Noah Cyrus – Live Or Die lyrics

If there ain’t no price tag, I might take it right
If I hit it from the back, I might just hit it twice
Rest in peace to everyone that we lost in life
And I just wanna run away-ay-ay
I just wanna run away-ay-ay
I just wanna run away-ay-ay, yeah-eah-eah-eah,ay
(With you, baby)
[Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight, yah
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight
[Harmonizing] [Pre-Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
On our way to the sky
We’re gonna look down on tonight
When we die, you and I
Two heartbreak soldiers
When you lay by my side
I see the whole world through your eyes
Ride or die, you and I
[Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight, yah
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight
[Verse 1: Lil Xan & both]
Have you ever seen a red flower? Aye
Came from a broken home, parents never saw it
Now I’m living all alone, taking care of us all, yeah
Flashes in my face, I guess that’s what you get with all this fame
Just because it’s that you gang does not mean that you really gang
Weather changes with my mood, it never really stays the same
And one plus one is two, and without you I think I’d go insane
And what you think? Yeah
Have you ever seen a gold flower? Pause, let it sink in
They threw me in and now I’m drowning in the deep end
If I’m religious, you’re the one that I believe in
You’ve been here with me to help me fight all my demons
[Pre-Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
On our way to the sky
We’re gonna look down on tonight
When we die, you and I
Two heartbreak soldiers
When you lay by my side
I see the whole world through your eyes
Ride or die, you and I
[Verse 2: Lil Xan, Noah Cyrus, both]
To live or die, what’s the price on a life?

Young Thug – Rich Nigga Live Lyrics

[Hook]
Go to Instagram and…
Get on a rich nigga live, rich nigga live, rich nigga live
Rich nigga live, rich nigga live, rich nigga live
Aye this a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
A rich nigga live, a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
I’m having plenty [?] and wives and I’m having plenty lies
I’m having plenty sticks and knives
They pop at you [?]
She said I’m Katy Perry some of callin me [?]
She said I’m Katy Perry some of callin me Lisa Maguire
It ain’t no Instagram Live it’s a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
This is a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
Hop on a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live with all of my slimes
I told my homie to get off of live and go head and serve me some pie
I called up the wheezy he comin’ through like a blizzard
Chief Keef Sosa he callin my phone he ready to pierce ya
Anything that Lil Durk want I told to go head and pick it like bingo
Champagne Papi on a tour with them Migos I told him he should run out of state get a kilo
Serving me dog food like I’m Scooter if you don’t [?] I rob you like casino
I told my dog Julio Jones to switch his position throw it like he Tebow

410 – Hunterz Lyrics

Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting? Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting? Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting? What’s that smell in the air? Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting? Splash him, and splash his friend
Ayy Ayy, Y.AM Sav ‘mence
He’ll do him and do his friend
Oh gosh, he went on the bloody net
Talking hella nonsense
I’ll splash him and splash his friend
Trap stack, man can’t do it like TS
Man need to loww all the vocal
The boy try speak and he still got beating
You got changed and he left you
Question?, Are you gonna back you bredrin? That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’? What’s that smell in the air? That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’ That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’? That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
[Verse 2: Skengdo]
410’s wet, what? Girls on me, and I like her loads
But she moves too young like Ashley
Would wife a gladly, but she don’t get me
All she wanna do is stress me
Stay away from trident
Y.AM just violent
He’s not tryna impress me
Big .45 with a Muay Thai kick
But the kickback kick like Jet-Li
Doing up houses bit by bit
But the bit brix loves Coke and Pepsi
You already know dat I beat your chick
If you don’t want wood just let me
Man just ran when I wave that stick
Cah the shotgun long and hefty
Miles tryna catch dem fishing in C
Mans been to the C, there’s plenty
Think about me
I was raised in the C, had 2 shotguns at 20
Trident on me, IC3
Roll with the blue like Bentley
She was on me, nuttin ain’t free
True say the kid been trendy (Mally)
[Chorus]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’? What’s that smell in the air? Kick down doors like Kungfu
Wave it around and now everyone is stressin’ (du-du bow)
They ask “why we ain’t social?”
Cos most mans fake and they ain’t in my intrest
Look at you, splashing on cotton
I’ll just sip on my tea and left him
Boy better have that plan
Cah me and the g’s investing
Skengs, ding-dongs, rolls of work
I’m poppin’ it eas’ on a next ting
Bro-bro set that trend
You better do that shit like your best friend
Filly, 410, F Blocka be the best ends
You couldn’t be gang
Ahh me you stressin’
As we say round here “you done out ‘ere, that’s a lesson”
[Chorus: AM]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’? Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting? What’s that smell in the air? Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting? That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nufin’
[Verse 1: AM]
Girls on man cah the music bangs
Nuff times she wet her panties
Man love chat till I step ‘pon flats
And her legs get wee like bambies
Opps outrageous, giving out statements
Tryna crash corn at families
Beef intense, so I cop me a skeng
Tryna rain on dem, Ashanti
Free K-Crash, he was doing up Viking
Why you gonna be so wassy? [Chorus: AM]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’? What’s that smell in the air? That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’? What’s that smell in the air?

Big D The Impossible – Father and Son (alebumaye) Lyrics

(Verse 1)
First nigga, niggas first
First record nigga sound quick
I ain’t the type of people you can mess quick or make a name out of his mind
I’m a record lable, i make a record label between your mind
Between the line you can distinguish i and you out, Wu first clan in tang big deal
I’m not the type you can diss quick, i’m a family man
I first introduced you to rap not pap or trap you mingle into
Shot up your mouth big too, hahahaha, nigga slap on my face my face down
Nigga quick rap on about the jerk i’m into, my face blown down too
I fucked your wife you fucked my bitch too, bee shot up your face down well
Before i crossed your line my time ain’t wasted on rhymes line, high bitch first crossed your line
Now, you think you gat somethin’ to rap fake gee
(Chorus 1)
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaya killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Big shot the fuck up
Alebumaye killin shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin shovelin killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
(Verse 2)
First record i signed my son and i myself
Never forget biggie and pac death row, local gees, force militant, amy first habbit
Record suit addict cocaine congrat me make me out of sense
I’m in greedy i don’t feel the line i don’t feel it at all
I don’t mean it i don’t mess around like you B that call yourself G
Bitch to God gat somethin’ or nothin’ to say
I’m on my own i label my senses my record and my soul
Monkey tie ain’t suit me, but love the fitted up on my neck
Monkey tie ain’t sit me, but i love the size only up on my neck
Lonely, day i’m on my own i think i forget about more than i think i gat
I forget about it all, all i thought, all i got i and all i had
But the day goes on like tin and bring all day back
Today is another day entirely i reap my way, i sat down and i see myself back line
(Chorus 2)
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin shovelin’ alebumaye
I’m plannin’ ahead every moment i sit
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin shovelin’ killin’shovelin’ alebumaye
I’m plannin’ ahead whenever i sit

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Video: Graham Long says he will be still around to support Wayside's Pastor Jon Owen. (Australian Story: Quentin Davis)

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Graham drove Jon Owen out to the Mt Druitt area and Jon, wife Lisa and their two young daughters set up a community centre from their living room in the suburb of Bidwell.They ran youth groups, cooking classes and men’s forums, and helped out in the community whenever there was a need.”Our mission [was] to create community and make our household a safe place for kids, a safe place for women, and a place of peace for men,” says Jon.”I think we had 13 people in a three-bedroom house at one stage.”Graham invited Jon into the Wayside as an assistant pastor to see whether he could sink or swim.Despite being mistaken for a drug dealer on his first day in the job, Jon swam.Rebel with a causeIn June this year, Jon Owen was inducted into his new role of pastor and chief executive of the Wayside.The choir sang and the crowd cheered. Sometimes that’s all a person needs.”That connectivity he has and the real compassion he shows for people generally is the key attribute that will make him a success in the role,” says Ian Martin, Wayside’s chairman. Some he has seen through jail terms, drug addictions and difficult recoveries.”I’ve had more goodbye concerts than Jon Farnham,” he jokes to an old mate as he gets up to leave.His title now is Pastor Emeritus but Graham calls himself just “a pimple on the bum of Wayside”.The weight of keeping this vital service alive is on someone else’s shoulders but Graham will still be around to support his younger successor.”We all flourish best when we’re necessary, significant, not central,” he says.”I really believe that with all my heart. (Supplied)
‘A pimple on the bum of Wayside’Graham Long sits in the sun talking to the visitors. Photo:
Whether it’s a meal, shower, rehabilitation or just a friendly chat, visitors come to Wayside for their own reasons. He also happens to look like an Indian version of George Clooney, with killer looks and also a killer sense of humour.”I’m Indian, we can’t fight. Photo:
Wayside Chapel is a haven for the city’s vulnerable and homeless. And we’re very proud of him for what he’s pursued over the past 20-odd years,” says Jon’s father Zyx. Photo:
Malcolm Turnbull at the Wayside during Christmas 2017. (Supplied: Wayside Chapel)
The visitors are waiting outside the Wayside Chapel in the morning as the blinds go up.It’s a cluster of buildings down a side street in Kings Cross and the sun is just reaching the front courtyard.Some of the visitors have slept rough on the street and need a shower and clean clothes.Others want a cheap breakfast or to play chess in the cafe.People who are isolated and lonely come for company or to join in one of the many activities.A man with homemade tattoos tells Jon his sad life story. (Supplied: Wayside Chapel)
Search for Wayside successorWhen Graham Long announced he was stepping down as Pastor and CEO of Wayside late in 2017, many felt he was irreplaceable.An irreverent Reverend, a maverick and a teller of bawdy jokes, Graham fashioned the Wayside into a true community.Instead of acting as an intensive care unit for the disadvantaged, Graham created a place of no “us and them”.Celebrities rub shoulders with the mentally ill. But now I have to demonstrate it.”He walks up Hughes Street, resting easy in the knowledge his life’s work is in good hands. (Supplied: Wayside Chapel)
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Children going to playgroup in the hall walk past ice addicts, and prime ministers serve meals to the homeless.Everyone is treated with dignity and respect.”It’s not really right to call it a welfare agency, we don’t see it that way. When we break into your house, we’ll probably reconfigure your wi-fi to make it work properly,” he laughs.Jon has never broken into anyone’s house. Jon lets him talk. For them it has been a long journey with their wayward son.They brought him as a baby from Malaysia and raised him and his sisters in Melbourne hoping for the educational opportunities that would create successful lives.”I actually secretly wanted him to become a doctor. Who are they going to find?'” remembers Wayside ambassador Indira Naidoo.”They’re very big shoes to fill, aren’t they?” adds another ambassador, actress Claudia Karvan.Graham had the man for the jobAs it turns out, Graham had already pegged his successor.A few years into his tenure at Wayside, a young man turned up from Melbourne wanting to know where in Sydney he could do the most good. In fact, for the last two decades he has opened his home to anyone needing help.With his wife Lisa, they chose to live on the poverty line while working among disadvantaged communities in Melbourne and Western Sydney.It is this creed of selfless service that has seen him chosen as the new pastor and chief executive of Sydney’s iconic Wayside Chapel. We’re not even naughty. Jon Owen is a modern-day saint. A lawyer would’ve done fine,” remembers mum Rani.Jon was six months away from completing his computer science and engineering degree when he dropped out to do community work.”We’re not disappointed now, given where this has taken him, and his passion. We’re a place where community is created and where barriers are knocked down. Photo:
Graham Long and Jon Owen outside Wayside Chapel (Supplied: Wayside Chapel)
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Jon Owen’s mother secretly wanted him to become a doctor or lawyer. We don’t want to be an intensive care unit for people who fail,” says Graham.But after 14 years in the job, Graham felt it was time for generational change and a fresh energy for this enormous role.”I think we were all thinking, ‘How can he ever be replaced? From running a small ministry out of his living room, he is now in charge of over 100 staff members and nearly 700 volunteers, and responsible for raising an operating budget of $10 million a year.As well, he ministers to thousands of visitors who treat Wayside as a home away from home — that is, if they have a home to go to.A place where love trumps hate

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The Wayside Chapel is run out of a cluster of buildings down a Kings Cross side street. None more so than his parents Rani and Zyx Owen.

Chances are this 92yo and her husband are much better dancers than you

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They call me the bargain hunter in Coles,” she said.”[If I stopped dancing] I’d be an old woman then.”The Kortlevens have been coming to the Cuckoo for almost five decades but have been weekly attendees for at least the past six years. I’m happy with anything. “Wherever there was a dance we went there and we went only once a month to the Cuckoo, but nowadays it is every week.”It’s one day of the week I don’t cook. (Supplied: Frans Kortleven)
Mr Kortleven said he was able to learn quickly under his wife’s tutelage “because we got on so well”.It’s this mutual adoration that also helped them through the hard times. (ABC News: Jacinta Parsons)
Mr Kortleven said aside from dancing together, the secret to their long and happy marriage was having “tolerance of each other”.Mrs Kortleven, meanwhile, puts it down to “no nagging and know when to shut up”.”I get up at six o’clock and get my husband breakfast in bed, but later on he does all the floors and the windows so I’ve got the better deal, don’t I?”We are a very happy couple.” “It’s the most beautiful thing and I find it quite romantic, nostalgic but also invigorating. External Link:

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Mrs Kortleven said the regular dancing kept her young.”It keeps you mentally alert and I’m still very good in figures too. I’ve got no worries and I don’t make any.”It’s a simple life. Nobody tricks me. “It makes me feel very young and fit — like if they can do it, I can too.”The Kortlevens met at a club in the Netherlands when Frans was 22 and Wilhelmina was 27.They married in 1952 and moved to Australia the following year, escaping the devastation and housing shortage after World War II.Although Wilhelmina was a champion dancer, Frans required a bit more work to raise him up to her lofty standards.”He couldn’t dance when I met him, but I used to teach beginners so it was easy,” she said.”I started dancing in 1947 in a championship in Holland. The pair could not have children, but rather than dwell on the past Mrs Kortleven prefers to think positively.”I’m always happy. Even at the school when they kids go past and they wave to me, little things like that make me happy.”Even a breast cancer diagnosis and mastectomy couldn’t stop her from spinning her beloved around the dancefloor.”I lost my breast last year, two weeks later I was back on the dancefloor,” she said.”Things like that don’t worry me. Every Saturday night, 92-year-old Wilhelmina Kortleven and her 87-year-old husband Frans put on their best clothes and their finest dancing shoes.They wait eagerly at home to be picked up by members of a German folk band and driven to the kitsch restaurant The Cuckoo in the Dandenong Ranges.The couple, who have been married for 66 years, are the unassuming star attraction of the entertainment offering at this outer-Melbourne venue.Alongside the bulging smorgasbord, the pair twirl around the polished timber dancefloor every week, stunning diners with fast and nimble footwork that belies their ages. In the past, when suburban dances were more common, they used to try different venues.”We often had the German club, the Dutch club, the Slovenian club, even the Croatian club,” she said. My husband only gets breakfast and I have breakfast and that’s all he gets because you’ve got to be hungry when you go to the Cuckoo.”Venue owner Daniela Koeppen Rosenfeld said the pair were an inspiration.”There are no places left to be able to see two people dance the classical waltz or the two step and in harmony — the way they swing around together, it’s like the two are one,” she said. The quickstep I’m pretty good at now, and the polka.”

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A photograph of Frans and Wilhelmina Kortleven dancing in their younger years. I’ve still got another [breast] here.”I’ve got not worries, no computers, no mobile phone — but I’ve got the Cuckoo.”

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Lynne Gambrill said the bags were a practical gift to help the athletes who do bulk washing each day.”It’s been a wonderful project, and people not even involved with the RSL have wanted to take part,” she said.”I had a call from a lady from Nanango who wasn’t an auxiliary member but she still wanted to be part of it.”The biggest thing for me has been that so many people from across the state have come together to support the athletes who are amazing in their own right.”

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Each of the ladies took part in sewing the bags for the Invictus athletes. Invictus Games: Everything you need to know More than 500 athletes from around the globe will descend on Sydney for the 2018 Invictus Games. (ABC Radio Brisbane: Jessica Hinchliffe)
Stitching more than 250 bagsAlong with auxiliaries from New South Wales and Victoria, the project is aiming to produce a total of 500 bags. Photo:
Lynne Gambrill coordinated the project for Queensland, collecting bags from across the state. Hundreds of handmade laundry bags will be given to athletes competing at the upcoming Invictus Games in Sydney following months of sewing by enthusiastic volunteers.Members of RSL Women’s auxiliaries across Queensland have spent most of the year busily collecting material and stitching bags.From bright koala embroidery to kangaroo-emblazed patchwork, each bag has been designed with a unique Australian theme. But what are they? Photo:
Prince Harry created the Invictus Games in 2014. (ABC News: Philippa McDonald)
“I hope Prince Harry gets one of my bags.”How wonderful would that be? I would really like that.”Fellow volunteer and bag creator Vicki Williams said although their contribution was small, it’s an important one.”I feel so proud to be part of it and we’ve become like ambassadors for Australia; it might just be a laundry bag, but it’s an icon that they take home with them.” we’ve sewn more than half the number needed,” Ms Gambrill said.”The women have enjoyed the fact that they could be involved in the Games even if they aren’t going.”Ms Gambrill said since joining the RSL Auxiliaries in 1980, she had never seen a project that involved so many people from across the country.”It’s been really heart-warming and I hope the athletes know how much love went into making each bag.”

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Some of the bags have been inscribed with messages to the athletes. (ABC Radio Brisbane: Jessica Hinchliffe)
Patchwork quilts have also been made for each country competing.”One of the quilts made from us has scenes of the Great Barrier Reef on it and we know it’s going to the English team,” Ms Gambrill said.”We also have one for Prince Harry and Meghan so they have something to take back to their country.”Inspired by young diggersVolunteer Betty Beauchamp made 25 bags on her own, the highest number made by one person in Queensland.”I’m a sewer and a hoarder,” she said”I even had a man from the Manly RSL who was able to embroider a gold kangaroo with Invictus Games Sydney 2018 on the bottom of each one.”

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Betty Beauchamp made more than 25 bags for the project. Queensland has sent 250 to Sydney in preparation for the event.”We thought we would try and get 100 made here in Queensland but we’ve ended up with more than 250 bags … (ABC Radio Brisbane: Jessica Hinchliffe)
Ms Beauchamp said she was inspired by her husband who fought in Vietnam as well as the many young diggers she had met over the years.”My husband was in the Army for more than 20 years and I have come into contact with many young diggers,” she said.”One of the young men had been in an accident and had lost one hand and badly damaged the other.”He was so positive and had hoped to be a pilot with the Air Force, but he had to change his dream and do something different within the force.”His positivity made me think ‘yes, we can help’.”Fingers crossed for Prince HarryMs Beauchamp hopes one special guest in particular receives one of her handmade embroidered bags.
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Stefflon Don – Favourite Girl Lyrics

Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
‘Cause you know we haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
Give me good livin’ so mi [?]
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
[Bridge: Stefflon Don]
Yeah, babe, you know mi not gon’ lie
I’ll never break a guy, hopin’ I don’t lie
You don’t see mi with no other guy
Baby, you set the temperature high
Lovin’ what you do, what you do to me
Give me good love, I don’t need money
Love the way you whine up on my body
Love the way you whine up on my body
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
[Chorus: Haile]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving? Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work
[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
(Don, uh)
[?], heard I’m next up, yeah, I’m on draft
Labels stop when I ring ’cause I’m hot prob’
Puttin’ rocks where my vest up, all that chest love
Foreign rocks like it’s hopscotch and I won’t stop
I dismiss all you chicks
Spit from the E 5th and I’m proud
Here’s to BIG PON
Diamonds lookin’ like my albino friend
Stick with, repossession tick when they hear the click, click
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap, drip, drip
Boss up, call me [?] make it clap
Belly fat, pussy poppin’ from the fat
[Chorus: Haile & Stefflon Don]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving? [Intro: Haile & Stefflon Don]
Yeah, in my zone, yeah, yeah
We haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Oh, you know we haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
He only messin’ with the real don, call too rude
If I ever got a problem, he got one too
Guns cock if you don’t cry, everythin’ die
No boy could never test I, that would never fly
So what you sayin’ to me? Stretch marks any part in the section
Quick thoughts, no phones or reception
My baby keep me calm with affection
[Chorus: Haile]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving? Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work Uh, Will to the Jada
Elizabeth, he need me like the paper
I got a bad attitude and it stink
But he still loves me like alcoholic loves a drink
Can you love my imperfections?

Stefflon Don – Precious Heavy Lyrics

[Intro]
Grimez
[Verse 1]
Fuck a nigga bring a bitch round
Let me show him how to stack P
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
This is everyting that I forseen
Mummy cryin’ that was back when
Steff Don was a likkle youth
Now I’m grown, she don’t cry tears
‘Cause I drop racks, that’s mother care
Payin’ is what they gon’ do
Hearin’ comments, sayin’ shit for likes
I’ma wish those likes paid
Check the page, that’s android
That CCTV footage
Bitch, you need a new phone
How you comment in them shit you don’t own? [Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name
[Verse 2]
Rappers’ bodies gettin’ carried away
Don’t bury them ‘less you’re a minute late
Very blessed when I check my safe
My name ringin’ in every state
5-star on my sheets
40 racks while I sleep
Killin’ niggas and bitches too
Discrimination, I don’t do
Promise to win, I’ll never lose
Fuck a ring, I’m drippin’ juice
No love but self love
Selfless but caught up
Dumyoung ting, torn up
Fuck boys get your money up
Bitches mad ’cause I’m comin’ up
[Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name
[Verse 3]
Time runnin’ out of focus
Slide bitches, mai tai, you haffi go look
If you know my side, you know that I’m with the stuff
Watch it when I ride, don’t compare me, oh
Pull up in the drop top
Mixtape fire, know you had to stop drop
Fuckin’ with my mother, eat your 16 shots
Ting so secure, I don’t need no padlock
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth, mmm

Stefflon Don & DJ Khaled – Win Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This the realest shit I ever said (DJ Khaled!)
They don’t want us to make it
They want us miserable, they want us broke
They wanna finish us
They don’t want us to win (another one)
So we gon’ win more pon dem bumboclaat
[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
They don’t wan see mi mek it
Everyday, another ghetto yute haffi leg it
Dem a just neglected
All dem try on a set, none a dem couldn’t set it
Dem nuh wan see we mek it
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we mek it
Turn dem and we set it
Every hour mi win, dem nuh don’t wan mi see get it
[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we
[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we win
[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Dem badmind and jealous
Dem a pree mi ting, a wish bad fi it
But God blessings, a God mi seh
God blessings, a God mi seh
Every night, mi a pray to Jah, me seh
Dem nuh really badmind like dem, no
Clean heart a win everyday, good over evil a wan mi seh
Fuck all dem badmind people dem
Dem all dirty, dem all dirty, yeah
Dem nuh don’t wan see we win
People hot and badmind, dem nuh wan see we win
Dem a chat ’bout mi ting
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
Dem nuh wan see we win, dem nuh wan see we win
Chat dem a chat ’bout mi ting but
Not a penny dem have inna dem bank book
[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
You nah fi ask if I got it like dat
Fresh, ever clean, everyting haffi match
Money haffi spend but the money come back
Batty fat, belly fat, everyting just a drop
Ever just make it like dat
Mi haffi carry nuff pressure pon mi back
Mi momma get nuff lick fi from mi daddy
So mi haffi make sure that she have it
So try chat to mi, chat to mi
Nuh a dem gyal a can’t chat to mi
Chat patois if you can, then nuh chat to mi
Face pretty but yuh inside damn ugly
So gwan yam batty
Likkle girl, go find your baby daddy
Hmmm, we can’t find nowhere
Look a job and ready, drop a sleep
The fucka wish dem a me
[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we
[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Some bwoy dem a choose evil
We choose Jah
They played themselves
You can’t stop what’s destined in the wind
Stefflon Don, they wanna finish you
They want you broke, they want you miserable
So make sure you become a billionaire

Stefflon Don – Crunch Time Lyrics

bit, need it like a dumpling while I’m coming pee
On your knees (hot one), pretty like Flacko Jodye
Eat this pussy like it’s finger lickin’ chicken on a molies
[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ shit
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch
[Verse 2]
Get’ em up, lick’ em down, they don’t want these problems now
Get these hoes see me, they see me but they don’t want me round
Keep your crown clown, I’ma done what the bloodclaat
Me nuh talk, I leave fishes swimmin’ in a blood bath
Let’ em marinade then fry ’em until they turn soft
Ejaculate on bitches tell them fi lick the cum off
Who she think she really playin’ with
I’m that kid with no patience, I ain’t playing bitch
Talking lips moving quick but ain’t saying shit
Dark knight, dim the light cause they aging quick
[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch [Intro]
Ayo, It’s crunch time niggas in 9, come get yo dick slime
Noreaga, there ain’t no ho running through my bloodline
Jet set what bitches gone bench, they swinging bullets
Government give me your money, cash, I don’t want checks
[Verse]
I ain’t never flopped, ask about me If you want
If you see me in the bank, come bout to fuck a couple racks
Ay, heads turn when I enter, got the best furs to your mister
But I want him he ain’t got shit, I’m a big bird not slender
Juice drip, collard greens, dirty money, pussy clean
T.E.

Stefflon Don – Finesse Lyrics

[Intro]
Don, uh
[Verse]
Bitch, I been finessin’ since the eighth grade
But now I’m gettin’ paid just to show face
If your nigga bummy, tell that nigga skate
Most my bitches hoes but they never fake
Still won’t pay the bill, even if I ate
I don’t pay for meals, I don’t go on dates
But I still get the cake ate
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Toes on my page, livin’ out my case
Block, b-b-blockin’ that same pace
Bitch, I’m pretty, but I’m big parkin’
This ain’t ordinary, got the guards watchin’
This ain’t ordinary, ask my nigga Drake
He told me I’m the realest and them bitches fake
Never play the bench, I don’t play it safe
Don’t cut your nose just to spite your face
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Like I be chillin’ fuckin’ with the real estate
You never set trends if you don’t take risks
This ain’t my opinion, this a practice
[Chorus]
Secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this

Stefflon Don & Future – What You Want Lyrics

I gave it all I had
I gave you all I had
What you want from me? I gave you all I had
I gave you all I had
What the fuck you want from me? My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck
Grimez
[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles (struggles)
They don’t know my pain (they don’t know my pain)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (almost went insane)
They don’t know the hustle (hustle)
They can’t feel my pain (they can’t feel my pain)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks
[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (diamonds on my neck)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I got these bitches goin’ cray)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (and I got them all singin’)
[Verse 1: Stefflon Don & Future]
Pull up on your block, got you wishin’ that I was dead (woo)
Heard that they been comin’, I been waitin’ in the sunset (oh, no)
I be with my niggas all day, bet you can thumb press (yeah, yeah)
Thing go brrrr, good, got that grrrr, that’s your blood check (na, na, na)
Yeah, I don’t know about that (they heard them gunshots)
I don’t know why they mad, I’m just doin’ all I can (yeah, yeah)
Keep it all comin’, I got it, I serve it, and run and fuck they heads off
Pullin’ up, bill it up, run it up, fuck it up, you should know I got it, yeah
Ooh, they can’t walk in my shoes (what they want from me?)
You know what is is (what you want from me? What you want from me? I gave ’em all I had
I gave ’em all I had I gave it all I had)
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist (I gave it all I had)
[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles
They don’t know my pain (what they want from me?)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (what they want from me?)
They don’t know the hustle
They can’t feel my pain (I gave it all I had)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks (I gave it all I had)
[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
[Verse 2: Future]
They don’t know my struggles (sheesh)
They don’t know my pain (what you want from me?)
They don’t know ’bout them nights I damn near went insane (what you want from me?)
I’m goin’ crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My diamonds doin’ [?], yeah, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My cash bringin’ drama, drama, drama, drama (what you want from me?)
Went and bought a Rolls-Royce for my baby mama (what you want from me?)
My checks stay on fleek, they call that a Hannah Montana (I gave it all I had)
My ATMs SD bitch, I fuck my [?damn best] (I gave it all I had)
Yeah, I get racks on racks on racks (what you want from me?)
I fuck Gucci, I put animals on my back, my back (what you want from me?)
Bought that Cuban dollar collar, got a bag at Saks (I gave it all I had)
I bust a rich bitch, but my diamonds ain’t gon’ win my set, yeah (I gave it all I had)
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head (what you want from me?)
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread (what you want from me?)
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck (what you want from me?)
Postin’ choppers on the ‘gram and now we stay relate (I gave it all I had)
I came from the bottom, I can’t let no groupie get in my head (what you want from me?)
And they keep me on the blogs for shit I never said (what you want from me?)
Only bought a Presidential for my Pateks (I gave it all I had)
20 chains around my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Christian Loub’s will drive you crazy (what they want from me?)
Birkin bags for my main lady (I gave it all I had)
I can’t front, this rap can’t save me (I gave it all I had)
[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
[Outro: Future]
What they want from me? [Intro: Future]
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head
Free Bandz
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread
Steff, what up? What the fuck theyu want from me? What the fuck you want from me?

Stefflon Don – Both Ways Lyrics

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what [?]
[Verse: Stefflon Don]
Why everyone in was in [?]
Reposition tit, when it hit the clip, dip, dip
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap stroke in from the back
Bullseye, on my fat back make it clap clap
Belly fat, uh, stretchmarks on Adidas
Pull in on, on that weight, we don’t reclips money come off
Came [?] baby boy just cool off
But my nails did dope about a gel tape glow
Is she leavin’ why she leavin’ with no funds (that’s dumb)
If he playin’ rock the boy and show it strugs (hold on)
Don’t forget to find a bitch and bangarap
Until the bitch is fucking lit so she’s on level up
[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what
[Verse: Fekky]
[?]
[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what

Stefflon Don – Uber Lyrics

[Intro: Stefflon Don]
Uh, oh
Don, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh
[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Put your ass in a Uber
I’ma make you come sooner
I just wanna lay with you now
I just wanna lay with you now
So put your ass in a Uber
Comin’ over in a Uber
I just wanna lay with you now
But I swear, baby, do not, do not, do not
[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not
[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
[?] have it, just know I got it
Know me fi haffi wrap up di road, I got it
Every time they see me and you, I got it
They know I’m nothin’ with fools, I got it
That body haffi get fling up, I got it
Know money make di Don turn her skin off, I got it
You know me got di ice for your cool
Wrap up your tings, turn mi big bed in a swimmin’ pool
I got what you want, pull up, pull
You’ll rock the world if you’re mine
I don’t really talk but do for you, pull up, just pull up
But please don’t waste my time today
[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Put your ass in a Uber
I’ma make you come sooner
I just wanna lay with you now
I just wanna lay with you now
So put your ass in a Uber
Comin’ over in a Uber
I just wanna lay with you now
But I swear, baby, do not, do not, do not
[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not
[Verse 2: Ebenezer]
I know you hate waitin’
Steff, when I pull up, it’s a lingerie ting
Yeah, you look good and you know this
I’m lucky that your ex didn’t notice
Coco butter skin, you’re smooth like
I’m just tryna get you in the mood like
You look summertime fine
And even better in the pool light
Oh, timing
Baby, put your phone on silent
Take the night off, you deserve it
She the [?] to the island, dumb ting
I’ll bring it over if you promise gimme somethin’
Know one thing’s for sure, baby need that long ting
No one interruptin’
[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Ebenezer]
Put your ass in a Uber
I’ma make you come sooner
I just wanna lay with you now
I just wanna lay with you now
So put your ass in a Uber
Comin’ over in a Uber
I just wanna lay with you now
But I swear, baby, do not, do not, do not
[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Ebenezer]
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not, mmm, mmm
Waste my time
Do not, do not