Tag: Ask God


Dolly Parton – When Life Is Good Again Lyrics


When life is good again
I’ll be a better friend
A bigger person when
Life is good again
More thoughtful than I’ve been
I’ll be so different then
More in the moment when
Life is good again

I’ll open up my heart
And let the whole world in
I’ll try to make amends
When life is good again

We’ve been brought to our knees
We’ve been so ill at ease
There are no guarantees
But you know life goes on
This too shall pass away
Bring new and different days
We need to change our ways
And right our wrongs

Let’s open up our hearts
And let the whole world in
Let’s try to make amends
When life is good again

I’ll open up my doors again
And hear the message in the wind
Repent of all my sins (Hallelujah)
When life is good again

I’ll try to be someone
On which you can depend
A helping hand to lend
Let’s open up our eyes

And see what’s goin’ on
If we’re to move along
From where we’ve been

Let’s open up our hearts
And let the love shine in (Shine in)
We’ve all got knees to bend
And we’ll just pray till then
Ask God’s forgiveness when
Life is good again

And it’s gonna be good again
(It’s gonna be, it’s gonna be)
It’s gonna be good again
It’ll be alright (It’ll be alright)

God’s the reason for all things
You want rainbows, you get rain
We’ll all be forever changed (Forever changed)
I’ll sell my boat and fly my kite
Walk in the park, go out at night
And hold my loved ones extra tight
When everything is on the mend
I’ll even drink with my old friends
Sing and play my mandolin
We’ll make it through this long dark night
Darkness fades when faced with light
But everything’s gonna be alright
When life is good again


Gunna – Derek Fisher Lyrics


[Intro]
Makers
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage (Open the garage)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Niggas pillowtalking, I can barely get a time (Barely get a time)
Dead fresh, out a coffin, Playboy VLONE cover my spine (VLONE cover my spine)
Fuck that extra talkin’, pull up, spin the whole block, and then ride (Spin the whole block and then ride)
Dracos, AR’s, Glocks, and carbons, put in the work for your side (Put in the work for your side)
Keepin’ it real, I just had to realize (Realize)
Got caught and he ain’t tell, he stood up and took the time (Took the time)
I got them on my trail and I still ain’t in my prime (In my prime)
I’m just tryna live, keep my people out of bounds (Out of bounds)
I done kept it solid, this shit ours, it ain’t mine (No)
I done changed the climate, got this fuckin’ money flyin’ (Money flyin’)
Backwood fill of Biscotti and I heard you smokin’ pine (Heard you smokin’ pine)
Barely see somebody, to that bullshit, I went blind (Blind)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage
I got every kinda color car in my garage
Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage
Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss, yeah
My little shooters stay on point, all I do is throw assists
We locked in together forever, that’s if I’m poor or rich
Make ’em call me Papa Bear, the way I get that porridge
Walk inside the club and it start stormin’
I came in a foreign, I can’t stop from goin’ in
Got too many dawgs who in the sky, can’t let ’em score again
Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
They say that we already won, I’m tryna win again, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage (Open the garage)


Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)


Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


Yo Gotti – Rake It Up lyrics


Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


Nicki Minaj – Rake It Up lyrics


Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


Don Q – Look At Me Now


[Intro]
I came up from nothing, my niggas just look at me now
If I had nothing my nigga you wouldn’t be ’round
Cause when I had nothing my nigga you couldn’t be found
Now look at me now, look, look, look at me

[Verse 1]
Hit bird off in the drop now
Shirt off and I’m Pac now
Chubby nigga with the top down
I can spend the dub on the watch now
All I ever knew was drug dealer, my role model was the plug nigga
Treat that money like a rug nigga, popping gold bottles in the tub nigga
Like I throw them racks in they face I count a stack everyday
I got a pack on the way, sitting in traffic today
Screaming free my brother 38, they got ’em down for a murder case
When I get home free 38 sending niggas to the pearly gates
I got a chip on my shoulder, I turn that bitch to a chauffeur
I put a brick in the roller
Moving my arms then I hit her with soda
Louboutin I be chilling in loafers
None of this shit was handed to me
This Rollie more than a Grammy to me
All of my niggas is family to me [?]
It was us from the start, ducking the narcs
Seeing niggas getting stomped in the park
All of this shit I spit come from the heart
We will not let this shit crumble apart
Take a picture they in love with the art
I paid attention and I studied the charts
Car garage and it’s full of rides
Think [?] when we coming to park

[Hook]
I just be thumbing through hundreds
Watch me go run up that money
I just turned nothing to something
I just came up and they loved it
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
I came up from nothing, my niggas just look at me now
If I had nothing my nigga you wouldn’t be ’round
Cause when I had nothing my nigga you couldn’t be found

[Verse 2]
My hood love me i’m a living legend
Riding round with a Smith and Wesson
Ask God one simple question: "Can I wear my chains when I get to heaven?"
Quarter ounces we was all about it
Play with mine have your door surrounded
There’s death on the corner don’t walk around it
They’ll come and kill you for a small allowance
Now le’ts take a trip to my past I had to flip what I had
Had to go dig in the stash, triple my last
Run it up fill up the bag ’til its a million in cash
They tryna investigate us , pop died I was devastated
Niggas thought that we would never make it man you had your chance but you hesitated
I know that you telling out (?) statement
All this medication got me meditating
Hit Miami when the weather breaking
Lee dan just had the Vegas
The hunnids and fifties be separated, the hunnids and fifties be segregated
I dirtied the cup and I never chase it
I ain’t fuck her I just let her take it
Patrol cars try to pull me over I ain’t even worried nigga let them chase me
Just know you gotta have 200 hundred on the dash nigga if they ever race you
Getting money yeah we really stable
When we hit the club we spent 50 hunnids
All the bottles got them bitches fucking
Yeah, we throw that cash cause its plenty coming

[Hook]
I just be thumbing through hundreds
Watch me go run up that money
I just turned nothing to something
I just came up and they loved it
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
I came up from nothing, my niggas just look at me now
If I had nothing my nigga you wouldn’t be ’round
Cause when I had nothing my nigga you couldn’t be found