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DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who? The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

DJ Khaled – Pull A Caper (feat. Kodak Black, Gucci Mane & Rick Ross) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Kodak Black]
We The Best Music!
Another one
DJ Khaled!
Glee!

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma go, I’ma go, I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got you, Khaled, it’s Wizop
It’s the Dapper Don going on a trapathon
Serving coked out food and kush, I call it a triathlon
In a red Don with an Amazon
She pissed me off, I just found out she got her panties on
A year ago seen niggas get stabbed over honey buns
It may sound funny to you, found out he got punctured lungs
I just want the funds, I don’t rap for fun
I rarely post the money, I never pose with guns
Went from a robber to the upper upper echelon
Just to get here I had to rob a couple Mexicans
But free Kodak Black, bring Lil’ Kodak back
Cause they don’t wanna see you move into their cul-de-sac

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma go, I’ma go, I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
It’s do or die on my side of things
Destiny is my livelihood
I’m Iverson with the long braids
Three cellphones with the gold fronts
Wild thing ’til I Yao Ming
Five rings, past nine seasons
Big money, that’s our thing
Heavyweight, I Ali ’em
Featherweight how I leave ’em
Heaven’s sakes, God’s need ’em
Bob weave rock the Colosseum
I’m the biggest nigga, you got gonorrhea
Baddest bitches make my collage
Biggest buds make my cigars
Basic bitches and custom cars
Blowjobs in the SLR’s
Realest ones wanna watch you shine
Smoking good and I’m talking facts
Iced out like DJ Khaled
Burn it down with Kodak Black

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma do, I’ma do, I’ma do what it takes
I’ma go get that cake, I’ma go pull a caper
I’ma go, I’ma go, I’ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae
I just wanna get this paper

DJ Khaled – That Range Rover Came With Steps (feat. Future & Yo Gotti) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Fuck!
Fuckin’ lawsuits nigga
We the Best Music!
Murder rate, murder rap nigga
Real shit, Pluto
Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got ’em
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here nigga
I seen your comment on my way here
I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
Bentayga with the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start
I can’t name how many times they tried to clone me
I can’t name all the names that tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the devil
Sidity thots, know they ain’t forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better, that’s on all the cars
The Maybach park itself, nigga
That Range Rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back, I’m eating filet mignon
He been 44’n all year, I put that Rollie on
Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on
They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga
I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
The Goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I’m in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin’ it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it’s finicky
I’m tryna love you but I doubt I’ll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind, it’s hard to be cohesive
Gettin’ that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave ’em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers
Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em
Don’t forget to look at niggas when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you ‘fore I knew you
I know I’m blessed nigga, hallelujah (I’m grateful)
And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt)
You don’t fuck with me, the feeling mutual (fuck you)
Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (fuck ’em)
I was selling keys to success
I was coppin’ keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
Let’s talk ’bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin’
Let’s talk ’bout runnin’ that bag up fast cause we ain’t got no patience
Let’s talk ’bout poppin’ strips and Xans like we’re patients
And them fed’s allegations will have you pacin’
Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 mil’, I’ma race you
Dope boy, I ain’t never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it’s Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin’ the money up if I’m being honest
Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me
I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty
I tried to tell ’em it ain’t my fault, it’s just my blessings called me
But since they hatin’ on an nigga I’ma keep ballin’
And I ain’t textin’ that bitch back because she keep stallin’
If she ain’t fuckin first night then she just miss her callin’
Fuck a plea, I’m goin’ to trial, poker face, I’m all in
Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil’, I’m all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain’t see ’em callin’
I worked so hard for mine I’m tryna get some free bands
I’m the king of the city, my house Graceland
No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man
That’s why your favorite rapper actin’ like the dope man nigga

DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I.) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!

DJ Khaled – Interlude (Grateful Album)

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse: J. Cole]
Tables do turn and labels do burn
The second they ask you to sell your soul
Don’t you do it, don’t you fold
Say "Fuck that shit" and be bold
Cause all them stories you told
On records worth more than gold
And if you never go gold again, at least you would know
The end of your road was chose, by you and not companies
Who control our remote control, and hide the truth on my no
But don’t mind me, I’m just high again
Smokin’ weed to get by again
No, actually I’m lyin’
Cause smokin’ it got me smilin’
And rhyming like I rhyme
Way back when I would play the violin
Thought that shit wasn’t cool
Momma sorry, I just stopped tryin’ it
Paid for your house
In hopes there’d be no more reason for cryin’
That shows you how stupid I am
Cause niggas is out here dying
From police that flash the siren
And pull up and just start firin’
Niggas murkin’ each other
In murky water I try and swim
How the fuck do I look
When I brag to you ’bout some diamond?
Said all that I could say
Now I play with thoughts of retirement

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Produced by Hollywood JB]

DJ Khaled – Unchanging Love (Grateful Album)

[Intro]
Unchanging love, unchanging love
Almighty bueno
Almighty bueno
Almighty eres mi todo
Mightier though

[Chorus]
Once I was young
Now I’m old, yeah
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
Unchanging love, more than a blessing
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open

[Verse 1]
I was so confused at a tender age
So caught in a world full of hate
Used to make the wrong choices along the way
I know that I gotta make a change
Finally the loving inside
I started to do some meditation
But it was you, oh Most High
Cuff ’em in the outside

[Chorus]
Once I was young
Now I’m old, yeah
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
Unchanging love, more than a blessing
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open

[Verse 2]
If it wasn’t for your love
How I woulda make it through? ooh, ooh
If it wasn’t for your love
How I woulda make it through? ooh
If it wasn’t for your grace and your mercy
That kept me through
I couldn’t do it on my own
I couldn’t do this all alone

[Chorus]
I was young
Now I’m old, yeah
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
You were there with your arms wide open
I was young
Now I’m old
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
‘Cause of you, my chains were broken
I was young
Now I’m old
I was young
Yeah, yeah
Mighty bueno

DJ Khaled – Asahd Talk (Thank You Asahd) (Grateful Album)

[Speech: DJ Khaled & Asahd Tuck Khaled]
My son, Asahd, thank you for executive producing Grateful. I love you. Yes boy, yes boy, yes boy, yes boy, yes boy.

Bal harbour – Tory Lanez feat. Asap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Bal harbour

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

Pullin’ up
Rolls Royce gave ’em no choice
When I’m tellin’ b*tches hop in
Rolls Royce gave ’em no voice
Push button and the door close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you f*ck niggas, I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause f*ck nigga weighin’ me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that s**t playin’ around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
f*ck nigga, sit the f*ck down
Don’t it make you mad, you see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m tryna do is put my dog on
Get this money ’til it’s all gone.

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

I just f*cked your b*tch, now she hangin’ with the crew
She hopped up in my whip ’cause she know I got the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switchin’ lanes, nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me, baby
These dollar signs be drivin’ me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday versuri-lyrics.info
I love her, then f*ck her like everyday
I’m gonna just cuff and f*ck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you f*ckin’ with him? He cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a Payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil’ dome in the Lear.

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmainnn.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video harbour

Daca ma simti – DMC versuri

Versuri DMC – Daca ma simti

Ai aparut atunci cand eu am renuntat la tot
Am simtit fiori pe spate atunci cand te-am privit in ochi
Si-am inceput sa te descopar parte cu parte
Si nu aveam sa stiu ca povestea merge mai departe
N-am avut vre-un interes,stii si tu ca-s mai de piatra
M-ai schimbat,iti multumesc,esti cea mai tare fata
Dar stiam ca esti deja luata.. versuri-lyrics.info
Ai o relatie pe bune,vre-o 8 ani si ceva parca
Si nu am fost niciodata de acord sa-ti tradezi partea
Dar am calcat pe principii c-am simtit ca-mi esti jumatatea
Ma completai perfect,ma intelegeai perfect
Si ma priveai perfect si imi zambeai discret
Si ne scriam mesaje dupa ce adormea
Si te voiam atat de mult incat sa te fac a mea..
Dar e mai greu de atat,treaba devine pe bune
Ne indragostim tot mai mult,nici nu ne mai spunem pe nume.(daca ma simti)

Doamna,doamna,doamnea mea!

Spune-mi daca,daca
Daca ma simti.. oooo,daca ma simti !
Ei,spune-mi daca,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa te minti
Spune-mi daca,daca
Hai,spune-mi fata,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa ma minti.

E vorba doar de iubire,mai e un pas pana vii
Ne vedem pe ascuns… parca am fii doi copii
Avem atat de multe lucruri in comun,si e tare
Aceeasi zodie,aceleasi stari,aceeasi culoare
Aceleasi asteptari de la lumea din jur
Ti-am repetat ca daca nu vei fii a mea am sa te fur
Ne vedem tarziu in noapte,ne prinde dimineata
Doar noi doi,un cer senin,e dragoste de data asta
Nu mai e vorba de atractie sau frumusete-n joc
E vorba ca-mi vibrezi in inima si sa te scot nu pot
Si stiu ca nu e ok,ca ai deja pe cineva
Dar spune-mi tu ce sa fac daca inima mea te vrea
Daca inima ta ma vrea,in mine iti gasesti linistea
Daca nu ma vezi o zi,nu te mai simti in pielea ta
SI ti-am spus ca te ador,nu sa te duc in dormitor
Ti-am spus cat esti de frumoasa,si-am spus-o de atatea ori..

Doamna,doamna,doamnea mea!

Spune-mi daca,daca
Daca ma simti…ooooo,daca ma siiimti !
Ei,spune-mi daca,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa te minti
Spune-mi daca,daca
Hai,spune-mi fata,daca ma simti
Fato,n-are rost sa ma mintiii.
Versuri DMC
Video simti

Mademoiselle – Black paroles

Paroles Blacko – Mademoiselle

Veux-tu devenir ma femme?
Tu es la seule qui ravive ma flamme
Tu a gueri mon coeur et mon âme
Je t’aime pour tout ce que tu incarne
Heyyy
Tu es ma confidente, tu connais ma viie
Je sais que c’est toi qui a sienne me l’a dis
Je te veux toi pour le meilleur et le pire
Ecoute ce que mon coeur veut te dire
Hey.(mademoiselle)

Lady, ton absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je te veux a mes cotes faire de toi madame
Oh Oh Oh Hear.

Lady, ton absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je veux ta main pour y passer la bague
Oh Oh Oh.

Mademoiselle Yeah Heheheheheee
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiselle
Non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiselle
Yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiselle
Oh Oh non.

Je te veux toujours aupres de moi
Tu es ma moitié, oui mon âmesoeur c’est toi
Tu es ma promise j’suis sur de ça
Je veux qu’on passe notre vie ensemble Yeah
Donne-moi ta main, mon coeur ta choisis
Donne-moi ta main, fait de moi ton mari
Donne-moi ta main, oui soyons unis
Veut-tu devenir ma femme?

Lady, ton absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je te veux a mes cotes, faire de toi madame
Oh Oh Oh.

Lady, tOn absence me rend malade
Il n’y a qu’avec toi que je m’evade
Je veux ta main pOur y passer la bague
Oh Oh Oh.

Mademoiselle yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Non non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Oh Oh non
Elle a voulu être madame, ma complice, ma compagne
Tu es celle qui m’apaise et me soigne
L’etincelle qui a rallumée la flamme
Avec toi, ma colère s’éloigne
Veux-tu devenir ma femme?

Ma complice, celle qui m’accompagne
Tu es celle qui m’apaise et me soigne
My love Oh Oh
Mademoiselle yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Non non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Yeah hehehehehe versuri-lyrics.info
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Oh Oh non
Mademoiselle yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Non non non non non non
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Yeah hehehehehe
Je ne veux plus qu’on t’appele mademoiseeelle
Oh Oh non
Hearrr.
Blacko paroles
Video Blacko

Hard to love – Calvin Harris feat. Jessie Reyez lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Hard to love

I don’t like to talk
But I love to sing
And I don’t smoke
But I love to drink
I’m paranoid
I don’t miss a thing
But I’m still nice
At least that’s what I think
Fall in love
Like I’m a freak
But then I pull out, and say
“I need freedom, I need freedom”.(hard to love)

I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it
I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it.

Baby, I’d rather be hard to love
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
Haven’t you needed me?
I’d rather be hard to love
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
Haven’t you needed me?

‘Course you love me
You don’t know me
But I got news for you, I came broken
Ego issues, my head is swollen
I got a million chips on my shoulder
But if you stick this by all I shoulder
Maybe you don’t need freedom, freedom.

I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it
I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it.

Baby, I’d rather be hard to love
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
Haven’t you needed me?
I’d rather be hard to love
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
Haven’t you needed me?

Go deeper, go deep
I love it when your roots go deep so I know you won’t leave
Go deeper, go deep
I love it when your roots go deep so I know you won’t leave
Go deeper versuri-lyrics.info
I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I know that they love me for real
I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I know that they love me for real
I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I know that they love me for real (woah-oh-oh)
I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I know that they love me for real.

Go deeper
Go deeper.

Go deeper
Go deep
Oh my God, that feels nuts on its own
That s**t feels like fucking
That s**t feels like, that s**t feels like some ego tripping shittt.
Calvin Harris lyrics
Video love

Desce tequila – Mc MM letra

Letra Mc MM – Desce tequila

O mundo gira, a fila anda
E alguém vai perder a vez
Vai passa a vez
Vai passa a vez.(desce tequila)

Até o dólar se valoriza
E você fica atrás de ex
Vai passa a vez
Vai passa a vez.

E nesse embalo da balada
Inveja quem não fez
Paz, alegria e curtição
Versuri-lyrics.info
Eu vou ficar com as três.

Pode um namoro acabar
Só não pode acabar a tequila
Manda tequila
Desce tequila.

Não tô afogando mágoa
Eu só tô curtindo a vida
Manda tequila
Desce tequilaaa.
Mc MM letras
Video tequila

Beautiful war – tyDi feat. Lola Rhodes lyrics

Lyrics tyDi – Beautiful war

Get up from the wooden floor
Already dying more and more
Last night was that really me
I closed my eyes and all I see.(beautiful war)

It’s taking me like it’s
To feel this and I swear
I know that I’ll be back again.

Hey
I’m sure you heard it before
You’ve got a, face
That’s made to record
I know it’s, late
But it’s a beautiful war
I see tomorrow in a flash
Every war turns into ash.

One time felt it in my blood
And the madness had begun
Oh, such a sweet drug
You only have it once
Now every day ‘s an endless hunt.

It’s taking me like it’s
To feel this and I swear
I know that I’ll be back again.

Don’t wanna tame the lion and beast
Don’t wanna blame the timing of things
Don’t need to wait for the blessing of kings
And I don’t wanna wait no more
Take the battle to your door.

Hey
I’m sure you heard it before
You’ve got a, face
That’s made to record
Versuri-lyrics.info
I know it’s, late
But it’s a beautiful war
I see tomorrow in a flash
Every war turns into ash.

Need it
Am I getting through
Am I only chasing another you
I feel it, that’s all I can do
So what can I do.

Hey
I’m sure you heard it before
You’ve got a, face
That’s made to record
I know it’s, late
But it’s a beautiful war
I see tomorrow in a flash
Every war turns into ashhh.
tyDi lyrics
Video war

Paranoia – Samy feat. Nimo songtexte

Songtexte Samy – Paranoia

Zahlst den Range Rover in bar
Trägst die Daytona in Schwarz
Deine Läufer sah man im Park
Und die Pubillen hörten dich ab
Wir haben Pässe gefälscht für den Aufenthalt
Du bist eingeknickt, als sie’s rausbekam’n
Und hast über dreißig Seiten ausgesagt
Und das nur damit du wieder laufen kannst
Kann nicht verzeih’n, nicht verzeih’n, es lag an dir
Du hast die Polizei alarmiert, alarmiert.(Paranoia)

Deine Filme hör’n nicht auf (auf, auf, auf)
Redest von Beyda und von Frau’n (Frau’n, Frau’n, Frau’n)
Sagst, eine Kugel steckt im Lauf (Lauf, Lauf, Lauf)
Doch dann steh’n wir nachts vor deinem Haus
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranooia
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranoooia
Und du schiebst Paranoooia.

Way, du schiebst Paranoia, frag dich doch mal selbst, wieso
Du deinen Arsch heute bunkern musst versuri-lyrics.info
Oder waren dir die Konsequenzen nicht bewusst?
Du zahlst in bar Daytona, trägst ein Navi, Al Capone
Aber gehst nie aus der Wohnung ohne Weste und Personenschutz
Denn du hast Paranoia, Schweißausbrüche, Angst vorm Tod
Drehst dich andauernd um, schiebst Filme, Halluzination
Roll deine Jalousien wieder hoch, zieh weniger Koks
Änder deine Nummer lo, geh bei deiner Mutter wohn’n
Bunker dich wo du willst, aber nichts rettet dich heut’ vor uns.

Deine Filme hör’n nicht auf (auf, auf, auf)
Redest von Beyda und von Frau’n (Frau’n, Frau’n, Frau’n)
Sagst, eine Kugel steckt im Lauf (Lauf, Lauf, Lauf)
Doch dann steh’n wir nachts vor deinem Haus
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranoooia
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranoooia
Und du schiebst Paranoiaaa.
Samy songtexte
Video Samy

Blinds – Amine lyrics

Lyrics Amine – Blinds

Every day I’m counting up my paper
Petty niggas hate, the ones in public with the vapors
Leave ’em in the dust and then we tell ’em see you later
Only people that truly know me is my mama and my maker
Shawty, you like my free form dreads
I love it when she give a nigga free form head
It’s the banana boy, favorite color you know
Yellow is the new black, and I’m Mr. Caputo.(blinds)

Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten
Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten.

Dreads like Bob Marley
Hardly ever call these h**s, I’m too gnarly
Look like George Forman, couldn’t afford Jordan’s
Talk to informant, never, I’m important
Maybe I might die versuri-lyrics.info
Baby girl, I’m the cream of the crop
Creme de la creme, got the juice so they jock
Women in my city treat a nigga like I’m Diddy
Pimpin’ ain’t a thang, I’m independent with my lane
Aminé very fly, Aminé don’t even try
He raps and then he dips, he never singin’ for no tricks
Turn on your TV, then you might see me
Aminé don’t give a f*ck because I know that I’m the shittt.
Amine lyrics
Video Amine

Adam Lambert – Two Fux Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I only trust my tarot cards
Pink flamingos in my yard
People think that I’m from Mars
Whatever
Only smoke that holy green
High above the big machine
Not attached to anything
Whatever

[Pre-Chorus]
I got that magic you call ADD
Rep for them aliens different like me

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fux
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fux
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 2]
I’m the center of a crowded room
I might as well be on the moon (Yeah, yeah)
Searching for that one or two
Who get it (Oh, yeah)
You see me talking to myself
Cause no one gets me like myself
I’ve been this way since I was twelve
I get it

[Pre-Chorus: Variation]
I got that magic you call OCD
Rep for them aliens different like me

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fux
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fux
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
One shot for my enemies
In the end it ain’t that deep (It ain’t that deep, girl)
Imma get my inner peace
In leather (Ow!)

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much (How I live)
I don’t really really give two fux (I don’t give two fux)
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love (I don’t give, I don’t give, I don’t give, oh yeah)
I don’t really really give two fux (I don’t give two fux, oh oh oh oh)
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here (I don’t give, I don’t give, I don’t give two fux)
Ooh ooh ooh

Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

Liza Minnelli – Cabaret lyrics

What good is sitting alone
In your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
come hear the band.
Come blow a horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table’s waiting.

No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend
Known as Elsie,
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn’t waht you’d call
A blushing flower…
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker:
“Well, that’s what comes
From too much pills and liquor. “
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest… Corpse…
I’d ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this very day.
I remember how she’d turn to me and say:
“What good is sitting alone
In you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret. “

And as for me,
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,
When I go, I’m going like Elsie.

Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb
Isn’t that a long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabarert, old chum
And I love a Cabaret.

HJS – Autumn Days lyrics

Autumn days when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell.
Jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled.
All these thing I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And the winters moon with frosted rings.
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Murmansk – Moth lyrics

[Verse 1]
The more you’re humming
The more drift
Into hidden places.
They don’t exist.
You own my whisper,
But never need it
To give you a meaning.

[Pre-chorus]
How could you
Put your weight on me
And still come to
Be this dear?

[Chorus]
You sit on my hair.

[Verse 2]
My head fell down now.
You might as well
Come lay your babies
In my ear.
And after hatching
When they’ll need me
I will feed them.

[Pre-chorus]
How could you.

[Chorus]
You sit on my hair.

[Intermediate part]
Come put your mark on
My friendly kisses
And I’ll deliver.

[Chorus]
You sit on my hair.

[Outro]
How could you
Come to be this dear.

Big Mammoth – Money lyrics

You’re not alive, but you make people sell their soul to you
You’re not alive, but people fighting, trying to get you
You’re not a god, but you help people make their wish come true
You’re not a god, but people seems to raise their hope to you

You can’t feeling love
But you make people falling love with you
Just like an angel
But you are also half demon

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

You crushing us, like a zombie chasing down to us
You crushing us, like a joker playing with his smile
You destroy us, but leaving you such a sacrifice
You destroy us, but without you nothing is alright

You can’t feeling love
But you make people falling love with you
Just like an angel
But you are also half demon

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

(moneeeyyy, oohhh)
(moneeeyyy, oohhh)

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

Money
Burden in our life
Disease in our life
Needed in our life

SamTheBozz – Bad Day lyrics

[Intro]
Getting up and getting ready for school
Listen to hard Hip-Hop that shit cool
So good thats a song I can sing
I love now all of this music thing

[Refrain]
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Its just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Its just another Bad Day

[Verse 1]
Mates all smoking, all of them not joking
They drug taking, don’t make money making
Smoking is just mad, not smoking im glad
Drugs are the real bad, ye know it from my dad
Whats bad and good, meet a weird dude
In a bad mood, friends all rude
Friends in a bad habit, they all have it
I’ll never have it, drugs don’t never get it

[Refrain]
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Its just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Its just another Bad Day

[Verse 2]
All smoking cigarettes, friend asks what he gets
Get the money bets, nothing that he gets
All smoking oh not me, Im gonna live healthy
Living healthy, now Im gonna take a selfie
Not drinking alcohol, but my friends all
Now Im quite tall, make a header with the ball
All in this age, now whe are fucking teenage
Smoking and rage, lock him in a cage

[Refrain]
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Its just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Just another Bad Day
Its just another Bad Day

Sirenen – Casper songtexte

Songtexte Casper – Sirenen

Hast du gedacht, du bist hier sicher? Bist du wie betäubt?
Macht die Medizin dich müde? Fühlst du dich verfolgt?
Hast du schwache Nerven? Rauben Sorgen dir den Schlaf?
Sehnst du dich nach Wärme? Halten Albträume dich wach?
Hast du Angst um dein Leben? Kommt Panik in dir hoch?
Fühlst du dich belogen? Fürchtest du den Tod?
Hörst du die Sirenen kommen? Hörst du die Sirenen kommen?
Hörst du die Sirenen ko.

Hört ihr die Sirenen kommen?
Hört ihr die Sirenen kommen?
Hände hoch, will die Hände sehen
Hände hoch, will die Hände sehen.

Keine Zeit für den Zeitgeist jetzt
Wir verweigern das Schweigerecht
Eingekreist, eingegrenzt
Dreißig auf einen, nun live im Netz
Denn zehn Flaschen Wein könnten zehn Waffen sein
Platz geräumt, die ganze Mannschaft rein (nein)
Heult nicht rum versuri-lyrics.info
Das bisschen Totschlag bringt euch nicht um.

Hört ihr die Sireneeen kommen?
Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung, alle!
Hört ihr die Sireneeen kommen?
Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung jetzt!

Keiner bewegt sich (yeah, yeah)
Jeder geht drauf! (aha)
Keiner bewegt sich (yeah, yeah)
Jeder geht drauf! (aha)
Drei kurz, drei lang, drei kurz
Ja, so geht der Puls der Stadt
Hier der Soundtrack zum Untergang
Also tanz auf dem Pulverfass!

Guten Morgen, wir sind am Arsch (yeah)
Lage ist SNAFU, ganz normal
Passierschein, 38a
Dort im Land, was Verrückte macht (na klar!)
Die reden von ihr’m Land und Sichtgrenze
Vom klebenden Bierglas die Chipsreste
Keine Sorge, was morgen wird
Für den Untergang sorgen wir, nicht ihr!

Hört ihr die Sirenen kommen?
Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung, alle!
Hört ihr die Sirenen kommen?
Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung jetzt!

Keiner bewegt sich (yeah, yeah)
Jeder geht drauf! (aha)
Keiner bewegt sich (yeah, yeah)
Jeder geht drauf! (aha)
Drei kurz, drei lang, drei kurz
Ja, so geht der Puls der Stadt
Hier der Soundtrack zum Untergang
Also tanz auf dem Pulverfass!

Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung, alle
Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung, alle
Geht in Deckung, geht in Deckung, alle
Tick, tick, tick, tick!

Keiner bewegt sich (yeah, yeah)
Jeder geht drauf! (aha)
Keiner bewegt sich (yeah, yeah)
Jeder geht drauf! (aha)
Drei kurz, drei lang, drei kurz
Ja, so geht der Puls der Stadt
Hier der Soundtrack zum Untergang
Also tanz auf dem Pulverfasss!
Casper songtexte
Video Casper

Bagarre – Alonzo paroles

Paroles Alonzo – Bagarre

Viens on sort, viens on arrête de parler, ça sert à rien, y’a du monde grooos
Viens on sort, tu fais l’chaud, tu parles avec des grands gestes mais t’es qui grooos?
Viens on sort, viens on arrête de parler, ça sert à rien, y’a du monde grooos
Viens on sort, tu fais l’chaud, tu parles avec des grands gestes mais t’es qui gros?(bagarre)

Bat les couilles, nous, y’a dégun qui nous fouille
J’suis avec des trentenaires, sacoche, survet du Dortmund
Bat les couilles, bat les couilles, on te nanace en cagoule
On va t’laisser par terre et te dire Salamu Alaykum
Fais le fou, fais le fou et dire que t’y es bon au foot
On va t’en mettre deux, trois dans les jambes, j’te conseille de prendre la route
Prendre la route, prendre la route, tout le monde va se meler dans l’embrouille
Tout le monde est lewé dans la foule versuri-lyrics.info
Halafu, halafu, qu’est-ce que j’en ai rien à foutre
J’rappe en comorien, tu comprends pas mais tu te tords le cou
J’suis là mais je t’esquive, t’y as la boco, bois un coup
T’y as un succès d’estime et tu te crois dans le coup
C’est la guerre, Belvedere, les tchoins ont le cul en l’air
Je jette mes loubou’ depuis que ton rappeur les met, ça pue sa mère
T’y as des likes sur Insta’, ici t’es pas aimé mon frère
C’est ALZ, CZ, en un morceau j’suis millionnaire, groooooos.

Viens on sort, viens on arrête de parler, ça sert à rien, y’a du monde grooos
Viens on sort, tu fais l’chaud, tu parles avec des grands gestes mais t’es qui grooos?
Viens on sort, viens on arrête de parler, ça sert à rien, y’a du monde grooos
Viens on sort, tu fais l’chaud, tu parles avec des grands gestes mais t’es qui gros?

Bon j’commence à faire la promo haha, je tire la courte paille, mamé. Qui veut teste?
Ça tombe bien. Aujourd’hui j’ai pas encore graille. j’peux bouffer le game sur place
mamé, mais vue que j’ai pas le temps, je passe par le drive, hein. Ferme là, ferme là eh..

Ferme ta gueule, ferme ta gueule, ferme ta gueule-gueule-gueule
Gueule de bois, gueule de bois, gueule de bois-bois-bois
Bois d’argent, bois d’argent, bois d’argent gent-gent-gent
J’entends tout, j’entends tout, j’entends tout-tout-tout
Tout est mort, tout est mort, tout est mort-mort-mort
Mort aux vaches, mort aux vaches, mort au vaches-vaches-vaches
Va charger, va charger, va charger gerrr.
Alonzo paroles
Video Alonzo

Next – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Next

Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be f*ckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m neeext
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (your b*tch)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.

I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five b*tches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh.

f*ck that lil’ b*tch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your b*tch, she on the jet too (your b*tch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
P***y too good versuri-lyrics.info
Bust in her mouth, f*ck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Serve for breakfast (serve)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna f*ck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah).

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump

Ungerachte welt – PTK songtexte

Songtexte PTK – Ungerachte welt

Der Mensch ist Gottes letzte Plage
Viele kleine Teufel hocken in den Chefetagen
Krawatte um den Hals, ihr führt euch selbst an der Leine
Ihr hört die Tiere nicht reden, ihr seht die Walder nicht weinen
Scherben und Trümmer, sterbende Kinder, immer
Die selben Fernsehbilder, die du siehst, wohlgenahrt in dei’m Zimmer
Sie starren Stunden auf ein’ Kasten, dabei lernen sie nichts
Ich guck hoch in die Sterne – das ist Fernseh’n für mich
Jeder Ozean verdreckt und jedes Meer leer gefischt
Dein Körper aus Wasser, aber kein Klarwerk für dich
Krebs tötet alle, der ganze Globus kampft
Und Monsanto hat auf Broccoli Patent – so ist der Mensch
Die Natur ist effektiv, doch wir lern’ nicht draus
Sie nimmt nur das schwachste Glied und nie mehr als sie braucht
Und wir? Wir nehmen alles was wir kriegen können – Gier
Raubbau am Planeten, zwingen ihn zu selektier’n.(ungerachte welt)

Weltfrieden – wie bloß?
Wenn alle Menschen tot sind
Ist die Welt doch’n Friedhof
Weltfrieden – wie bloß?
Wenn alle Menschen tot sind
Ungerachte Weeelt, Ungerachte Weeelt, Ungerachte Weeelt, Ungerachte Weeelt.

Die Wolken sind grau, der Regen ist sauer
Das Fleisch ist geklont und die Gene nicht sauber
Wir ernten was wir saen, aber das gehört dazu
Wie die Krankheiten im Alter und das Plastik in dein’ Blut
Schwankende Temperaturen, Naturkatastrophen
Wir schießen Satelliten ins All, denn wir suchen da oben
Antworten auf all die Mysterien – frag die Aliens
Sie gucken auf uns runter, wir sind die Bakterien
Der Grund für den Tod verschiedenster Arten
Statt die Welt als eins zu sehen, teilen wir sie in Staaten, und
Reiche Snobs regieren die Armen versuri-lyrics.info
Weiße Cops erschießen ein’ Schwarzen
Wieso sieht man nie in den Nachrichten, wie sie sich vertragen?
Weil sie es niemals tun werden – du brauchst nie wieder zu fragen
Nachstenliebe ist ein Fabel
Wesen, dass es niemals gegeben hat
Und das ist auch irgendwie zwar Schade
Aber and’rerseits geschieht alles auf ungerechte Weise
Diese Erde – eine ungerachte Waise
Kein Vater, Keine Mutter – alle tot, Noch dreht sie sich
Irgendwann dreht sie durch
Und daran sind wir Schuld.

Ungerachte Welt, Ungerachte Welt, Ungerachte Welt, Ungerachte Welt
Weltfrieden wie bloß?
Wenn alle Menschen tot sind
Ist die Welt doch’n Friedhof
Weltfrieden – wie bloß?
Wenn alle Menschen tot sind
Ungerachte Welt, Ungerachte Welt, Ungerachte Welt, Ungerachte Welttt.
PTK songtexte
Video welt

Pa e browse – Dj Tubarao feat. Mc Pocahontas letra

Letra Dj Tubarao – Pa e browse

Tá sempre copiando o que eu posto
Gosta de tudo que eu gosto
Até roupa igual já que usar
Se eu passo, ela dá risada
Fica toda atrapalhada
Não consegue nem disfarçar
E não tem solução pra essa mina
Vacila como respira
E com ela ninguém quer colar.(pa e browse)

E olha aí, olha o comportamento
Puxa o fundamento de todo o procedimento
Pa e Browse
Recalcada, fingida
Versuri-lyrics.info
Diz que já nasceu artista
Adora o close
Ela gosta de imitar

E olha aí, oh, oh, oh

O que vem de baixo não me atinge
Você mente, você finge
E pureza, você não tem não
Quer ter o meu carro importado
Meu nome, meu namorado
Fez a cópia até do meu cordãooo.
Dj Tubarao letras
Video browse

Manda Um Beijo Daqui – Mc Andrewzinho letra

Letra Mc Andrewzinho – Manda um beijo daqui

Vim no baile
À convite dela
Demorei, mas cheguei
Tô aqui, hein?!
Essa mina, foguete decola
Versuri-lyrics.info
É tão linda
Que até com os olhos sorri.(manda um beijo daqui)

Só tu vendo pra ver
Vibe maravilhosa
Rebola, gostosa
E manda um beijo daqui.

Bate o bumbum
Com a amiga
Desce de ladin
Diguidin, diguidin, diguidin, ohhh.

Bate o bumbum
Com a amiga
Desce de ladin
Gostosin, diguidin
Depois olha pra mimmm.
Mc Andrewzinho letras
Video daqui

Is dit over – Ronnie Flex songtekste

Songtekste Ronnie Flex – Is dit over

Ik weet niet of het ligt aan jou of aan mij
Ik zie niet hoe diep het gaat
Ik wil nog één kans, dit is nog niet voorbij
Misschien ben ik iets te laat.(is dit over)

Ik weet niet eens wat er gebeurde en
Nu ben ik alleen aan het zeuren en
Maakt niet uit waar, maar je murdert hem
Ik mis jou en al je kleuren en yeah
Ja je kan wel zijn met hem
Boy ik weet wel dat je liever bij mij bent
Laat die nigga allang kom en wine again
Ik weet dat je weet dus ben je mine again of niet.

Is dit over?
Is dit over?
Is dit over?
Ik weet niet wat ik voel, misschien is je kans voorbij
Is dit over?
Is dit over?
Is dit over?
Het ligt aan jou, allang niet meer aan mij.

Ik denk niet dat jij weet wat jij doet met mij
Laat mij niet meer in de steek versuri-lyrics.info
Jij wilde mijn hart, breek hem dan niet in twee
Als je nu nog om me geeft.

Je zegt alleen dat ik kan zeuren en
Nu bel je me op nu ik niet met je ben
Maakt niet uit waar, maar je murdert hem
Ik mis jou en al je kleuren en yeah
Ja je kan wel zijn met hem
Boy ik weet wel dat je liever bij mij bent
Laat die nigga allang kom en wine again
Ik weet dat je weet dus ben je mine again of niet.

Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Ik weet dat je weet dus ben je mine again of niet
Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Het ligt aan jou, allang niet meer aan mij.

Ik mis je nu al vijf uur en vijf dagen
Nee zij kunnen niet zijn als hoe wij waren
Oh zeg me wat je ziet als je kijkt naar me
Ik ben wel goed met je vriendin, zo praat zij ..
Misschien kan ik veranderen voor jou, misschien wel
Als ik met je ben dan gaat alles vanzelf
Of weet je nu niet… n-n-niet
Dit is niet over, laatste tijden werden wij juist closer
Kom naar mij we doen het groter
Kom naar mij we doen het overnieuw.

Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Misschien is je kans voorbij
Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Is dit oveeer?
Het ligt aan jou, allang niet meer aan mijjj.
Ronnie Flex songtekste
Video over

Verschil – Jackz songtekste

Songtekste Jackz – Verschil

Zeven jaar op diefstal, ben benieuwd als hij ten is
Twaalf jaar op wierie, en gerroes, geen tennis
Jullie mannen praten paars, maar rekening is rood
Mannen planken met die witte lijnen op the road
Blauw op case, zijn op zoek naar de koning
Je vriend kan je snitchen voor een kleine beloning
Fock een flikker die met info naar de po ging
Rappers claimen dat ze doen, maar wagen geen poging, nee.(verschil)

Ik wil binnen zijn, wil niet met die b*tches zijn
B*tches brengen Ibahesj
Op sporen bradda, net een lijn
Ik wil binnen zijn, wil niet met die b*tches zijn
b*tches brengen Ibahesj versuri-lyrics.info
Op sporen bradda, net een lijn
Slapen levert niks op, dus mattie beter wake up
Je drogga levert goed op, maar je blowt het in een week op
Mannen zonder feeling, ze breken je om streken
M’n arm die is lang, in de buurt en omstreken.

Money maakt verschil, je ziet wie z’n best deed
Heavy s**t broer, je ziet dat ik best eet
Je moet stacken, wil niet weten wat je besteed
Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee
Money maakt verschil, je ziet wie z’n best deed
Heavy s**t broer, je ziet dat ik best eet
Je moet stacken, wil niet weten wat je besteed
Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee.

Chickies die doen high class, met kleren van de sale in
Bradda fock domme s**t, ik wil niet meer de cel in
Life is een helling, ben trouw als een wedding
Connect me voor een show, kom op aanvraag als bestelling
Want ik wil alleen money, money, money net als Rothschild
Mama, sorry, papa, sorry, was een rot child
Jij wilt toch ook die getallen net als Rockefeller
Wat je draagt, draagt ik ook, maar we rocken feller
Twee barkie op de teller, mannen hebben zware voeten
Je wordt geflitst van bovenuit, ja we zullen boeten
Ik ben gefocust op die buit, ja we blijven zoeken
Maar moet me richten op geloof, voor ik lig in doeken
Is er chaos, zegt m’n broeder altijd “Ka Mate”
Geen stress, eyes slow, net als anime
Vraag me niet teveel, ik heb ook mijn privé
Ja de smurfen zijn op beelden, net als je tv.

Money maakt verschil, je ziet wie z’n best deed
Heavy s**t broer, je ziet dat ik best eet
Je moet stacken, wil niet weten wat je besteed
Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee
Money maakt verschil, je ziet wie z’n best deed
Heavy s**t broer, je ziet dat ik best eet
Je moet stacken, wil niet weten wat je besteed
Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, neee.
Jackz songtekste
Video Jackz