Climbing hobby taken to new heights for 33-peak ‘vertical year’

The 14yo climber with her sights set on the Olympics
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It will document Mr Worley’s entire journey, from ice climbing in Canada to grappling for footholds high up in the Andes. (Supplied: Josh Worley)
Over the next 12 months Mr Worley plans to scale 33 peaks around the world to raise $100,000 for mental health charity Reach Out Australia and the Australian Climate Council.If you’re cooped up in an office for most of the year, the good news is you will be able to live vicariously through his great adventure by following his blow-by-blow blog Vertical Year. (Supplied: Josh Worley) Photo:
Josh trains at the Kangaroo Point cliffs in Brisbane. Not everyone can say they have had a true spiritual awakening.For Josh Worley, it happened while he was hanging off the side of a cliff deep in a mountain range.The thrill-seeking engineer from Gladstone in central Queensland said he fell in love with climbing at age 19 when he pulled himself to the summit of Crazy Horse Buttress, a limestone formation he encountered on a trip to Thailand.Five years later, and with a number of daring international climbs under his belt, he has decided to dedicate a year of his life to living vertically. Photo:
Mr Worley’s vertical year will raise money for Reach Out Australia and the Australian Climate Council. Vertical Year highlightsCanadaNorth & South GhostMount Athabasca PeruHuascaran Norte & Sur (highest peaks in Peru)ChopicalquiUnited StatesMatterhorn PeakMount Barnard, Mount Russell & Mount Whitney (highest peak in continental US)New ZealandGrand Traverse of Aoraki/Mount CookTraverse of Mount Avalanche & Rob Roy
Mr Worley told ABC Radio Brisbane’s Craig Zonca and Rebecca Levingston that he felt privileged to be able to put his life on hold to follow his passion.”Through this journey I’ve really learned that if you are passionate about something and start taking steps towards that, all of a sudden momentum builds,” he said.”The barriers we put in front of ourselves aren’t insurmountable.”So what does it take to conquer 33 peaks in a year?Mr Worley said in preparation for the challenge he had been trying to climb three to four times a week, and regularly ran up the highest hills he can find around Brisbane.The self-described “weekend warrior” has also spent four to six weeks a year in recent years holidaying in countries like New Zealand that have plenty of challenging mountains to climb.Dealing with fear and anxiety is part and parcel of enjoying the sport too, he said.”There’s obviously great levels of exposure when you’re hanging off a cliff face.”When you’re doing it you’re not quite thinking, ‘There’s a 600m drop below me’, you’re just doing what you’re concentrated on doing.”One of the things I love about climbing is it brings my focus in very close.”To follow Mr Worley’s adventures visit Vertical Year.
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Josh Worley will climb 33 peaks around the world in 2018. (Supplied: Josh Worley)
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Listen: Vybz Kartel New Single “X (All Of Your Exes)”

Turns out their falling out is a lot more complex than we previously thought and just last week we saw the “Clarks” deejay’s right hand man Sikka Rymes releasing a Popcaan diss track. Listen to Vybz Kartel new song “X (All Of Your Exes)” below. The incarceration deejay is spitting out new music than the rest of dancehall combined. Related Posts

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Cozz – Ignorant Confidence Lyrics

got a whole line
Got a main bitch and a side bitch
But honestly dog they both mine
The status grow, and the asses show
No money but I have to have the gold
Man, you gotta do what you got to
We stole because we got to
That’s what nigga’s on the block do
At the mall the bus stops too
All the older nigga’s got tools
I was only like 5′ 5″
I remember on the way to School
They was always tryna test mine
Uh uh, Imma eat today
Try me, you gon’ see today
Uh uh, I’m clean today
You gon’ have to meet the beast today
[Bridge]
Uh uh bitch nigga you ain’t touchin’ me today
I’ve been stacking up my motha fuckin money, see these J’s
You ain’t taking nothing from me, ask my size I’ll tell you mine
Momma didn’t raise no dummy you can never take what’s mine
Uh uh, bitch nigga you can’t fuck with me today
I’ve been stacking up my money, yeah I’m feeling clean today
Finally got the girl I wanted, yeah that girl she hella fine
And she mine, and she super thick
Got her singing like
[Verse 2]
Aaliyah-liyah-liyah-liyah that’s my little chick
But in my DM DM DM DM’s got a lot of strippers
Got your [?]
Who’d ever thought it’d be this way
I guess it’s in my DNA
I’m quiet but belligerent
Respectful but I’m with the shits
I talk it ’cause I lived in it
When I talk they be listenin
Lately I’ve been feeling it
I want it, Imma get this shit
My ego different
I gain my confidence from ignorance
[Bridge]
I got a little bit of change switch my old jeans
Fuck a piece of pie, I want to whole thing
The way I see it going, only going up (up)
Naw we not invited, we don’t give a fuck
[Verse 3]
Still gon’ show up with a pack
Still gon’ show up with that black liquor
Throwin’ up in the back
Imma throw up to come back
And go’ pour up some more Jack with ya
Roll up and get blacked, fuck it
Hold up on that wax, nigga
I’m far from sober, infact
I ain’t even tryna go back, nigga
Been broke, so wack
I ain’t even tryna go back, nigga
If your soul intact, then ya
Don’t wanna be that nigga that steal and waving your gun around
Giving innocent people the run around
Demons on my mind, I’m tryna dumb it down [Intro]
Ay man forget all that conscious shit, nigga
You see these motha fukin shoes, nigga? hah
That’s how you hit a lick, boy
Told you that shit would work, nigga
Ay, you know you need to holla at our girl today now that we got all this fly shit, nigga
Wish somebody would try today, the way I’m feelin myself
[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Trust me, I don’t like you for a lot of reasons
Nigga stop the greens
You don’t fuck with me or my feelings either
Man pledge allegiance to the ‘mittee flag
Fuck ’em all if they envy that
I ain’t fucking if she isn’t bad
Naw fuck that let them titties sag
Stomach looking like a henny bag
Truck bigger than Jennie’s ass
Finna [?]
But I’m tryna get that Diddy cash
So I stick with the pen and pad
You’re just a penny when we in the lab
Yeah, you’re nearly trash, Nigga no lie
You was doubting me the whole time
Stupid nigga, I’m a gold mine
White girls?

Melanie Martinez – PiggyBack (I’m so done) Lyrics

I was three years old
All I wanted was the music and
My parents were doing everything they could
To move away from our place working over time always
While I sat up in my grandma’s project building coloring, ooh
Moved to a small town and started to, started to grow
Poetry written, I’m singing and dancing, ooh
Photographs, painting, cartoons, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, ooh
I have one best friend to this very fucking day
Since we were five years old and I fucking moved away
I wish I never did cause she’s the only one who sees me
For who I really am instead of how many I reach, ooh
Trusted too many fake people while I was still young
Gave them the benefit of the doubt, I was so wrong
I cut them off and they came for blood cause they know
They ain’t getting no more
I’m so done with playing piggy back, ooh
Swear to god I wished y’all all the best, ooh
You’re lying your way to try to gain a piece of me
When you could never come close cause I know my destiny
I worked hard for my shit
Put my love in this shit
Now you’re trying to kill my name for some fame
What is this? Tried to help you do your shit
Encouraged you to work on it
Was a good friend and you used that to your advantage
I’m so done with playing piggy back, ooh
Swear to god I wished y’all all the best, ooh
You’re lying your way to try to gain a piece of me
When you could never come close cause I know my destiny Tried to help you do your shit
Encouraged you to work on it
Was a good friend and you used that to your advantage
Now I’m 22 and I’ve had a crazy year of
Isolation from all the plastic people here
I cannot wait for the day
I can finally move away
Back to New York City where the realest people really stay, ooh
Spent this whole time writing away my heart and my soul
The people I surround myself with have hearts filled with gold
Love and empathy are things that we hold so close
Trying to learn and evolve
I’m so done with playing piggy back, ooh
Swear to god I wished y’all all the best, ooh
You’re lying your way to try to gain a piece of me
When you could never come close cause I know my destiny
I worked hard for my shit
Put my love in this shit
Now you’re trying to kill my name for some fame
What is this?

Madison Beer – Home With You Lyrics

You know I am not, not gonna sleep
Once you sleep now, sleep now
Have some respect
Don’t act like I’m blind
I can see your regret
I’ve spent way too much time now
I have listened to this, listened to this
Listened to shit from a player
You get no love
I ain’t got no time for no games
(no games)
I’m not being rude, can you give me my space
(Can you give me my space?)
Cause I do what wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you
(I’m not going home with you)
Home with you
(Home with you)
I ain’t got no time for no games
(no games)
I’m not being rude, can you give me my space
(Can you give me my space?)
Cause I do what wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you
(I’m not going)
Home with you
(Home with you boy)
Ohhh
Don’t do this to me, nightmare
You got a nice face, big deal
Don’t want what you got right here
Woahhh
I won’t hear you darling
Cause I’m not your baby
Do I have to say it? Say it again? I ain’t got no time for no games
Tell me what you like but it’s never gon’ change
So you do what you wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you, home with you
I ain’t got no time for no games
I’m not being rude, can you give me my space
Cause I do what wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you, home with you
(something)
Cheap lots of boring
So I do my thing
And keep on ignoring you
You saw, you’re aware
I don’t go around givin’ my thing up, thing up
Have some respect, It’s quite insulting
I don’t wanna wake up with you in the morning
You tell me you’re different excuse me for snoring
You liar, liar
I ain’t got no time for no games
Tell me what you like but it’s never gon’ change
So you do what you wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you, home with you
I ain’t got no time for no games
(no games)
I’m not being rude, can you give me my space
(can you give me my space)
Cause I do what wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you, home with you
(home with you)
No, baby don’t tell me your story
You know I don’t care
So why you’re persistent? I ain’t got no time for no games
Tell me what you like but it’s never gon’ change
So you do what you wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you, home with you
I ain’t got no time for no games
(no games)
I’m not being rude, can you give me my space
(Can you give me my space?)
Cause I do what wan-wanna do
And I’m not going home with you
(I’m not going home with you)
Home with you
(Home with you)

The Doors – Wild Child Lyrics

[Intro]
All right
[Chorus]
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
[Bridge]
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother’s or your father’s child
Your our child, screaming wild
An ancient lunatic reins
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha
[Verse]
With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirring into a hollow idols eyes
[Chorus]
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face[x3]
[Outro]
Do you remember when we were in Africa?

Bazzi – Why Lyrics

Why do you love me? You know you shouldn’t love me
Yea you still love me
[Verse 2]
All your friends tell you they hate me
God I’m fuckin’ shady
Couple weeks ago they were inside my sheets naked
Club, so you can Snapchat
Titties out to snap that
I know that you do that shit just hoping for a snapback
[Pre-Chorus]
Like you’re just
Dying to drive but you can’t find the keys, now
Looking for God but you’re down on your knees, I’m
All that you want but not what you need girl why…
[Chorus]
Tell me why do you still love me? [Verse 1]
I’m still on your Netflix
Girl I know you love me
Even though your parents
They don’t fucking trust me
They probably alright though
I know I’m an asshole
No reply to all your texts girl I do you mad cold
[Pre-Chorus]
Like you’re just
Dying to drive but you can’t find the keys, now
Looking for God but you’re down on your knees, I’m
All that you want but not what you need girl why…
[Chorus]
Tell me why do you still love me? You know you shouldn’t love me
Yea you still love me
Oh
[Bridge]
Why do you need me when you know you don’t need me? Why do you love me? It’s tearing you apart
I leave you broken and shaken
And you still call me baby
[Chorus]
Tell me why do you still love me? You know you shouldn’t love me
Yea you still love me Why do you love me?

Afroman – Cold Fro-T-5 Lyrics

Light that up man whats happening, uh hah! with expired tags liqour store empty getaway parking just incase bullets start barking I flirt with the fine hoes then I crack jokes with the wineo’s I know where the Cold Fro-T-5 is at in and out liek that 20 seconds flat money on the counter buy this warm I can get shot if you take too long I ride it around the corner and throw it in park fo the sherrif swim up like a shark (Nearr) Close the gate and hope out the car start back selling my caviar whats up my plastic cup my stero turned all the way up
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)
Rough expression on my face why do I like that nasty tast mabey its why I like to buzz don’t get who you is or who you was I like to cruise the avenues when smokin weed and havin brews let all four of my windows down pound the gorund with my OG sound
I got warrents and the shit ain’t fun when you getting handcuffed on a liqour store run (Goddamn) got pretty women every one and a brother can’t help but stop and stare at eye’s lips teeth hair breasts thighs dairy air I she do or don’t I still feel good walking by
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)
Remeber that night I seen yah dog drunk ass hell in senior frog
Hug my neck shake my hand smoke that blunt with afro man hit that bong play my song play it on repeat all night long it went plantuim overseas and gold in the states got a new album with hella tour dates got my own label mr mix on the turntables of if your a true fan you can go facebook dot com backslash OG Afroman eightythree shady g you too k my facebook page but I took your lady with me I rap the best I rap west I even took money from the IRS
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
If your not going home till your drunk and high Let me here you say oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah)
When I say smoke Marijuana (smoke Marijuana) smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) everybody say smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) when I say hy you say dro hy (dro) hy (dro) buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy now cars and house I might not own bad old brother on the microphone I drink it all day I drink all night don’t worry about me baby I’m be alright buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)
Well it’s fro twentie and I gots to drive through my neighborhood for some Cold Fro-T-5 What love for a hustler, liqour store breefin move quickly everybody beefin Cold Fro-T-5 two zig zags two car ?????

Beenie Man – “Money Friend” Lyrics

Mi have a frien’ name M.O.N.E.Y
anytime mi caan find it know mi cry
Some people dem still a ask why
Hear why
(Chorus)
My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end
So mi min’ pon mi money and mi money pon mi mind
Well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end
So mi min’ pon mi money so mi money pon mi mind so mi nuh have no problem
(Verse 1)
Memba mi coud’n have a million gyal
No, If mi neva have no money inna mi plan
Neva have no house an nuh car nor no lan’
An neva have no bike an no big pretty van
Yow from money become mi right han’
Every gyal wah put it on pon the don
Mi gone bout one thousand gyal since di new year
an as mi walk out mi just fin’ one
Well mi an money a flex my lord
The amount a gyal
from all over the worl’ dem want mi fi marry my lord
Yow, cause a we run the place my lord
Hey, we have money
Everywhere we go a pure gyal a drop at we feet an a bawl my lord
Hey, mi nuh inna wah dem inna
all who a bruk bread look out fi bulla
yuh turn the place unnuh look out fi yulla
Oh look pon wha some man wah jump inna
So, bowacan mi nuh inna wah dem inna
Tell namacan mi nuh inna wah dem inna
Say Tommy Brown mek mi gain every dollar
Thats why say mi a tax man
So mi tell you say
(Chorus)
My real frien’ name start with a “M” With a “Y” at the end
So mi min’ pon min money and mi money pon mi mind
well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end
So mi money pon mi min’ so mi nuh have no problem
(Verse 2)
Memba mi coud’n have a million gyal
No, If mi neva have no money inna mi plan
Neva have no house an nuh car nor no lan’
An neva have no bike an no big pretty van
Yow, from money become mi right han’
Every gyal wah put it on pon the don
Mi gone bout one thousand gyal since di new year
an as mi walk out mi just fin’ one
(Bridge)
My real frien’ name start with a “M” With a Y at the end
So mi min’ pon min money and mi money pon mi mind well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a M with a Y at the end
With mi money pon mi min’ so mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a “M” With a Y at the end
So mi min’ pon min money and mi money pon mi mind well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a M with a Y at the end
With mi money pon mi min’ so mi nuh have no problem
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Sparta takes care of the catchy hook. “I do this for a beach house on the north coast, OJ / Stacking the bricks cargos, she love the drugs, narcos / Doing wells like Fargo, strip a whole grab you pawn show / Making the money precipitate watch how I make it evaporate,” BakerSteez raps over a trap beat. Tommy Lee Sparta and rapper BakerSteez burn down the building with their new banger “Propane.”
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Vybz Kartel – “X All Of Your Exes” Lyrics

(Intro)
All your exes
Can hit da highway from an exit
Yeah de got da message by now
Brand new boyfriend right now
(Chorus)
All of your ex exed out
You don’t have to explain
Your life is excellent
Come on baby
Let’s go party
I’ma bring da Bentley around
Best ride a u life
And i’ma make you love come down
Best time a u life
(Verse 1)
50 thousand a night platinum suite
‘Cause u sweet an u nice
Him a go leave u alone when u pose fi a selfie wid me inna u arms
If him did love you him wouldn’t messed up
Cow never see Di use of a tail till it cut
But I won’t do dat, swear from me heart an me mean it
(Chorus)
All of your ex exed out
You don’t have to explain
Your life is excellent
Come on baby
Let’s go party
i’ma bring da Bentley around
Best ride a u life
And i’ma make you love come down
Best time a u life
(Verse 2)
You cell number change
But u Facebook page da same
No problem block dat fool
New pic wid Your new boo
Every minute him a send email
Him don’t have any shame
You gave him everything
And him go violate
It’s too late
(Chorus)
All of your ex exed out
You don’t have to explain
Your life is excellent
Come on baby
Let’s go party
i’ma bring da Bentley around
Best ride a u life
And i’ma make you love come down
Best time a u life
(Verse 3)
Take you to the stars
Be you Neill degrasse
Lemme show u weh strawberries made of
Be my lover my best friend
Anything you want you can have dat
Baby
All your exes
Can hit da highway from an exit
Yeah de got da message by now
Brand new boyfriend right now
(Chorus)
All of your ex exed out
You don’t have to explain
Your life is excellent
Come on baby
Let’s go party
i’ma bring da Bentley around
Best ride a u life
And i’ma make you love come down
Best time a u life
(Outro)
50 thousand a night platinum suite
‘Cause u sweet an u nice
Him a go leave u alone when u pose fi a selfie wid me inna u arms
If him did love you him wouldn’t messed up
Cow never see Di use of a tail till it cut
But I won’t do dat swear from me heart an me mean it
(Repeat Chorus)
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Lady Gaga – Joanne Piano Version lyrics

Where do you think you’re goin’, goin’, girl? [Outro]
Call me Joanne
XO, Joanne
XOXO, Joanne [Verse 1]
Take my hand, stay Joanne
Heaven’s not ready for you
Every part of my aching heart
Needs you more than the angels do
[Chorus]
Girl, where do you think you’re goin’? [Verse 2]
If you could, I know that you’d stay
We both know things don’t work that way
I promised I wouldn’t say goodbye
So I grin and my voice gets thin
[Chorus]
Girl, where do you think you’re goin’? [Bridge]
Honestly, I know where you’re goin’
And baby, you’re just movin’ on
And I’ll still love you even if I can’t see you anymore
Can’t wait to see you soar
[Chorus]
Girl, where do you think you’re goin’? Girl, where do you think you’re goin’? Where do you think you’re goin’, goin’, girl? Where do you think you’re goin’, goin’, girl? Where do you think you’re goin’, goin’, girl? Where do you think you’re goin’, goin’, girl? Girl, where do you think you’re goin’? Where do you think you’re goin’, goin’, girl? Girl, where do you think you’re goin’?

Migos – Movin’ Too Fast lyrics

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water
[Verse 1: Offset]
Came in the game, tryin’ to aim for the best
Chain for the gang, ain’t bought this sh*t (gangbang)
Everybody ’round me selling cold bricks (freeze)
We let it fly with the fire with no kick
I don’t want you to fire with no clip
Thirty plus a .45 on my wrist
42 on the dial that’s a big shield
Livin’ life, wanna vibe with my bitch
500k to the council
Come ride with the wave, but I’m handsome
Giving back to the face of the planet
Then I bust out a chain with a [?] (bust out)
Ain’t sh*t basic, baby
Ain’t bout to get you fugazi, baby
You’re from the north side, baby
You’re f*cking with a big dog, all star, baby
My heart is so numb
I cannot cry
I don’t got feelings
Up to par
And I’m on fire
And I got millions
Smoke and cookin’ it end up in ashes with all my niggas (smoking and cookin’)
I’m only f*cking with gang
‘Cause I cannot f*ck with these niggas (gang)
[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The streets on beast (beast)
I’ma put the sheets on me (streets on me)
She suck me to sleep
But don’t put her teeth on me
Ridin’ ’round in a Range
Ain’t worried bout a thing, anything on me
Switch lanes with your main thing
I been with the gang, in the lair all week
I got the dogs with me
And I’m a let em off the leash
She keep calling me (call)
‘Cause the sheets on leak
Ain’t sh*t basic, baby
Ain’t ’bout to feed you for free
Ain’t no fugazi, baby
No these diamonds ain’t cheap
[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Beat on my chest, beast
Huncho, King Kong
You singin’ ’bout the bando, Nat King Cole
Solitaires, bounce, diamonds ping pong
Make you wrist trap and hit the ringtone
Grandma, got weak, she flew straight home
Now we count all of the blessings through
Big boy ice all in the necklace froze
Pause, but I put all of my besties on
Looking like a lion on the streets
Looking like a lion ’bout to feast
Pop one he’ll go beast
Represent the land of the free
But some of my niggas in the cell
So I don’t even know what that mean
I bet nigga vouch for me
The [?] mini dots go green
Huncho
[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water

Migos – Higher We Go lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the-
[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out the race
Who wanna race? (’bouta go blaze)
What’s yo’ page (whoo)
Sliding on in like snakes (slide, slide)
The coupe got wings
The coupe got wings with blaze
[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The higher you go, went through the most
We get to fly, you float
No Malone, but I post (Malone)
Migos, you know we the goats
We breaking bread, call it loaf
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul (walk)
My jewelry looking froze (ice)
Snatch your soul (snatch)
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold
I had to set up the plug the other day, boy, he was taxing folks
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0
Culture
[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset!)
150 chokin’ (choker)
Flooded my wrist, it’s soakin’
Split up the waters like Moses
I done put furs on loafers
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost (Rolls Royce)
Let’s have a codeine toast (toast)
NIggas ain’t getting no stain on me
Don’t trip, don’t trip (don’t trip), my gang with me
Come to the , stop playing with me
Bricks on bricks, it’s raining keys (bricks)
Niggas can’t hang with me
Lame in the deal, they restrain from me (dust)
Bust on the plane, Philipe (bust)
She bought me a Wraith, unique (Wraith)
You thots want to f*ck in heat (thot)
A million, I bring home a week (M and M)
She a little beast (beast), f*ck around looking for the keys (smash)
Got the trap disease (trap)
Please keep the cap for me (cap)
Count up the rack, proceed (rack)
First see what I got, then leave (hey)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture We livin’ the fast pace
I’ma put these hoes out on chase
Hit these hoes, get them right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a nigga hard send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate)
You can’t eat off my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Rari’s (Skrr)
Beat that pop like ortishia
Two feet running from the feds (yeah)
All these niggas lookin like they scared (Yeah, n*gger)
Lock a f*ck nigga like these dreads (yeah)
Pick a nigga up for that bread (Yeah)
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up the rims if you want to
Hop out see what you gon’ do
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up on the rims if you want to
Hop out gotta see what you gon’ do
We don’t play with dem lil boys out here naw naw naw (Don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar (bosses)
Big boy wraith had them bitches seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stunt me out I don’t need no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It’s okay (okay)
Icing, Icing glaze (Icing glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, wana go blaze?

Migos – Open It Up lyrics

Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)
Racks up the party (uh)
Facts say I got it (yeah)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrt skrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrt)
QC murder ain’t no Gotti (QC)
Sh, don’t tell nobody (aye)
We ain’t tryna rob, that’s just how we mob (mobbin’)
Leave that to the blocks (leave it)
Money to the stars (yoda)
Blessings came from god (woo)
Had to beat the odds (beat it)
Young nigga workin’ hard (workin’)
Pull yo card (pull it)
In that pot, first one makin’ noise (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Boulevard, slide with my boys (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Met Gala, tripped on the red carpet
So my ice on the wrong way (yeah)
Elliot did the [?], Johnny Dang did my Ice Tray
[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Open it up, open it, open it
Double cup feelin’ the opium
It’s AK in the cut, my niggas totin’ it
We ain’t tryna look appropriate (nah)
Don’t show up and look at me wrong, I’m blowin’ it
You tryna plot and we knowin’ it
Throw it with [?] throwin’ it
My niggas shoot Without Warning (brr)
6 o’clock in the mornin’ (mornin’)
Phone ringing, it’s annoying (brr)
I ain’t been to sleep, tourin’ (tourin’)
And I got a late performance (late)
You’re funny should call you Martin Lawrence
You 12, so issue a warrant (12)
All this ice on me, it’s stormin’ (ice)
Cookie at night, she gone by the mornin’ (gone)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
[Verse 3: Offset]
Try to get the formula
Iced out all of us (ice)
Bricks from the cornerback
Gone for a hundred packs
Fire me a 50 and I ran with 200 racks (ran)
And I ain’t ever plan on comin’ back (nah)
Got the 16 year old shooter pack (brr)
Get that 40, push your noodle back (get that)
Diamonds almost took the Rick Ruler back (slick the Ruler)
Gotti god, I’m fallin’ for the booby trap (booby trap)
Stretch out the dope like it’s athletic (dope)
Then I asked the bitch, “is your mouth ready?”
You got a nigga drip on your wedding [?] (drip)
Better keep it over there to keep your [?] steady (hey)
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas I’ma threat ’em (nah)
He don’t want no smoke, and I’m down to battle (smoke)
25 bricks and they all edible (bricks)
I’m the bih’ dog on a high pedestal
Bo-legged coupe (coupe)
Mil’ in the roof (mills)
Bitch got the juice (juice)
I know you feel me, masseuse (you feel)
You rock me, I kill you a truce (I kill you)
Big porno’s on my neck, Bruce Bruce (Big porno’s)
Grey digger runnin’ off on you (grey digger)
You too cute, gimme mouth through your loop (too cute)
Better watch yo bitch, she want the cooler (hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brr)
Fuck that bitch, don’t buy no ring (buy no rings)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dream (yeah)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk [Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brr)
Fuck that bitch, don’t buy no ring (buy no rings)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dream (yeah)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Mr.