Denn mit deinem Vertrauen schenkst du ihnen auch die Macht, dich gezielt zu verletzen
Im Kopf ist Leere, volles Konto, doch verschlossene Seele
Denn dieser Schlüssel zum Erfolg schließt den goldenen Käfig
In diesem Reallifegame, yeah
Meine Brüder würden für mich einsitzen, deine nicht mal für dich einsteh’n
Siegerlächeln für die Kamera, doch all die goldenen Platten, sie heilen niemals diesen scheiß Pain in my Brain
Egal, ich f*ck’ das Game ohne Gleitcreme
Emotionen abgetötet, immer cool, egal, was kommt, ich bleib’ steh’n
Reiß’ ab auf der Livestage, drei Chains
Voller Steine, blende dein Face, B***h – Ice Age
Sitz’ alleine im Backstage
Jedes Geräusch ein Störlaut, Zeichen von Burnout
Doch ich gebe keinen f*ck, nur, wer ‘ne P***y ist, hört drauf
Yeah, ich ersticke jede minimale Melancholie dann sofort im Keim und zerf*cke weiter das Rapgame – Knockout, first Round
Wer will mich f*cken? Ich bin Kollegah der Boss und gebe das Kommando, B***h, also besser du hörst drauf!

Egal, wie du’s siehst, das Leben ist ‘ne B***h
Entweder f*ckst du sie oder sie f*ckt dich
Harte Schale, harter Kern – Jupiter
Goldchain im Nacken – Luzifer
Egal, wie du’s siehst, das Leben ist ‘ne B***h
Entweder f*ckst du sie oder sie f*ckt dich
Immer knapp vor dem Burnout, Shootingstar
Goldchain im Nacken – Luziferrr.
Kollegah songtexte
Video Kollegah

Maille – Riles lyrics

Lyrics Riles – Maille

I’m making this beat while on a flight, flight, flight
New York City, business class, alright, right, right
Don’t go there for holidays so why, why, why
Ain’t no secret nigga I just maille, maille, maille
Hotels, hotels, I don’t pay it’s fine, fine, fine
Started from my bedroom, see me shine, shine, shine
I’m gon meet Riri next week so why, why, why
Ain’t no secrets nigga I just mailleee, mailleee, mailleee.

Paint the picture,
Think about it everyday until it’s eats you
Until your life is just a way to smack that vision
Blind like a racer, don’t look beside you
Keep on runnin’ without caring ‘bout the opponent
40 songs later I’m outside my content
All around the world my city I represent
I figured out I’m the first and the last one
Hey man, brake it down
We want to spend time with ya
I don’t spend it anymore, my clock account is overdrawn
Hey sis’, versuri-lyrics.info
Never quit
They know who your brother is
You gon’ be exposed to lotta hypocrisy
Watch your friends.

I’m making this beat while on a flight, flight, flight
New York City, business class, alright, right, right
Don’t go there for holidays so why, why, why
Ain’t no secret nigga I just mailleee, mailleee, mailleee
Hotels, hotels, I don’t pay it’s fine, fine, fine
Started from my bedroom, see me shine, shine, shine
I’m gon meet Riri next week so why, why, why
Ain’t no secrets nigga I just mailleee, mailleee, mailleee.

Checks on the flight
Arrested 3 times
Interrogations, my look is not right
Scars on my face
Afraid of my name
Why you here for?
B***h I’m here to f**k the game, up
Feeling wassup
Rilèsundayz’s location moving fast
Yet, still
Me behind me
Fire the engineer cuz I am mine
Thinking ‘bout every move before I sign
It is a game of chess, not a Simon
I’m not impressed by your racks or your mics
Man, I’d rather my mix, even if I go blind
Who the f**k is ‘front my face?
Work with him so talk like this
Got a really pretty face
But I won’t remember the name
Who the f**k is on my dick?
Ouh you’re trynna be my friend
I’m to paranoid, you’re too nice
There’s something hidden thereee.
Riles lyrics
Video Riles