E-40 – Straight Out The Dirt (feat. Yo Gotti & NBA Youngboy)

I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt [Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 1: E-40]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A. [Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
I ain’t got speak on what I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Z06 with the pipes
My young bitch from The Bay
Pussy good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do? I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
Biatch!

Lute – Juggin’

Never seen a flower grow from mud, but I’m ten toes to grown
Sometimes I feel like Will Smith when he play ‘7 Pounds’
Sacrifice myself to see some people smile
[Hook]
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

[Outro]
You see, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
See, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low) ‘Cause looking back, nobody was loyal enough to hold you down
Cut off some people that I love like who gon’ save me now? [Verse 1]
I used to bump Royal T on the way to pops crib on the East
Glock .9 tucked ’cause ain’t no love in these streets
West side nigga like double Locs used to be
Unified nigga, that’s how it’s supposed to be
I am the keeper of my brother from other
Birthed from the struggle, same goals, just divided by the street codes
Streets cold, hope to heat up the soul
Reach for your goals like how you reach for the stars
I beat the odds like fuck the cards I was dealt
I’m just that nigga from the four that wanted more for himself
Went from big wheels to coupe to villas
From cap guns, now we shoot to live
Hope we survive ’cause tomorrow got to do it big
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
[Hook]
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

[Verse 2]
See, I remember days I felt like I ain’t exist
Specially with the thought of never minding a shit
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
Tuition like fuck your pride
What’s a dollar tomorrow, fuck, if you don’t make it out alive
Young nigga, I gotta thrive, but that’s my only option
Can’t post a picture of my daughter without that "when you dropping" comment
That reassures that when I drop, it’s poppin’
Pinky promise to my daughter like it ain’t no stoppin’
Old school cutting corners like a nigga cropped it
.45 in the dash, pray I never cock it
I tried to drink it away, but I confronted it scared
I’m scared, let off a Kendrick ad-lib (do-do-doo)
Bloodshed, hood wonder who them niggas with you
To keep it real, my circle small, could never trust too
Who be your people now?

Jay-Z – Dream. On

Yeah
I’m from where dreamin’ ain’t allowed
‘Specially when you’re dreamin’ aloud
Enough to dream your self-esteem into clouds
It takes tears, sweat, blood, 5 CCs
‘Cause I know what a kid in apartment 5C see’d
Heaven knows, all I had was hella hope
Speed datin’ with destiny, I couldn’t tell her nope
When I first saw stars, television was my telescope
For me, somethin’ that could see me free was a bar
Threw diamonds in the sky that never came down, now that’s a star
My vision was big enough to get me out of the space
I wanted to pass how far I see
I wondered, could a kid from Mars see a kid from Marcy? Are. You? God For things that are seen are temperal
The most beautiful things are invisible
Roc Nation, indivisible
American dream team
Paper planes turned into the real thing
You are whatever you say you are
Turn any situation around
Who.

Prince Fox – Just Call (feat. Bella Thorne)

[Verse 1: Bella Thorne]
It’s no surprise you left this hole
It’s no surprise I’ve lost control
Tell myself byes and I’m feeling alone
It’s mine to mine stuck hearing this phone
Waiting for you only
To light up my face
[Pre-Chorus: Prince Fox and Bella Thorne]
So just call if you need me
Call if you don’t
Call If you love me
Call if you won’t
Call me an asshole
Call me a fool
[Chorus: Prince Fox]
Just call
Just call
[Verse 2: Prince Fox]
Tell all my friends how much you suck
And they hide my phone ’cause they know that I will pick up
I shouldn’t care about your calls
But I miss your voice and I can’t sleep at all

[Pre-Chorus: Prince Fox and Bella Thorne]
So just call if you need me
Call if you don’t
Call If you love me
Call if you won’t
Call me an asshole
Call me a fool
[Chorus: Prince Fox]
Just call
Just call
Just call
Just call
Just call
[Bridge]
Just call
So just call if you need me
Call if you don’t
Call If you love me
Call if you won’t
Call me an asshole
Call me a fool
[Chorus: Prince Fox]
Just call
Just call
Just call (It’s no surprise you left this hole)
Just call (It’s no surprise I’ve lost control)
[Pre-Chorus: Prince Fox]
So just call if you need me
Call if you don’t
Call If you love me
Call if you won’t
Call me an asshole
Call me a fool
[Bella Thorne:]
(Please just call me
So just call
Just call me)

Don Q – Protect Ya Patek (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that
[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah
[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now? [Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity
[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders
[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek And before we was sharing a plate?

Rittz – Indestructible

[Intro]
Fell a victim to myself again
But who’s gonna help me when
I need ’em
Pray, they pray on my demise they can smell the scent
We can’t lose in strength
I see ’em
Think like you’re sinking they won’t let you drown
The ones that you trust come and kick while you’re down
They stomp you enough you won’t get off the ground
Anymore
[Hook: Rittz]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible
[Verse 1]
In the booth but I took one fall
On stage, faking you’re thinking it’s all good
I was just in a green room
Had me crying looking at my lady lying in a pool of her own blood
Through a text, cut herself for something that I’ve done
Overseas but I always get followed by bad luck
Bad time I called up my homie but he ain’t wanna console me
Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked
He was buzzed like I was put on Tech N9ne’s bus
Tryna fight the tin can, I was in the wrong
I was sick, had untreated strep throat doctors didn’t catch
Had a rash spreading up my arms
Spreading up my legs
A fever that stick around for months
No days off, tremor skin crawling in my (?)
Of course my voice would be hoarse for these huge crowds
I was dying, why the fuck he calling me a drunk
Damaging my reputation, need a restoration
Had to rest or put a halt to all my calls
My homie think I’m dodging him outta
Desperation, he said he gonna kill himself, it’s all my fault
This is deja vu, back in 2014 when I came home broke
Eight grand in the hole
Had to postpone having kids, owning a home
Gotta go through the motion alone ’cause

[Hook]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible
[Verse 2]
Get comfortable, love the show
Adjust or fold the crutch you hold
You trusted those that cut your throat
They dug the hole that stunt your growth
Disrupt the flow and that shot
Like I struck your pole
But thunk the most, your (?) to glow
The suds are so inside your soul
A bubble blown you bust or poke
You’re punching holes
You couldn’t even walk in my shoe, barely scuffed the sole
Or play a couple notes
Took a shot, smoke a blunt, maybe numb your nose like who cares
It’s Rittz, bitch
[Verse 3]
Homie fresh up out of jail, a violent environment
Tryin’ hard to turn his life around and his mindset
Never had a nine-to-five, places he applied at
Said he wasn’t hiring, he coming out retirement
I couldn’t really blame him hard or rearrange the wire and
Here’s somebody bring the hotter game that they desiring
Attained and acquiring, cocaine pirates
Wrist game wh-wh-whipping like a (wire is?)
Scars on my skin but surviving in a fire pit
Hold on how (?) burns
Gotta do your research on the people that you keep around assuming they believe in teamwork
Hate to see ’em coming up when I see you reverse
Want to see the street curve when you’re trying to go straight
I was trying to throw shade but it never holds weight
But I gotta know my scope won’t fold, won’t break, ’cause

[Hook]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

Halsey – Bad At Love

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

Catherine Corelli – Hell Yes! Lyrics

Hell yes! I bet there’s no other way, no other way,
But through,
So I need to get, I need to get to you. Where were you when I was high? But this is something you and I can swing. (For what I’ve been made)
I ran from you, but came to say goodbye
And played this game until I couldn’t lie,
I’ve longed for you until it cracked my I
And then I stopped to watch you in the eye. From the cold to the Fall…
Among those in red I scarcely lusted after them all. Lyrics
From the dark to your heat…
I bled as I went through
Scarred and wet and scared. I’m like Troy set on fire. (solo)
I bet there’s no other way, no other way,
But through,
(I ran from you)
So I need to get, I need to get to you. Where were you when I was high? Hell yes! I’ve played run and hide until I cracked my I
And stopped to watch you in the eye…
I bet there’s no other way, no other way,
But through,
So I need to get, I need to get to you. Hell yes! Come on do it! That’s a Cupid’s chrome
Hell yes! Are you the first or
seventh guard? I f**king know it is a painful thing. Take your shot! I ran from you
And longed for you,
But I couldn’t hate
For what I’ve been made. Where’d you be if I were dead? While I steal your heart, cuz we’re all alone. CATHERINE CORELLIHell Yes! Hell yes! There are seven gates to pass. There is a target on my
heart. Hell yes! You’ll strip me. Hell yes! Where were you when I was down? That’s a Cupid’s chrome
Hell yes! But this is something you and I can swing. Where were you when I was down? From my lips to your skin…
I want you breach my gates,
I need you deep within. (I longed for you)
I bet there’s no other way, no other way,
But through,
(I couldn’t hate)
So I need to get, I need to get to you. Go ahead! Come on do it! While I steal your heart, cuz we’re all alone. I f**king know it is a painful thing. I’m still alive! Long before my walls fell
The invader was desired. It’s all a mess, but take your shot, that’s how it has
to be
The one that wouldn’t f**k my wounds might be the one
for me.

Nightstalker – One Million Broken Promises Lyrics

How many dead ends I never thought they end? All those dead ends
They seem to have no end
Cause I’m drunk and stoned
So far away from home
Cause I’m drunk and stoned
So far away from home
Cause we die alone
So far away from home
Cause we’re drugged and stoned
So far away from home NIGHTSTALKEROne Million Broken Promises Lyrics
One million promises
I don’t know where they went
Those broken promises
I broke all of them
Cause I’m drunk and stoned
So far away from home
Cause I’m drunk and stoned
So far away from home
Cause we die alone
So far away from home
Cause we’re drugged and stoned
So far away from home
Those goddamned wrong turns
I don’t know where they turn
How many wrong turns are right until you turn?

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus Lyrics

RAE SREMMURDPerplexing Pegasus Lyrics
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
Niggas stealin’ sauce, they need to stay up in their lane
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Put you boys to shame
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne
Say my name (Jxm’)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

Bebo Norman – Disappear Lyrics

BEBO NORMANDisappear Lyrics
On a day like this
I want to crawl beneath a rock
A million miles from the world
The noise, the commotion
That never seems to stop
And on a day like this
I want to run away from the routine
Run away from the daily grind
That can suck the life, right out of me
I only know one place I can run to
I want to hide in You
The way, the life, the truth so I can disappear
And love is all there is to see coming out of me
And You become clear as I disappear
I don’t want to care about earthly things
Be caught up in all the lies that trick my eyes
They say it’s all about me
I’m so tired of it being about me
I want to hide in You
The way, the life, the truth and I can disappear
And love is all there is to see coming out of me
And You become clear as I disappear
I would rather be cast away
Separated from the human race
If I don’t bring You glory
If I don’t bring You glory
If I don’t bring You glory
‘Cause I want to hide in You
The way, the life, the truth and I can disappear
And love is all there is to see coming out of me
And You become clear as I disappear

Blind Melon – Dumptruck Lyrics

BLIND MELONDumptruck Lyrics
New York City soothing
My itchy itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis
Decay on display
I don’t wanna go down
I don’t wanna go down
I don’t wanna go down like she did
And I can’t understand why
Something good’s gotta die
Before we miss it
Mumbled talk through Pigeon Park
And Hastings is wasting away
Religiously they seem to sin
Buy, sell or trade for amens
I just don’t wanna feel
I just don’t wanna feel
I just don’t wanna feel like they feel
Hollow body for sound
Trade my coat for a gown
Now way up in my arms
You know I love you just a little bit more
Raisin’ nose down to chin
Smoke after smoke they all trickle in
Anythin’, for anythin’
And endin’ up with nothin’
Simple pimpled young man
Sores all over his hands
He’s sleepin’, not so silently
I’ll mop the floors for you all
I’m a fly on the wall
Really big and listenin’
Burned a hand of a friend of mine
And now Bub I know
That you could fly a mile high
You told me nothing’s ever gonna come between
And nothing’s ever gonna come between
Nothing’s ever gonna come between
My dump truck and me

New choppa – Playboi Carti feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

I roll up an L in the lobby
My partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks
Keep a chopper chop you if you try me b*tch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list
Carti like, “Rocky you bodied this”, that’s my prerogative
S**t on them, that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby b*tch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special, that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas run up the racks, for the most part
“I rap,” when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as f*ck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe, like I’m on a bus
It’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush. Playboi Carti lyrics
Video choppa Lyrics Playboi Carti – New Choppa
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavist pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the bean
I shoot like a king versuri-lyrics.info
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, I whip the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash I got height, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the hype
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my b*tches
They know that young nigga be living. Run it up, run it up, run it up
New chaaoppa, new chaaoppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New chaaoppa, new choaappa, new chaaoppa, new choaappa. Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppaaa, new choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa.

Selfish love – Jessie Ware lyrics

And I, I know
That I can’t get enough
Selfish looove. Selfish love, why do I do these things? Oh, you’re acting sweet
I know what that means
Versuri-lyrics.info
All these games we play
Always end the same. I break you down, just to get my way
Selfish love, darlin’ you do it too
You tell me lies and I bend the truth. And I, I know
That I can’t get enough
Selfish looove
Selfish looove
Selfish looove. Lyrics Jessie Ware – Selfish love
Baby let’s be honest about this
There’s only room for one in your heart
So tell me darlin’, why are we like this? I break you down, just to get my way
Selfish looove, darlin’ you do it too
You tell me lies and I bend the truth. (x8)
Jessie Ware lyrics
Video love I must admit that I kind of like it.(selfish love)
Oh, you’re acting sweet
I know what that means
All these games we play
Always end the same. Selfish love, why do I do these things? Selfish loveee. Oh, you’re acting sweet
And I know what that means
Selfish looove
Oh, you’re acting sweet
And I know what means. Take what I want, but you want me to take it
I only give love and I want to make it. Baby now it feels like we’re dancing
Touching bullets, now ain’t that romantic?

Desert eagle – Kurdo feat. Majoe songtexte

Desert Eagle. Im Konflikt mit dem Paragraph
Denn wir klären’s mit Uppercuts
Es macht dighi daaam
Desert Eaaagle, Desert Eaaagle. Mir gefällt deine Fresse nicht (no no)
Irgendwann bist du draußen und wir treffen dich
Denn die Straßen vergessen nicht
Generation Stresserblick
Von Grund auf zu verschieden
Keine Zeit für Filme schieben
Erst woll’n sie Beef und dann Frieden
Red mit der Desert Eagle. Von Grund auf zu verschieden
Keine Zeit für Filme schieben
Erst woll’n sie Beef und dann Frieden
Red mit der Desert Eaaagle. (x8)
Brust raus, 4-7, Guantanamo
Ich hole Gold für meine Stadt wie ein Pharao
Linke Hand Pappbecher, rechte Hand Klappmesser
Guckt jemand schief, hau’ ich nicht ab, doch mach’ ‘nen Abstecher
Mister Majoe, ich bin kräftig gebaut versuri-lyrics.info
Geh’ mit fünf Brüdern rein in Club, mit sechs b*tches raus (haha)
Nicht um Netflix zu schau’n (nein)
Nur drei Jahre für den Hattrick gebraucht
Yeah, wir sind Refugees im SUV
Fahr’n vor dein Café und spiel’n ‘ne Runde Battlefield (spiel’n ‘ne Runde Battlefield)
Nicht Dark Knight, schwarz-weiß, Westernstil
Rest in Peace, c’est la vie, Desert Eagle. Mir gefällt deine Fresse nicht
Irgendwann bist du draußen und wir treffen dich
Denn die Straßen vergessen nicht
Generation Stresserblick
Von Grund auf zu verschieden
Keine Zeit für Filme schieben
Erst woll’n sie Beef und dann Frieden
Red mit der Desert Eagle. Songtexte Kurdo – Desert eagle
Immer noch Staub von den Slums auf den Jeans
Unser Motto bleibt, “.. Desert Eagle. (x8)
Wir sind hungrig wie an Ramadan (Ramadan)
Zielen mit der Desert in die Kamera (Kamera)
Denn wir komm’n in ‘nem Karavan… (x8)
Kurdo songtexte
Video eagle den police.”
Mach mir nicht auf Prinzessin, kahba, shake mal
Mir geht’s gut, wo ich heute bin, dank den Hatern
Füll’ die Wand mit Paper, Gott sei Dank kein Major
Undertaker, Bagdad-Flavour
Marbella, in der Hand lila
Bau’ mir in den Slums Villas, so wie Frank Miller
Rein in die Air Max, schwarz-matte Kalash
Treppenhaus-Kanaks, die Ketten aus Marash
Narbe im Gesicht, so wie FR7
Sag’ salamu alaikum zu der Desert Eagle. Desert Eagleee.