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Joe Simon – Message From Maria lyrics

I’m sitting home alone in sorrow and misery
Wishing that my Maria, oh, was here to comfort me
Forgetting like the raven
She said never never more more
Then suddenly there came a knock upon a door

And the voice said, I got a message from Maria
I open me
Once again I can see her
I got a message from Maria
I hope she’s asking me to free her

Listen to me good now

Maria wrote and said my love for you still lingers on
But by the time you read this letter, honey, I may be gone
I saw the teardrop stain on the page while Maria cried
Still though someone wrote
She called your name just before she died

(I got a message from Maria) I cried
Because I’m in a sad mood
Oh, honey, I’m crying
Because I don’t know what to do
(I got a message from Maria)
I can’t say no more, ’cause I’m sad

Andy’s Messianic Music – Debt Free lyrics

God once made a full and perfect sacrifice
Oblation and atonement for the sins of the world
Then the Lamb ascended to His Father’s side
And there He reigns forever and will come to rule the Earth
We are debt free we are debt free we are debt free the slate has been wiped clean
He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us from the bondage of slavery
We are designed to love Messiah we are designed to love the Lamb
We are designed to walk in spirit with the Savior hand in hand
No other love can make you happy no other love can make you glad
No other love can set your heart free from the sin that makes you sad
We are debt free we are debt free we are debt free the slate has been wiped clean
He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us from the bondage of slavery
Substitution substitution substitution His body for my life
Restitution restitution restitution was bought at a dear price
We are designed to love Messiah we are designed to love the Lamb
We are designed to walk in spirit with the Savior hand in hand
No other love can make you happy no other love can make you glad
No other love can set your heart free from the sin that makes you sad
We are debt free we are debt free we are debt free the slate has been wiped clean
He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us from the bondage of slavery

Andy Wallin – Debt Free lyrics

God once made a full and perfect sacrifice
Oblation and atonement for the sins of the world
Then the Lamb ascended to His Father’s side
And there He reigns forever and will come to rule the Earth
We are debt free we are debt free we are debt free the slate has been wiped clean
He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us from the bondage of slavery
We are designed to love Messiah we are designed to love the Lamb
We are designed to walk in spirit with the Savior hand in hand
No other love can make you happy no other love can make you glad
No other love can set your heart free from the sin that makes you sad
We are debt free we are debt free we are debt free the slate has been wiped clean
He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us from the bondage of slavery
Substitution substitution substitution His body for my life
Restitution restitution restitution was bought at a dear price
We are designed to love Messiah we are designed to love the Lamb
We are designed to walk in spirit with the Savior hand in hand
No other love can make you happy no other love can make you glad
No other love can set your heart free from the sin that makes you sad
We are debt free we are debt free we are debt free the slate has been wiped clean
He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us He’s redeemed us from the bondage of slavery

Randy Houser – Back To God lyrics

Have you looked around, have you heard the sound
Mama’s cryin’
Or do you turn away when you see the face
Of the innocent dyin’

In these darkest days are you not afraid
That it’s too late

You gotta get down on your knees, believe
Fold your hands and beg and plead
You gotta keep on praying

You gotta cry, ram tears of pain
Pound the floor and scream His name
‘Cause we’re still worth saving

We can’t go on like this and live like this
We can’t love like this
We gotta give this world back to God

Have you lost a love? Do you feel like givm’ up?
Has your heart been broken?
Are your kids okay? Will they come home safe?
And do you he there hoping?

You can make a wish, you knock on wood
It won’t do no good

You gotta get down on your knees, believe
Fold your hands and beg and plead
You gotta keep on praying

You gotta cry, ram tears of pain
Pound the floor and scream His name
‘Cause we’re still worth saving

Can’t go on like this and live like this
We can’t love like this
Gotta give this world back to God

You gotta get down on your knees, believe
Fold your hands and beg and plead
You gotta keep on praying

You gotta cry, ram tears of pain
Pound the floor and scream His name
‘Cause we’re still worth saving

Can’t go on like this and live like this
We can’t love like this
You can hope the best, make a wish, the only answer is
We give this world back to Cod

Cotta give this world back to Cod
Give this world back to Cod

Emmy The Great – Somerset lyrics

All the greats, all the masterworks
On your desk, let them go a while
And come outside, let’s talk about
Something that’s real, like
Please don’t get over me
Cuz I’ve heard that you met someone
What’s her name? What’s she like to love?
And I guess that this is coming late in the day
But please don’t get over me

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tennessee Williams
Come on, let’s talk about something different
Tell me you’re sorry, I’ll say I’m sorry too
Becuz I can’t get over you
Tadada-tadada-dada-dada
Tadada-tadada-dada-dada
I can’t get over…

Tennessee Williams, Somerset Maugham
I don’t care about all that
Classical records, Dinosaur Jr
I don’t care about all that
Just tell me you’re sorry
I’ll say I’m sorry too cause you’re distant
I didn’t come to you, now I can’t get over

All the greats on your reading list
Kept you safe through the hours I’ve missed
Are they enough for you now that
I’ve set you free? Please don’t get over me
Please don’t get over me

Tyga – Act Ghetto lyrics

[Hook: Tyga]
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

[Verse 1: Tyga]
She wear diamond on her pussy, diamonds on neck, yeah (Uh)
Talking out her neck? demand respect
Yeah, she wanna act ghetto , getting drunk on the set
Gonna drink it out the bottle, flip the finger when she ready
Fuck it when she dance, touch it when she dance
Feelin’ on her friends, do it for the ‘gram
Yeah, she wanna hold a nigga hand, kiss a nigga face
All up in the line, at Mac Donalds, yeah
She just wanna shake, she wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna, might make me wear Puma
Gettin’ checks like Kylie, yeah, everyday I do it, yeah
Yerstaday, I did it, everytime I’m with her

[Hook: Tyga]
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She just wanna get her booty done
And she give me head while she chewing gum
Got those fabulous, she’s a bootiful
She ain’t got home training, she got Uber tho
She just text me O-M-W with two XOs
Only thing she always coming through is project hoes
Gotta put my jewellery up, gotta hide that dough
All I know is pussy hoes and Pyrex hoes
Woo, oh shit, oh shit, I’m so Hollygrove
Yellow bone suck my glow stick, now she got that glow
Oh, let me go squad, we keep that metal
And them birds, she ain’t sleeping feather, she just ghetto

[Hook: Tyga, Lil Wayne, Both]
Act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper (Tune) rap like a nigga (Lil Tune)
She just wanna rub her tities pop her ass
She just wanna (Tune)act ghetto when the cameras flash (Young Mula Baby)
She just wanna act ghetto (Tyga with her)
She just wanna act ghetto (Yeah)
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Tyga]
She wanna jump in a Jacuzzi, jump in a Ferrari, (Yeah)
Suckin’ on a Lolli, riding in my di carte (Skrr)
Stumbling through the lobby, pulling off her dress (Woah)
Wanna change off them heels, throw off the sweats (Mm)
I love when her hair in a bun (Bun)
Honey-bun pussy on my tongue
Smacking on her ass, smacking on her gum
Counting all this cash, cutting up my thumb
She just wanna shake, she wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna
Cut her hair, tat her body, keep it thug in her life, this why I always keep her by me (Yeah)

[Hook: Tyga]
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

Tyga – 100’s lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Running up the set, throwing up the set, bitches on set (Yeah)
Got bitches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me bitch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me bitch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele

[Hook: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

[Verse 2: A.E.]
Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and nobu
Drunk off the sake and the [??] juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-[??]
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move

[Hook: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Girl’s Day – I’ll Be Yours lyrics

[Hyeri] Jigeum mwohae I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
Gatgo sipji I’ll be yours
Maybe I’ll be yours

[Minah] Ooh Wee Baby mwoga geuri
Geobi nani
Jom deo dagawa bwa
[Sojin] Jeogibuteo beolsseo nae apkkaji
Check It On Me
Ttaraman ol geoni

[Minah] Jakkuman hetgallige
Nareul milgo danggiji
[Sojin] Eoneusae ppajyeodeulji
Mangseoridan nareul nohchilgeol Whoo

[Yura] Oh wae naega joheunji deullyeojwo
Aeman taeuji malgo useobwa
Namjadapge deo kulhage malhaebwa

[Sojin] Jigeum mwohae I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
Gatgo sipji I’ll be yours
Maybe I’ll be yours
[Minah] Wait a minute I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
Ne nuneseo ttuk tteoreojineun
Kkulcheoreom deo dalkomhage
Malhaejulge I’ll be yours

[Sojin] Ooh Wee baby gamtanhagetji
Banjjagineun Me
Like a popping champagne
Ttaeron Chic hage bakkwodo johji
Tto budeureopge
Maeryeogeul pyeolchiji

[Minah] Eoseo nuneul gamgoseo
Jusawireul gullyeobwa
Eodirodeun gwaenchanha
Gyeolguk naege oge doelteni Whoo

[Hyeri] Oh bokjaphan saenggageul biwobwa
Eosaekhan ne maeumdo deonjyeobwa
Namjadapge ne jinsimeul malhaebwa

[Sojin] Jigeum mwohae I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
Gatgo sipji I’ll be yours
Maybe I’ll be yours
[Minah] Wait a minute I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
Ne nuneseo ttuk tteoreojineun
Kkulcheoreom deo dalkomhage
Malhaejulge I’ll be yours

[Yura] Come On Baby
Naege jom deo dagawabwa
Nae modeungeol Boy gajira haji
Neodo jeoldae silhji anheungeoreul ara
Right Right
Naege ppajyeo Inside

[Hyeri] Jumuneul georeo Up and down
Sareureu noga beoril Night
1, 2 step 1, 1, 2 step
[Sojin] Ijen chotbureul kkeugoseo
Sowoneul bireobwa

[Minah] Baby ko kkeuteseo maemdon
Flower hyanggicheoreom neol ganjireophillae
Eodil gado ijeul su eoptge
Baby gwitgaeseo maemdon soricheoreom
Nae moksoril ttaraollae
Feel so good Oh yeah~ Oh~

[All/Minah] Nae mam wonhae I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
Gatgo sipji? I’ll be yours
Maybe I’ll be yours
Wait a minute I’ll be yours
Baby I’ll be yours
[Minah] Kok jjigeoseo ne ipsul kkeute
Eungeunseuljjeok gajyeogaji
Malhae mwohae I’ll be yours

Run to you – Lea Michele lyrics

Lyrics Lea MIchele – Run to you

The city sky’s feeling dark tonight
We’re back to back with our heads down
Just look at me, give me more tonight
Just give me more of your love now.(run to you)

Let’s set fire to the lonely night
You’re beautiful when you look at me
Let’s give love another life.

Cause you’ll be safe in these arms of mine
Just call my name on the edge of the night
And I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you.

I would run to you, if you want me to
Just give me some kind of reason
I’ll take the pain, take it all away
Just give it some kind of meaning.

Let’s let go, let it be the start
You know I’m feeling the same thing
Let’s let go of our broken hearts.

Cause you’ll be safe in these arms of mine
Just call my name on the edge of the night
And I’ll run to you, I’ll run to youuu.

Even if it’s gonna break me, love
Gonna make my way to you
Anyway it’s gonna take me, love
Versuri-lyrics.info
I run to youuu
I run to youuu
Run, run.

Cause you’ll be safe in these arms of mine
Just call my name on the edge of the night
And I’ll run to youuu
I’ll run to youuu.

Even if it’s gonna break me, love
I run to youuu.
Lea Michele lyrics
Video you

Am facebook – Edy Talent versuri cover despacito

Versuri Edy Talent – Am facebook

Azi toate fetele pozeaza doar cu bot
La scoala, prin mall sau din aeroport.
Si.. se filmeaza cum danseaza in dormitor.
Vai, ce ne-am face fara telefon.(am facebook)

Am facebook,
Si-mi dau check in pe unde ma duc
Chiar daca ies numai la un suc.
Intru-n live pana ma culc.

Am facebook,
Si-mi dau check in pe unde ma duc
Chiar daca ies numai la un suc.
Intru-n live pana ma culc.

Da’, azi se cred toate niste vipuri
Si-si fac in casa singure videoclipuri
Se cred in mii si mii de relatii
Sa le vada si pe ele barbatii.

Am facebooook,
Si-mi dau check in pe unde ma duc
Chiar daca ies numai la un suc.
Versuri-lyrics.info
Intru-n live pana ma culc. (x2)

Noi, baietii, cand vedem gagicile,
Repede ne ascundem relatiile.
Ca doar asa poate agatam si noi ceva
2-3 zile sa ne facem treaba.

Am facebooook,
Si-mi dau check in pe unde ma duc
Chiar daca ies numai la un suc.
Intru-n live pana ma culc. (x2)

Am facebooook,
Si-mi dau check in pe unde ma duc
Chiar daca ies numai la un suc.
Intru-n live pana ma culccc. (x2)
Versuri Edy Talent
Video facebook

Slowmotion – Fler feat. Jalil songtexte

Songtexte Fler – Slowmotion

Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slowmotion!

Vierunddreißig, doch bin drauf wie achtzehn
Ich will diese kleine Biatch Shirin David nackt sehen
Freeze – Baby, Baby, Freeze
Nur für eine Nacht, nicht dass du dich in mich verliebst, ayy
Meine Homies sind real, meine B*tches sind fake
Doch ich rede nur von der Oberweite, wenn ich sag’: „Sie sind fake.“
Geile Ärsche sind mein Fetisch versuri-lyrics.info
Ich glaub’, Jalil, er sieht das ähnlich
Letzte Woche hatt’ ich mein Meeting mit Apple (Ja, Mann)
Die wollten wissen wie viel Geld ich gerne hätte
Spotify bezahlt mir meine neue Kette
Zwei Kilo Gold, Junge, was ist Heavy Metal? (Rammstein)
Trag’ die Scharfe unterm Sweater (Bang!)
Jeder Hurensohn wird Rapper
In der Booth ist alles neblig (Shit!)
Dieser Lifestyle – Für dich schädlich!
Freeze – Baby, Baby, Freeze
Herzchen bei WhatsApp am Morgen, als ich sie verließ, ayyyy.

Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slowmotion!

Lauf’ in den Club wie bei Matrix, all die Weiber werden panisch
Jeder Schritt ist in Slomo, alle deutschen Rapper steh’n nur statisch
Laber mich nicht voll, wenn dein Brudi kaum bounct
Ich lauf heute bargeldlos, denn alles geht hier aufs Haus
Scheine regnen runter auf die Models von der Fashionweek
Bin und bleib’ ein Badboy, weil der Gute nur in Märchen siegt
Damals hatt’ ich keine Kohle, Geld konnt’ ich nur schwer verdien’n
Heute läuft die Scheiße flüssig, Nigga ist am schwer verdien’n
Mein erster Wagen – CLA – AMG – Sportsitze
Das hat nichts mit Glück zu tun – b*tch, man nennt das Fortschritte (woah)
Ich hätte nie gedacht, ich hatte keine Ahnung (woah)
Dass ich lila Scheine trage, für die kleinste Zahlung (woah)
Statt im Ibis schlaf’ ich jetzt im Interconti
Bring auch deine Freundin mit, ich fick’ euch beide in der Kombi (denn).

Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slowmotion!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomooo!
Fler songtexte
Video Fler

The shine – Ayokay feat. Chelsea Cutler lyrics

Lyrics Ayokay – The shine

I tripped and fell into
A rhythm with you
I jumped off the deep end
But still played it cool.(the shine)

Tried to pretend we’re not different
And I hate that I have to admit it
But I’m done with wishing.

I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off
Cause I’m all out of words, feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off.

I know that we’re living inside of a dream
Cause we’re trying too hard to make this a thing
Why does it feel like we’re working
You act like a whole different person
I’m tired of searching.

I know it’s only a matter of time till the shineee wears off
Cause I’m all out of words, feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shineee wears off.

I’ll be fine knowing it’s over
Clearer eyes come with getting older
We fantasize but we had our day
Versuri-lyrics.info
Now your diguise is fading
Your disguise is fading away.

I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off
Cause I’m all out of words, feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off.

Feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears offf.
Ayokay lyrics
Video shine

TYGA – 100’s lyrics

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Running up the set, throwing up the set, bitches on set (Yeah)
Got bitches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me bitch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me bitch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and noble
Drunk off the [??] and the [??] juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you

Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-[??]
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

TYGA – Act Ghetto lyrics

She just wanna act ghetto…
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto…
She just wanna act ghetto…
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

She wear diamond on her pussy, diamonds on neck, yeah (Uh)
Talking out her neck? demand respect
Yeah, she wanna act ghetto , getting drunk on the set
Gonna drink it out the bottle, flip the finger when she ready
Fuck it when she dance, touch it when she dance
Feelin’ on her friends, do it for the ‘gram
Yeah, she wanna hold a nigga hand, kiss a nigga face
All up in the line, at Mac Donalds, yeah
She just wanna shake, she wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna, might make me wear Puma
Gettin’ checks like Kylie, yeah, everyday I do it, yeah
Yesterday, I did it, everytime I’m with her

She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

[Lil Wayne]
She just wanna get her booty done
And she give me head while she chewing gum
Got those fabulous, she’s a booty [??]
She ain’t got home training, she got Uber tho
She just text me O-M-W with two XOs
Only thing she always coming through is project hoes
Gotta put my jewellery up, gotta hide that dough
All I know is pussy hoes and Pyrex hoes
Woo, oh shit, oh shit, I’m so Hollygrove
Yellow bone suck my glow stick, now she got that glow
Oh, let me go squad, we eat like [??]
And them birds, she ain’t sleeping feather, she just ghetto

Act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper (Tune) rap like a nigga( Lil Tune)
She just wanna rub her tities pop her ass
She just wanna (Tune)act ghetto when the cameras flash( Young Mula Baby)
She just wanna act ghetto ( Tyga with her)
She just wanna act ghetto ( Yeah)
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto (Yeah)

She wanna jump in a Jacuzzi, jump in a Ferrari, (Yeah)
Suckin’ on a Lolli, riding in my di carte (Skrr)
Stumbling through the lobby, pulling off her dress (Woah)
Wanna change off them heels, throw off the sweats (Mm)
I love when her hair in a bun (Bun)
Honey-bun pussy on my tongue
Smacking on her ass, smacking on her gum
Counting all this cash, cutting up my thumb
She just wanna shake, she wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna
Cut her hair, tat her body, keep it thug in her life, this why I always keep her by me (Yeah)

She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash

She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto…!

Per aspera ad astra – Disarstar songtexte

Songtexte Disarstar – Per aspera ad astra

Yeahhh
Mein Onkel sagt es mir umsonst, die Sonne strahlt
Mohammed, du hast nie gelernt, wie man in sich Balance bewahrt
Dein Vater war kein Vater aus dem Bilderbuch
Doch alles is’ okay
Und es ist mein Problem, wenn ich dafür den Sinn nich’ such’
Er sagt mir, ich soll aufrecht geh’n
Und dann bleibt auch dein Traum besteh’n
.. persönlich sollte diesen Namen für dich auserwähl’n
Drum trage ihn mit Würde
Wie der Beste im Entscheidung treffen, Menschen richtig einzuschätzen
Lag das nich’ in dei’m Ermess’nach
Yeah, suchtest öfter Gutes, wo nix Gutes war
In Menschen, die’s nich’ wert war’n
.. Bruder hier, Bruder da, du hast es oft zu spät gemerkt
Dir selber oft den Weg versperrt
Dein Leben nich’ mehr lebenswert mit Depressivität im Herz
Yeah, dein Schicksal steht geschrieben, doch du kannst bestimm’
Hör tief in dich hinein, denn vielleicht zieht es dich woanders hin, du
Konntest dir vergeben, doch vergessen nie
Wenn du dich selbst nich’ respektierst verlässt dich deine Energie
Du kannst nur die Bremse zieh’n und Gott vertrau’n, in was du bist
Und dann kann dich auch nix beschwer’n
Yeah, außer wenn du das vergisst
Yeah und es ist nie zu spät für diesen Weg
Bis jeder deiner Tränen sich in Siegessträhnen niederschlägt (yeah)
Denk’ daran, ja, viele haben in ihrem Leben viel erlebt
Drum halte fest, ich will dich nich’ verlieren seh’n
Mein Lieber, geh versuri-lyrics.info
Mein Onkel sagt, es kommt, wie’s kommen soll
Per aspera ad astra
Familie über allem
Merci ..

Per aspera ad astra
Von der Wiege bis ins Grab
Ey, vom ersten bis zum allerletzten Tag
Per aspera ad astra
Immer weiter geradeaus
Auf der Suche nach den Wegen hier raus
Per aspera ad astra
Und mein Onkel sagt: “Ich glaub’ an dich
Hab’ nur Vertrau’n in dich.”
Per aspera ad astra
Per aspera ad astra.

Mein Onkelt sagt, Gerrit, du erinnerst mich an den jungen Werther
Nicht erst seit gestern, damals warst du nicht unbeschwerter
Du musst fragen und herausfinden, wofür du lebst
Viele Bücher lesen und bereit sein, wenn ‘ne Tür aufgeht (ja)
Immer versuchen nur das Beste aus dir selbst zu machen
Der schwere Kopf gehört zu dir
Nein, er ist nicht aus der Welt zu schaffen
Doch du kannst lernen, damit umzugeh’n
Dich nich’ umzudreh’n
Wenn Vergangenheit ruft, nicht nach unten seh’n
Und die Balance halten, Contenance bewahren
Manchmal musst du Atlas sein und auf dei’n Schultern Tonnen tragen
Schweren Herzens baden geh’n (ja)
Im Stillen Tage zähl’n
Manchmal kann man Resulte erst nach ein paar Jahren seh’n
Nur immer gerade steh’n und dich nicht verbiegen für ‘ne Welt
Die denen, die das wollen, auch auf Knien nicht gefällt
Finde Liebe, find’ dich selbst
Denn nur dann kannst du sie weitergeben
Und dafür um den heißen Brei zu reden hat man keine Zeit im Leben
Sag’ nicht, dass ich’s besser mach’
Doch ich würd’s besser machen, wenn ich wieder in deinem Alter wär’
Du hast nur eine Chance, keine mehr
Zurück zum Staat geh’n is’ nich’ drin
Denn mit den Jahr’n werden die Beine schwer
Und was er sagt bedeutet viel für mich
Weil er neben mir der einzige Künstler in der Familie is’
Und er sagt: Per aspera ad astra heißt: ‘Mit Schmerz ist der Weg zu den Sternen gepflastert.’

Per aspera ad astra
Von der Wiege bis ins Grab
Ey, vom ersten bis zum allerletzten Tag
Per aspera ad astra
Immer weiter geradeaus
Auf der Suche nach den Wegen hier raus
Per aspera ad astra
Und mein Onkel sagt: “Ich glaub’ in dich
Hab’ nur Vertrau’n an dich.”
Per aspera ad astra
Per aspera ad astraaa.
Disarstar songtexte
Video astra

Escape Route Chapter 5/5 – Kilian lyrics

Lyrics Kilian – Escape Route Chapter 5/5

Mr K now
Now is the summation of the past
You understand
Everything leading up to this moment
It’s an acknowledging narrative of a man wiser today than he was yesterday
Every bridge burnt and every bridge built
It is my becoming.(escape route)

Quite down, quite down, I got some words to say
Boys and girls hush now if I may introduce myself
They call me Mr K
I learned the greatest trap in life is not success
But self rejection keeping your dreams close
Because many will object them
Success comes with flaws, eat your problems for breakfast
Love or trust if you do run to nana
Wish I took my own advice
I’m known for rush tongue
We’re made by history, words by Luther King
Before you preached to the quite a bit of bloody sin
I was all alone, now my family is everything
Dad was a good man versuri-lyrics.info
I didn’t but now I know it
Long live my mama, she is the queen who passed the crown
So peace, for love, for everything but a frown
Goes around, comes around, I’m the man who looks down
Mr K
Yeah that’s me
Baby yeah, that’s me
Mr K
Yeah that’s me
Baby yeah, that’s me.

My mother is a queen whose crown has been stolen
She is the strongest and the weakest person I know
I’ve seen her laugh, cry, fallen, get back up
But above all, I’ve seen her love.

My mama said as a child when she was pregnant with me
I used to kick ever so hard, everytime I heard a beat.

I have a thing with boom or bang
I kinda haven’t looked back ever since
I haven’t looked back ever sinceee.
Kilian lyrics
Video chapter 5/5

Vitrine – Vald featuring Damso paroles

Paroles Vald – Vitrine

J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La bitch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La bitch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie.

Souviens-toi quand t’étais moche, personne voulait d’toi
Tu ne faisais que sucer des bites, t’as bu l’sperme de toute l’équipe
Aujourd’hui, tu fais ta gueule, t’as refait ton cul squelettique
Charnelle est la gymnastique versuri-lyrics.info
J’suis dans le hood, hood, j’fais que fumer des spliffs
J’encule la morale et l’éthique, j’suis sans manière
Dans sa schneck, j’y mets formes géométriques
Police sur bande kilométrique
Y’a ceux qui ont le barreau, y’a ceux qu’ont la barrette de shit
Et ceux qui nous dénoncent aux flics
Intouchable comme la chatte sidatique d’une b*tch
Oh non, j’ai de la beuh pour toi, un peu d’O.G. pour toi
Un peu de lean pour toi, legging en sueur, elle mouille
Suce-moi la teub au lieu d’casser les couilles, pute
V-A-L-D-A-M-So, quelques pussy dans le bando
J’démarre sa puterie dans l’benzo
Triste vie, vitrine enfumée de bédo
J’fume ce pli, Dem’s, Dem’s.

Triste vie, derrière vitrineee, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrineee, triste vie
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrineee en fumée de weed
Vitrineee en feu.

Voiture bélier dans les charts, j’ai plié l’capot
Comme y’avait pas d’porte ouverte, j’ai pété l’carreau
Laisser K.O. ses séquelles, lui font péter l’tarot
Derrière vitrine comme derrière barreau, derrière vitrine comme derrière barreau.

Salope sur son 31
Pour sursaut dans ses reins
Le néon éclaire sa plastique, et son cœur en est un
Les jambes toujours plus ouvertes comme rappeur en déclin
Tes gens me parlent, dis-leur d’arrêter
J’tire des grandes barres d’eucalyptus
Elle sort ses seins mais va rien allaiter
Elle sent le cul et l’beurre de karité
Ce rap est sale, c’est pas d’la variété
Ou bien d’la sorcellerie, faut les Garcimorer
Toutes ces garces mijaurées, maxi promo surpasse la qualité
Sacrifice de bébé dans berceau alité
Peut faire de toi une personnalité
J’tire sur le joint comme un enfant déscolarisé
Et sur ton équipe de tchoins désolidarisées
Jamais, Ô grand jamais, je ne peux pas
C’est très souvent l’affaire de deux doigts
J’suis devant toi mais, pourtant, tu n’es pas prêt de me voir
V-A-L-Damso, Seezy pour signer l’homicide, embuer les vitres de ton domicile
Un jour t’es contre, un jour t’es avec, j’te vois comme Al-Qaida
Un jour sur deux, j’ai envie d’péter la vitrine de BNP Paribas
Alcool et shit dans mon alliage
Le fond, la forme, je suis l’mariage
Aucune action du genre admirable
Population du genre à l’image de Dieu qui danse la Macarena
J’sors d’une ke-schne comme d’un marécage
Le cœur et la bite sont trop maniables
La querelle s’invite sur la capitale
Kamikaze navigue comme Qatari à Ris-Pa
J’roule Marie-Jeanne sans cocaina
J’cours après le temps et l’ocarina
Derrière les vitres teintées, je m’souviens d’l’anonymat.

J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrineee en fumée de weed
Vitrineee en feu
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vieee.
Vald paroles
Video Vald

100s – Chief Keef featuring Tyga lyrics

Lyrics Tyga – 100s

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it.

Running up the set, throwing up the set, b*tches on set (Yeah)
Got b*tches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me b*tch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me b*tch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
b*tches come this way, b*tches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele.

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids versuri-lyrics.info
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it.

Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and noble
Drunk off the sake and the .. juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you.

Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-..
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move.

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch ittt.
Tyga lyrics
Video Tyga

PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie – Horses (From “The Fate Of The Furious”)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won’t take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

Kodak Black – Off The Land

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m paintin’ pictures, everythin’ I say you see it vivid
Lil’ Kodak makin’ movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live this life, when you hear my songs, you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Gettin’ bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate, so why lil’ shawty wanna kick it?
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-launderin’
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talkin’ Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me, I’m booted up, ain’t talkin’ Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleepin’ knowin’ that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby, how I’m suckin’ on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculatin’ every move, this shit like playin’ chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches, you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cuttin’ dope with Arm & Hammer?
When I was jumpin’ in them houses like I’m fuckin’ Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

GoldLink – Herside Story (feat. Hare Squead)

[Intro: Jessy Rose]
Oh, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Mmm, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Jessy Rose]
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Said baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby, I’m down for you, down for you
I’m down for you, down for you, down for you

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Pulled up to the rita spot where ya girls be at
Told my girl, "Man, I hit your phone say where your head be at?"
We ain’t speak in four or five months, so I’m nervous now
You said that you heard my last shit, so I know you’re mad now
Oh man, still that nigga
Uptown with the hittas?
Pop a nigga like we pop a wheely
Niggas goin’ crazy in the city
If we do it, show up in the city
Just did that instead of rockin’ with me
Always keep it so one thousand with ya
Always down to run a mile for ya

[Chorus: Jessy Rose]
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Said baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby, I’m down for you, down for you
I’m down for you, down for you, down for you

[Verse 2: Goldlink]
Roll up, rockin’, get to poppin’ with ya
Ain’t nobody get to fightin’ with ya
Ain’t nobody get to pipe and hit ya
And none a nigga, can’t nobody get ya
Wild nigga from the wild side
DC nigga so I’m real dry
Yeah, yeah, got the mock top from the east side to the west side
Super fake with the hoes now
Countin’ money with the bros now
G starrin’ from a Benz
Lick, lick, lick, lick with the scope now
Skrrt, skrrt in the coupe (huh)
Ask a shawty what it do? (huh)
I ain’t really mean to fall in love with a hood bitch, but it’s you

[Bridge: Jessy Rose]
I will be right by your shoulder, babe
And when the weather gets colder
Know that I’m right there
Said you should know that I’m right there
I will be right by your shoulder, babe
And when the weather gets colder
Know that I’m right there
Said you should know that I’m right there

[Chorus: Jessy Rose]
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Baby I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Said baby I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby I’m down for you, down for you
I’m down for you, down for you, down for you

Dice Soho – Too Much

[Intro]
Like it’s levels of high
I ain’t that high
I’m high tho
ButI ain’t super high
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

[Verse 1]
New designer on me
All these tats on me
All these racks on me
Watch you throw that ass on me
Had to run it up
Saw her cutting up
He got some money now he going dumb as fuck
Hit the club, fuck it up
Throw a couple bucks
Sorry but your girl slurp made her suck it up
Yeah she swallow
She had me up for lunch
Then rolled a blunt and poured a for on my Hawaiian Punch
Mixed it with promethazine now I’m in a dream
Money long like Limousines can’t fit in my jeans
Drop the roof, make a scene
Shorty pinky ring
Spent 30k cash in it like a hockey rink (Ice)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
She want the combination to the safe
Nahh can’t tell her
Can’t tell her, can’t tell her nahhh

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

[Verse 2]
Nigga sleeping fuck it let em keep sleeping on me
4 am his bitch late night creeping on me
Sent the hoe a Uber told her call me when you outside
Let her see the lifestyle
Left her with her mouth wide
She a eater, she gone chew that boy up until the drops top
Bending corners, ducking 12
Serving to the south side
You can’t get paid staying in the house, yeah
Flew to L.A then I bought a house yeah
Had to cuss them lame bitches off, yeah
Cuz they couldn’t understand the boss, nahh
Remember getting in trouble in them halls
Now I can ball whenever
Whenever I’m in the mall
Yeah I stay down now balling with my dawgs
Now all these model bitches I want gone let me in their drowse
Got a barbie from Columbia, she don’t come with flaws
Got a move small I can’t take another loss
Hell naww look at

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

Will.I.Am – Fiyah

[Intro]
Whoever’s coming up next
If you can hear me back there, don’t be nervous
Just bring that fiyah

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Verse 1]
I woke up like this
I’m buttin’ up like this
I turn up like this
All I wanna do is burn it up like this
I stay like that
[?] like that
I kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Tell ’em, tell ’em I don’t play like that
I’m the [?] in here
Sippin’ a hundred dollar brandy here
So hot, need a fan in here
All [?] in here
It’s the inferno
If you didn’t know it, baby, now you know
Say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh
Come on, oh-wee-oh-wee-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Verse 2]
I run it like this
I make it hot like this
I’m ’bout to drop it like this
I’m all the way up, on the top like this
[?] dance like that
I do my little dance like that
I kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Then I call the ambulance like that
It’s going down in here
Y’all gon’ wear the crown in here
Y’all gon’ have [?] in here
[?] make a sound in here
It’s the vulcano
If you didn’t know it, baby, now you know
Say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh
Come on, oh-wee-oh-wee-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Bridge]
It’s gettin’ hot in here
It’s gettin’ hot in here
It’s gettin’ hot, hot
It’s gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)
Fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

Dave East – Free Smoke (Eastmix)

[Intro]
Free Mac, Free Scrat, Free Trap

[Verse]
Every morning that I’m waking up, somebody askin’ about my BM (Who?)
Who is that, whip blue and black? On my seat, I’m getting a BM
That’s a I8 through the tri-state
All my niggas raise the crime rate
It’s getting ugly like Lebron face
Never seen it coming, that’s a blind date
Shooter told me I should slow down, I was sipping lot of codeine lately
Ross got the hardest album out, wonder what’s gon’ happen when he see Baby
Glock .40 kinda hard to tuck it but I’m walking in with this 3-80
Never claimed to be a legend in this rap game
I just let the people say it
I fuck your bitch with Tory Lanez On
Only Ethika no Hanes on
Hightech, how we brainstorm
I’m getting brain while the rain pour
Free [?], free [?]
All I see is C-Notes, all I want is deepthroat
Can’t drive to the crib in Miami, you gon’ need a speedboat
Everybody got loud now tell me who the plug when you need coke
Anything they can get, I be talkin’ shit they gon’ repost
Trump never needed votes, brand new Beretta I’ma need a scope
I can hit your homie from a block away, in a bad mood nigga not today
Shout out to [?] from [?], mami break it down andale
If you owe debt then you gotta pay
Stop acting like you can not die today
I ain’t never seen a pot of gold [?] kitchen with a lotta yay
Sniff, sniff make your nose drip
I give a Op the whole clip
I pick Whitey up on 4-5th
I got great aim, bitch I don’t miss
Play that water like I know fish
Credit cards that was ’06
Watch full of ice, broke wrist
30 shots told ’em ‘hold this’
I got a bag in my mind move
To keep it real, only ever youngin’ talkin’ my type of shit is Don Q
Flex show ’em what the bomb do
Long live Crazy O, when I do the Grammy’s punk we in all blue
That pussy was good but I’m from the hood, I prolly kill it and never call you
Got haters, I don’t like to argue
The floor in the kitchen is marble
I ain’t in the business like Marlo
I get you hit for a walkthrough
Free [?], free [?]
We blow weed smoke, you a lame and we know
[?] put in a zip-lock
If you rappin’ just be careful who you fuckin’ they gon’ run it on Love & Hip Hop
Mona, givin’ out checks
Remember when I couldn’t see the pussy, seen hoes giving out sex
[?] east, now living west since Mugga died I don’t get rest
Get the house in the hills, I don’t need a pill I still hit your bitch a day straight
Do the speed with the gun in the ride this money on time and it can’t be a day late
Remember that notice to vacate
It said evicted and all that
I’m tryna cop me a AK, designer everything in all-black
Pay attention, where you walk at
Blood leakin’ out a skullcap
Kush coma that’s a bud nap
I done brought my city buzz back
You wouldn’t believe who I’m fucking now
Headshot, only cost one stack

[Outro]
We was broke, we was broke
We was broke, we was broke
Diamonds on me no more gold
Diamonds on me no more gold
I need dope, need dope
Need dope, need dope
Every city that I go bring backwoods, I can free smoke
Free smoke

Steve Lacy – Moron

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

[Verse]:
Girl, was it somethin I said?
You killed my confidence
And left my heart [?]
And now I
Can’t get you off my mind
Yet what a waste of time
I’ve spent on you
I’m such a fool, ohhhh

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

[Bridge Instrumental]

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Lupe Fiasco – Kneelin’ On Needles

[Intro]
Wa-ves… you say waves, I say wa-ves
Kaepernick, waddup?
I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it’s all good, though
You gotta’ stand up for something, know what I’m talking about?
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
Junkyard food meets 808s
Better say your grace
Stay your place, play your bass
And wait on a upright
Right up to them niggas that don’t like us
Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Move
Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain’t shit like that"
Magnum entendre, rollin’ on a rubber
Hit Virgin for the album, I was floatin’ on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin’ on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got ’em clothes up the flow and taught ’em how to dress
Made a space so they can milk this way
Had ’em open up the udders
Broken off hat had folks in all colors
I wish a nigga would try and open y’all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin’ all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by the carload
You know LF won to come out the top
But for this ten I’ma just open up the car door
And my deepness
Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo
If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a nigga CARTO
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout ours tho
DROGAS Light, DROGAS
And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
K-dot wants stretch marks
I wanna own everything that’s west of the best parts
K.R.I.T., everything from the legs down
Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh

[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga ’round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it’s an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
All right, all right, oh Lord

[Verse 2]
But, I’m back to the mentally
And it’s not about natural ability
You would think that Kaep took a shat on the Statue of Liberty
God damn
It’s like we’re trapped in a memory
Untrue facts where black is an injury
It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy
Then go into the back and just rap to infinity
Fuck, be more like Chance
Solo acts be more like bands
Adversaries be more like fans
BDs and GDs be more like fam
I’m just vying for the summer
Women lie, men lie
And everybody lie about the numbers
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Is dying from a thumper
I know I’m weird but nigga it’s real
Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu
Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump
Talking to a nigga like you
Oh Lord

[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga ’round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it’s an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
All right, all right, oh Lord

smokepurpp – Glock Inside My Benz

[Intro]
Udigg, udigg
*harmonizing*
No such thing as friends

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb’
Tax a motherfucker like Uncle Sam
And I’m off the xan, don’t give a damn
When I’m in LA they pull out cameras
G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Benz, now she drippin’ like a faucet
Before I kick in the door, bitch you know a nigga knockin’
Autotune status, bitch you know that my shit knockin’
If you stealin’ swag, I ain’t gon’ stop it
See I’m in the streets and I might drop ’em
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my fit, I’m gettin’ paid
See me, you can see me
I feel like John Cena on this CD
Lil Purpp bless your trap that’s what the streets need
Don’t owe a nigga shit cause you don’t feed me

[Bridge]
And I pour the mud ’til I’m sleepy
Lil’ bitch wanna touch on my pee pee
I’m a deadstar, rockstar
I’m a deadstar

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 2]
Sweat, molly made me sweatin’
Yeah bitch I’m a star but I’m still dead
And I’m with my dawg just like a vet
Pull up at your trap and get it wet
Do it for my set
And I never talk to no feds
In LA I used to sleep with no bed
Now I’m a million dollar nigga in the jet
Udigg, SLATT

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

Massari – Done Da Da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh
[x2]

Your body criminal just like a killer
Keep her undercover while she lying on a pillow
Says she wanna do it in the ocean by the villa
I know what you want, baby, I’ma get it done
Get it, get it, get it

Shots of martinis, says I want it
Champagne (?) while we pourin’
I know what you workin’ when you drop it on the floor
I’ma hit it one time then you will be done da da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh
[x2]

See me drinking body shots of that Tequila
Shorty got that milkshake, got me tasting that vanilla
Looking around the world and you won’t find nobody illa
I know what you want, baby, I’ma get it done
Get it, get it, get it

Shots of martinis, says I want it
Champagne (?) while we pourin’
I know what you workin’ when you drop it on the floor
I’ma hit it one time then you will be done da da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh

Miss fatty fatty killin’ it, you never heard-ah
Takin’ all the money when she twist and she turn
Killin’ with that body, make you hot ’til you burn-ah
Come put the word out, you call her murdah

Let me try to cuff her body, hit it one time
She call me, Mr. Lover, will we do it all night?
Cause I get it done da da, then I’m leaving alright
Give you no lie, give you, give you no lie-ay

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
(Eh-eh-eh)
I’ma hit it one time, one time, done da da
[x2]

Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

Part 1

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
My ambitions as a rider, nigga
Survival off that powder, nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can’t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga
Blinded and misguided, nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I’m on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I’m living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends

[Bridge]
I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou’ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS300
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 2]
I-I-I be kickin’ shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke
I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes

[Bridge]
Thats why I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou’ on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 3]
I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did the camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge nigga
Me and my chips with dip boy ain’t no play play ’bout that Frito-Lay
Tried to give me ten I beat the case so it’s gon’ be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death ’cause I live in the moment

[Outro]
Don’t live in the moment
Don’t live in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning

Part 2

[Intro]
Yah
Kane baby
I drank holy water

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain’t never taught me shit
‘Cept "Fuck a friend you gon’ be solo in your coffin bitch"
Walkin’ home from work my .44 pulled up what I’m walking with
Old folks out the church say "He need Jesus that boy off a bit"
Preacher’s daughter said "I’ll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can’t divorce her
Lying from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don’t blow your money, young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders, yeah

[Break]
Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain’t think I knew that shit though I know though

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they pick you up don’t call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don’t jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can’t flush the toilet down
454 my motor down
Got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting visa money
I don’t knock it I just do the dope and blow it
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

[Outro]
Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer
Amen
Glory be to God, what’s happening pimps?
It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I’m talking about?
It’s your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy
Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man
Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan’t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man

Freddie Gibbs – Alexys (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it I’ma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Quick like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them