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Hinder – The life lyrics

Verse 1:
I’m leaving tonight
Down the same dirt road
A million times
I’ve driven just to get home
And I ain’t ever looking back
For nothing

Headed for the coast
Looking for the high life
Everybody knows
It’s nothing but a good time
And I sold everything I had
For something
I can’t seem to find

Chorus:
So this is the life they talked about
This is the I can’t live without
When the real world crashes down
Oh if they could see me now
When all the dreams are all your own
Turn to nightmares all alone
It hits you right between the eyes
This is the life
This is the life

Verse 2:
These four walls feel more like a prison
Instead of pure highs
I couldn’t wait to live in
So I just drink myself to sleep
Again
Can’t escape my mind
This ain’t like a movie
It’s getting hard to hide

The more it’s doin to me
Don’t know how long I can keep
From going
Crazy all the time

Chorus:
So this is the life they talked about
This is the I can’t live without
When the real world crashes down
Oh if they could see me now
When all the dreams are all your own
Turn to nightmares all alone
It hits you right between the eyes
This is the life
This is the life

Nothings ever what it seems
Maybe that grass ain’t so green
Nothings ever out of reach
When you’re seventeen

Chorus:
So this is the life they talked about
This is the I can’t live without
When the real world crashes down
Oh if they could see me now
When all the dreams are all your own
Turn to nightmares all alone
It hits you right between the eyes
This is the life
This is the life
Yeahh

George Carlin – The Paradox Of Our Time lyrics

The paradox of our time in history is that
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment;
More experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
Drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired,
Read too seldom, watch tv too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We write more, but learn less.
We build more computers
To hold more information
To produce more copies than ever,
But have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
Tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality,
One-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do
Everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window
And nothing in the stockroom;
A time when technology can bring this letter to you,
And a time when you can choose either to share this insight,
Or to just hit delete.

Men At Work – Touching The Untouchables lyrics

Hello to you, my sweet young friends
Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
My shirt’s turn my time’s near done

Touching the untouchables but they don’t know
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
You turn away, what can I say?

Spend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
There are no jones’ and I pay no rent
I have to stand straight because my back’s so bent
Tell my secretary I ain’t takin’ any calls,
And if you want to find me, just ask the boys…
Down at the wall… That’s where I’ll be…

Oh…
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Park bench and cigarettes
Can you help me get off this fence?
Can’t you see, I’m just an old man
Tryin’ hard, do what I can

Touching the untouchables but they don’t know
Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
You turn away, what can I say?
You’ll never, never know
You’ll never know

Men At Work – Underground lyrics

Don’t take the fire from your eyes
Must make them feel the heat
They build castles underground for the rich and politic elite

Keep all the home fires burning,
Don’t let the lights go out
The streets are empty, and there’s nobody about.

We’ll be alright in the morning time
Yeah
We’re doing fine, I’ll see you on the night line

There’s no need for you to fight, boys,
Hang up all your guuns
Find your mask and asbestos you can, get ready to run

Keep all the food lines moving,
Don’t come cry’n’ for more
The signs were there, you should have bought connections before

We’ll be alright in the morning time
Yeah
We’re doing fine, I’ll see you on the nightline

It’s such a big joke
It’s the talk of the town
All the planets to whom I spoke
Are trying their best to play it down

Don’t take the fire from your eyes
Must make them feel the heat
But my head’s unsteady
I can’t seem to keep my feet

Jump off the eiffel tower
Just have a look around
Move fast, in the tunnels of the underground
Move fast, in the tunnels of the underground

Let’s go!

Ainu Nigam – Kehu Naina Na Milawe Dil Ho Jala Deewana lyrics

Singer:ainu nigam
Album: naina
Lyric written by:ainu nigam
Pyaar ke rog baate
Bahute purana
Dekh ke bhail ba jeke dil ee deewna
Pyar mein na mile kata-hoon
Dil ke thikana
Kehu naina na milawe dil ho jala deewana
Kehu naina milawe dil ho jala deewana
Dil hola deewana
Dil ho jala deewana
Kehu naina na milawe dil ho jala deewana
Ratiya mein mile jab sapna ke raani
Toote jab neendiya T
Mile la judaai
Toote jab neendiya mile la judaai
Kehu ke na mile rabba aise tanhaie
Kehu naina na milawe dil ho jala deewana
Dil hola deewana
Dil ho jala deewana
Pyaar mein jinigi(zindigi) jahar(zaher) bana ke
Marr lo pe chhode naahin
Jala sab jara ke
Kehu naahin saath jala kehu ke muaa ke
Kehu naina na milawe dil ho jala deewana
Kehu naina na milawe dil ho jala deewana
Dil hola deewana
Dil ho jala deewana
Jahiya le sukh rahe saath sab dela dukhawa ke padte hi kehu na dikhe la
Ainu Nigam ke dil ke darad na ruke la
Kehu naina na milawe dil ho jala deewana
Dil hola deewana
Dil ho jala deewana

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan,
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited,
So gon’ and get to clappin’.
Go pop it for a player,
Pop, pop it for me.
Turn around and drop it for a player,
Drop, drop it for me.
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami,
Wake up with no jammies (Nope).
Lobster tail for dinner,
Julio serve that scampi (Julio!)
You got it if you want it,
Got, got it if you want it.
Said you got it if you want it,
Take my wallet if you want it now.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Verse 2]
I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico,
Say the word and we go.
You can be my freaka,
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita.
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep,
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave.
Shopping sprees in Paris,
Everything 24 karats.
Take a look in that mirror,
Now tell me who’s the fairest.
Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Bridge]
If you say you want a good time,
Well here I am baby, here I am baby.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what’s on your mind (what’s on your mind).
If you want it, girl come and get it,
All this is here for you!
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby,
What you tryna do.

[Outro]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night (sex by the fire at night)
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

One I want – Majid Jordan feat. Partynextdoor lyrics

Lyrics Majid Jordan – One I want

Fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want

I, I got it now, yeah yeah, got it now
I prayed for 50’s but now I throw 100’s now
At first you was likey likey now you love it now
First I was touchy touchy now I’m touching down
I don’t think they understand
I don’t think they understand
I don’t tell em bout our plans
Don’t tell left about the right hand
Don’t show your colors unless its vibrant
All real bitches move in silence.

Fifty bands later you the one I waaant
Hundred bands later you the one I waaaant
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I waaant
Two hundred bands baby you the one I waaant

Used to bus to class
Now I’m on first class
Champagne in my glass
Look at what we did
Young and restless with
Millions here to spend
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On the late show
Ready now
Yeah yeah they love me now
They hit me up but I give em the run around
Girl you too heated I thought that I told ya to simmer down
She wants to know if I’m ready I’m ready to see her now
Why would I say no?
I say I’m close
I’ll let you know
So let me come by and love me down down down down.

‘Cause even fifty bands later you the one I waaant
Hundred bands later you the one I waaant
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I waaant
Two hundred bands baby you the one I wanttt.
Majid Jordan lyrics
Video want

Non believer – London Grammar lyrics

Lyrics London Grammar – Non believer

We both know that you wanna love her
Skies are open crying, please don’t believe her
‘Cause she’ll tell you lies and then say it doesn’t matter
And you’re pleased to see her calling them non believer.

But maybe she loves you and I’m just a preacher
Those burning skies and all who don’t believe her
Non-believers, no
Don’t believe her, no.

All that we are, all that we need
They’re different things
Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
They’re different things.

Do you realize again, you chased an idea
Heels and earth behind some broken creature.

Maybe she loves you and I’m just a preacher
Non-believers crying don’t believe her
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Don’t believe her, no
Don’t believe her, no.

All that we are, all that we need
They’re different things
Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
They’re different things.

Give you my all and you’re taking my everything.

All that we are, all that we need
They’re different things
Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
They’re different things. (x2)

All that we are, that we need
All what we are, what we needdd.
London Grammar lyrics
Video believer

Big B s – Chance the Rapper feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Chance the Rapper – Big B s

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, f*cks
Yeah, now watch me.(big b s)

Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta h**s, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk s**t Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, f*ck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma f*ck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
f*ck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
f*ck around and set the b*tch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh.

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
b*tch I know who I am, uhhh.

I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, b*tch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo it’s a kidzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake.

Make a nigga b*tch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
b*tch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
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I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my b*tch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty f*cked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga f*cked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga f*cked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your b*tch sweet, she coming back.(big b s)

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
b*tch I know who I am, uhhh.(big b s)
Chance the Rapper lyrics
Video B’s

Copycat – Billie Eilish lyrics

Lyrics Billie Eilish – Copycat

Don’t be cautious, don’t be kind
You committed, I’m your crime
Push my button anytime
You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger’s mine.(copycat)

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
I don’t belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name.

By the way, you’ve been uninvited
‘Cause all you say are all the same things I did.

Copycaaat trying to cop my manner
Watch your back when you can’t watch mine
Copycaaat trying to cop my glamor
Why so sad bunny you can’t have mine?

Call me calloused, call me cold
You’re italic, I’m in bold
Call me cocky, watch your tone
You better love me, ’cause you’re just a clone.

By the way, you’ve been uninvited
‘Cause all you say are all the same things I did.

Copycat trying to cop my manner
Watch your back when you can’t watch mine
Copycat trying to cop my glamor
Why so sad bunny you can’t have mine?

I would hate to see you go
Hate to be the one that told you so
You just crossed the line
You’ve run out of time
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I’m so sorry, now you know
Sorry I’m the one that told you so.

Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry

Psych!

By the way, you’ve been uninvited
‘Cause all you say are all the same things I did.

Copycat trying to cop my manner
Watch your back when you can’t watch mine
Copycat trying to cop my glamor
Why so sad when you can’t have mineee?
Billie Eilish lyrics
Video Billie Eilish

FRENCH MONTANA – Trippin lyrics

Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, “Come on, it’s gettin’ late”
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been?
That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire

[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing

[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

FRENCH MONTANA – Bag lyrics

Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

FRENCH MONTANA – Formula lyrics

Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? bumboclaat’s truth, right? [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]

[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know?
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh?

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh?
New York, Miami, London, eh?
East Africa, America, eh?
Bumboclaat!

FRENCH MONTANA – Black Out lyrics

Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

[Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug]
Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house
Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house
Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make ’em tap out
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
Livin’ so marvelous, we ready to smoke
I think I’m a gangsta, I’m Jeffrey, I’m Sosa
I came out the ‘Nolia, huh
I ride with my brodie, huh
We leavin’ ’em cozy, huh
‘Cause they thinking they know me, huh
Man that donkey made me black out
All the millions, man, we black out
All the cars, man, black out
All that work, made we black out
Brand new old lady sittin’ beside me
I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

[Verse 2: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
Okay, get it
Hop up out the mothafuckin’ Bentley with a big ol’ pistol on my side
I don’t want nathan with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon’ die
All these niggas think I’m gay ’cause the way I wear my trousers
Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga
Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin’ cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like a fuckin’ monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

[Outro: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

FRENCH MONTANA – Whiskey Eyes lyrics

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

FRENCH MONTANA – Too Much lyrics

I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Outro]
Montana!

FRENCH MONTAN – Push Up lyrics

Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
In the [?], lights behind the [?]
Drink a sip of heaven, I’ma do it for my dog
Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
They don’t want no money, niggas actin’ groupie
I’ve been ridin’ in a Benz, bustin’ with the beams
I just want the paper, I don’t need no friends
I was ridin’ with the oh, oh, feelin’ like I’m Guwop
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
I be ridin’ with [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Ridin’ in a V, watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Verse 2]
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Married to the mob, that’s word to my mama
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
I’ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?]
In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci
Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it
Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

[Outro]
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it

FRENCH MONTANA – Stop It lyrics

I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

FRENCH MONTANA – She Workin lyrics

Baby, I’m ’bout your love (can’t stop, no)
I’m trying to let these demons out (can’t stop, no)
Baby, you know me too well (oh no)
Once we get it goin’ we don’t stop
So stop now, can’t stop, no
And, baby, I’m blacking out
I think we got to order more (can’t stop, no)
And, girl, I don’t know what we did (what we did, what we did)
That ever dance right on the floor
On the floor, on the floor

[Post-Chorus: French Montana]
Mmm, she know what to do with it
Gotta make a move strong, can’t fool with it
She movin’ like a fool with it
All that ass, let me show you what to do with it
I ain’t slipping that’s the rules with it
Baby, is you fooling me or are you fooling ’em
I’ma catch that off the rim
And I hope you meant cool when I’m calling you

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Don’t be acting like Iggy all fancy
Shoutout to Selena for the mansion
Shawty on the Bieber, she dancing
Catch me with JLo in the Hamptons
Shawty got a groove, let’s make this a vibe
Back at the crib playing bogus or not
Me and my niggas we came up from the block
Now we on top, got the crew with me

[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
She working and I know all the things that she do on the low
She flirts and yeah she bad
You know she could spend and make it back
(Montana)

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
Baby, I’m ’bout your love (can’t stop)
I’m trying to let these demons out (can’t stop, no)
But, baby, you know me too well
Once we get it going we don’t stop
So stop now, can’t stop no

[Post-Chorus: French Montana]
Mmm, she know what to do with it
Gotta make a move strong, can’t fool with it
She moving like a fool with it
All that ass, let me show you what to do with it
I ain’t slippin’ that’s the rules with it
Baby, is you fooling me or are you fooling ’em
I’ma catch that off the rim
And I hope you meant cool when I’m calling you

[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
She working and I know all the things that she do on the low
She flirts and yeah she bad
You know she could spend and make it back
(Montana)

[Bridge: French Montana]
I feel in love with her overseas
Scared trump, might fuck up the visa
We in that drop, head bumping shawty
Love you like Kanye love Kanye
Love you like Whitney loved Bobby
Canary rock can’t fit through your front pocket
She got expensive taste
Met her last night, moved her in the crib today

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
Baby, I’m ’bout your love
(Montana)
I’m trying to let these demons out
(Basie, you know what it is)
But, baby, you know me too well
Once we get it going we don’t stop (Don’t stop)
So stop it (don’t stop it), can’t stop it
Haaan

FRENCH MONTANA – White Dress lyrics

Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
[?]

[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with [?]
Wrath with the styles
Talkin’ me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty [?]
See the future like I’m Rocco
And I fall feel like [?]
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreign
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Cors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I [?] on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie [?] with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy [?] a million

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

FRENCH MONTANA – Hotel Bathroom lyrics

Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

FRENCH MONTANA – Famous lyrics

I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn’t stand a chance
There’s no way you would go for a man like me if you had options

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I’ll always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Fly low with the angel
I said “fake it ’till you make it”
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you “stick to the basics”
The empire started in the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken
You know it might cut ya
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if your mama know
When they get too close for playing
[?]
Because no one gonna love you like I do

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

[Bridge]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

FRENCH MONTANA – A Lie lyrics

Uh, ball star shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I’d have a little fun with it
Montana, Montana, ow
You know what it is when you’re hearin’ that, haaaaan
Yep, we gon’ get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin’ fix, yeah
Sippin’ all day got me leanin’ off the kickstand
House on my neck, ‘nother house on my wristband
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin’ six pack
No time for restin’ (restin’)
My life’s a mess, end up bein’ a fuckin’ legend (legend)
An icon, tryna cement it (‘ment it)
I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7 (game 7)
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’ (all the time)
I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause my ex is
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
I’m in the cold, rep the north like I’m Trudeau (yeah)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It, it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
I hope the box don’t spread like the rumors
Sad, but it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
We was bite down, now we true’d up (a lie)
She, she say the baby mine’s, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
If I ain’t the hottest in the city, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke
‘Fore, ‘fore I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker (yeah)
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock
Me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
And if I ain’t the new Chapo, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
And if he try and tell you we gon’ stop, that’s a lie

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 3: Max B]
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
Daddy’ll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Knowin’ I gotta make
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
Told me, “Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man”
Bustin’ quickies and dippin’
That be somethin’ I can’t stand
Other plans, baby, had of late
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain’t talkin’ cereal
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
Baby girl, comin’ home and you can’t stay, out

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

GARBAGE – No Horses lyrics

They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you too

[Verse 2]
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll come to you
They’ll use you too
They’ll sell you too
And they’ll steal from you too

[Verse 3]
There’ll be no apologies
And no more security
There will be no cops
Just men with guns
In their shiny black uniforms
And their big black boots
With their shiny black batons
And their sleek black cars
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
And their skeleton keys

And there will be no marches
And there will be no purity
And no more TV
And no more motorcades

[Chorus]
And no horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades

[Bridge]
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
I’ve been awake all night
And the sun don’t shine
And the night’s so long
That the moon is in shock
And all the lovers turn cops
And all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops

[Chorus]
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades

[Outro]
There’ll be nothing to believe
Nothing to lose
There’ll be nothing to hide
And there’ll be nothing to grow
There’ll be nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Cause this is the apocalypse
Yeah, this is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
That killed the horses

Jay-Z – 4:44 (Short Film)

[Intro: Hannah Williams]
Do I find it so hard
When I know in my heart
I’m letting you down every day
Letting you down every day
Why do I keep on running away?

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Look, I apologize, often womanize
Took for my child to be born
See through a woman’s eyes
Took for these natural twins to believe in miracles
Took me too long for this song
I don’t deserve you
I harass you out in Paris
"Please come back to Rome," you make it home
We talked for hours when you were on tour
“Please pick up the phone, pick up the phone”
I said, “Don’t embarrass me,” instead of “Be mine”
That was my proposal for us to go steady
That was your 21st birthday
You mature faster than me, I wasn’t ready
So I apologize
I seen the innocence leave your eyes
I still mourn this death and
I apologize for all the stillborns
‘Cause I wasn’t present, your body wouldn’t accept it
I apologize to all the women whom I
Toyed with your emotions because I was emotionless
And I apologize ’cause at your best you are love
And because I fall short of what I say I’m all about
Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed
And you stare blankly into space
Thinkin’ of all the time, you wasted it on all this basic shit
So I apologize

[Chorus: Hannah Williams]
I’m never gonna treat you
I’m never gonna treat you like I should

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
I apologize
Our love was one for the ages and I contained us
And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive
Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions
Or sleep with our back turned
We supposed to vacay ’til our backs burn
We’re supposed to laugh ’til our heart stops
And then meet in a space where the dark stop
And let love light the way
Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face
I never wanted another woman to know
Something about me that you didn’t know
I promised, I cried, I couldn’t hold
I suck at love, I think I need a do-over
I will be emotionally available if I invited you over
I stew over, what if you over my shit?

[Chorus: Hannah Williams]
I’m never gonna treat you
I’m never gonna treat you like I should

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
And if my children knew, I don’t even know what I would do
If they ain’t look at me the same
I would prob’ly die with all the shame
"You did what with who?"
What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate?
"You risked that for Blue?"
If I wasn’t a superhero in your face
My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes
And the mask goes away, and Santa Claus is fake
And you go online and see
For Blue’s tooth, the tooth fairy didn’t pay

[Chorus: Hannah Williams]
I’m never gonna treat you like I should

Ke$ha – Woman (feat. The Dap-Kings Horns)

I buy my own things, I pay my own bills
These diamond rings, my automobiles
Everything I got, I bought it
Boys can’t buy my love, buy my love, yeah
I do what I want, say what you say
I work real hard every day.(woman)

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmmmm, yeahhh.

Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac
Girls in the front, boys in the back
Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun.

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmm, yeah.

Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this sh*t, baby, I write this sh*t)
I write my sh*t versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(Don’t touch my weave, baby)
‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
I run this sh*t, baby, I run this sh*t
(‘Cause I run this sh*t, baby, I run this sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this sh*t, baby, I write this sh*t).

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmm, yeahhh.

Future – My Collection

[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Meek Mill – Issues

[Verse 1]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin’? Gettin’ paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? ‘Cause I’m made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point ’em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I’m a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil’ then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (woo, amen, amen, amen)
Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors (poppin’)
Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’ (who I’m screwin’)
What you doin’? Wait a minute, gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
She said, "Meek you know my worth and what’s his name" (what’s his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Verse 2]
Hangin’ by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat ’til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let ’em float (let ’em die)
Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can’t ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L (what?)
Niggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
Bitch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Biggavel’

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Bridge]
Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
Nigga lookin’ broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)

Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no, ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup, now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 2]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle
All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom
Never go, never go dip on this estates Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dogs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, If I send one, need the text back ’cause you know what I need
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin’, we been movin’ for some time (Alright!)
Flexin’, flexin’ try to exercise
Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
(Yah!)

Alt-J – Deadcrush

[Verse 1]
Extraordinarily pretty teeth
Beauty lingers out of reach
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh
Man Ray went cray cray over you
Capturing but never captured
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up sign up LA

[Verse 2]
Anna Bolina, maid of honour
Not your sister, fearful temper
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh
Unknown artist took your likeness
Henry Tudor left you lifeless
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh

[Interlude 1]
Keepa, keepa, keepa, keep me damn down
Let it low
Let me know where you go (watch me now)
Papa, papa, papa
Get me down
Deep, deep down
Pablo, let me know

[Interlude 2]
If you don’t have the ace of hearts
My dear, you’re a lost man
Falcon for you, Anna, from the left arm of the falconer
Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna L’Arlésienne

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Outro]
Watch me now