Tag: Chad


Tramp Stamps – I’d Rather Die Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I can't remember the last time
I slept with someone I actually liked and he went down on me
I can't recall a memory of someone driving home and not asking for a blowjob (ew)

[Chorus]
I'd rather die than hook up with another straight white guy
I'd rather die than fake it like I'm having a good time
I'd rather die than spend the night with another Ryan, or Matthew, or John
Yeah, I'd rather die
Die, die, die, die, die
We're over and I-

[Verse 2]
I don't know how you think we're gonna f*ck
When you can't get it up
I'm sick of hearing "it's the alcohol"
And when you're finally in the mood

It lasts like one or two seconds and then you're done and wanna spoon

[Bridge]
I'm just sayin' it's not fair to
Leave me hangin' like this
I'm just sayin' it's not fair to
Leave me hangin' like this
[Chorus]
I'd rather die
I'd rather die than hook up with another straight white guy
I'd rather die than fake it like I'm having a good time
I'd rather die than spend the night with another Kyle, or Spencer, or Rob
Or Michael, or Jason, or Charlie, or Jackson
Or Henry, or Steven, or Connor, or Chad
Yeah, I'd rather die
Die, die, die, die, die
We're over and I-


Rick Ross – Freestyle Lyrics


Check, I just wanna know your mindset
Here starin' at your fine ex
Damn, this where you put your time at
Unappreciated like that Timex
Let me rewind that, G-shit, let me rewind that
I just wanna know your mindset
Here starin' at your fine ex
Damn, this where you put your time at
Unappreciated like that Timex
She ready for this dope boy dialect
In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
The East Coast meets Kanye West
Death Row reeks underneath my breath
Storage wars, all the whores, I walk away
Chad and Evelyn evidence, just a block away
Do the bitches love you when you out the league?
Will my car still crank when I hit the keys?
When did dark skinned brothers learn to ski?
Got a thing for Khloe, Lamar lost his feet
Scott Dis'nick, Taylor check me in a week
Black bottle boy, nigga blazin' peach
Such an amazin' piece, such an amazin' speech
This is easy to me
Ruthless records, next Eazy to be
May we live long, rich forever
She can hear it in my tone, rich forever
Standin' on my own, Anderson Silva
Break a bone, nigga gone 'til November
Run in your home, put your infant in a blender
Sippin' a smoothie or give it up smoothly
Don't panic, only lyrics for my movie
You couldn't handle my tender life, for real
Hood stripes worth more than my deal
Motherf*cker ain't as real
Ten mil' in a duffle, make a nigga shiver
Saint Bartholomews chillin' for the winter
You makin' wack songs with the nice titles

All chains, no rings, never see the finals
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, no (Uh-huh, honey)
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Bound you're falling in love
Bound you're falling in love (Uh-huh, honey)
I wanna f*ck you hard on the sink
After that, give you something to drink
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Hey, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admitting is the first step
And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgiving
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first, you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-ass verses
I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just grab somebody, no leaving this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
(Uh-huh, honey) Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Bound you're falling in love
Bound you're falling in love (Uh-huh, honey)


Rapboy – Tfn Lyrics (feat. Emwan)


(Chorus : RapBoY/Emwan)

TFN TFN, Ti9a F'nfs
Ti9a f'Rap, Ti9a fel fen

TFN TFN, ma tmchich ma tsalich, ma di3ch ma tkhlich
Ma t3nich ma t3anich

(Verse 1 : Emwan)

Ana mazal hareb daba nit, Ma khashach tkhser
Bach Rbi y3tini ma tmnit
Tfeintit, kan tay s7abli 9lbhoum Kbir
Nsit 9sit dik Rassoul li 7sdouh
Khoutou, wla7ouh fel bir
Ma baghi ndir ghir li wa3dt bih lwalid

Ma saftouch 3awda 3argana ghir
Sa3i l'barid !
Rissala féha l'flow bel 3bar w'
P.S l' Em "Layn3el bou chi Trap!"
Dima L'Bierra pression men l'bar l'bar
B7al lklam li ydi lmdarba men dar l'dar
Kan rappi bla thème, dmagh mcha
M3a lfriyekh li tar
Bierra fel yed, réjli mnchourine
F'Tarmac d'lmatar
Ghir l'ktaba li mkhélyani chad hadchi
Li kayn kho
Denia m9awda b7al l'back dchi
Serbaya fel Mc'Do, (ZAK!)
Lekher d'chher dima Loubia Maxi Best Of
Ma bin l'kra, tilifoune, Stan Smith
L'Ma wdo

(Chorus : RapBoY/Emwan) X2

TFN TFN, Ti9a F'nfs
Ti9a f'Rap, Ti9a fel fen

TFN TFN, ma tmchich ma tsalich, ma di3ch ma tkhlich
Ma t3nich ma t3anich

(Verse 2 : RapBoY)

Yo Emwan, rani mréd mréd daba nit
Sakhét daba nit, sa3ér daba nit
Chad 3lia fl bit, bach ntal3ou had lfeat
Foug l'oldschool beat, 7it ghaytla3 hit

Bnadém Bouzbal 7it shablih kan tféllaw
Bnadém bouzbal khdam tay tnouwa
Bnadém bouzbal tay 9ouwés ou ygoul "oH waw"
Bnadém bouzbal 9awd 3lia wsir T7ouwa
Lga3 l9ouwada libghaw ydirou l3sa frwéda
Lyouma tchoufouni b'berweta, ou ghda tkoun 3andi Berreta
RapBoY sam b7al laf3a, ou madi kif sif
Yjikbkoum las dos, bhal lmj3oune bzbél lkif, yeah

Dirou degraissage 3ad hadrou 3la zero grissage
7a9d ktar man Mouad ou bghitini n'rapi sage ?
Kif Don vito, matgoulch lla, ila 3titk l3érd
Em kharéj mén dlam, w'ana kharj mén T7t Lard!

(Chorus : RapBoY/Emwan) X2

TFN TFN, Ti9a F'nfs
Ti9a f'Rap, Ti9a fel fen

TFN TFN, ma tmchich ma tsalich, ma di3ch ma tkhlich
Ma t3nich ma t3anich


6ix9ine – BREAKIN IT DOWN Lyrics


[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness


Len – Steal My Sunshine lyrics


[Intro:]
[Tim:] Hey, Matt
[Matt:] Yeah, Tim?
[Tim:] Hey, you talked to Marc lately?
[Matt:] Uh, haven’t really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down
[Tim:] “He looks pretty, uh, down?” Yeah, well maybe we should cheer him up then
[Matt:] What do you, uh, suppose we should do?
[Tim:] Well, does he like butter tarts?

[Verse 1: Marc]
I was lying on the grass
On Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged
All twisted wrong and beat
A comfortable in three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there
On a confusing morning week
Impaired my tribal lunar speak
And of course you can’t become if you only say
What you would have done
So I missed a million miles of fun

[Chorus: Marc and Sharon]
I know it’s up for me
(If you steal my sunshine)
Making sure I’m not in too deep
(If you steal my sunshine)
Keeping versed and on my feet
(If you steal my sunshine)

[Spoken: On Album Version]
[Tim:] Chad, come here come here, come here
[Chad:] Wow, look at her
[Tim:] I know
[Chad:] Wow, I’ve never seen Sharon look so bad before
[Tim] I did once before but this is pretty bad
[Chad:] Yeah, what do you think she got up to last night?
[Tim:] Well, I, “Jared, I love you!”

[Verse 2: Sharon]
I was lying on the bench slide
In the park across the street
L-A-T-E-R that week
My sticky paws were in to making straws
Out of big fat Slurpee treats
An incredible eight foot heap
Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare
In a staring under heat
Involved an under usual feat
And I’m not only among
But I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun

[Chorus: Marc and Sharon]
I know it’s up for me
(If you steal my sunshine)
Making sure I’m not in too deep
(If you steal my sunshine)
Keeping versed and on my feet
(If you steal my sunshine)

[Chorus 2: Marc and Sharon]
I know it’s done for me
(If you steal my sunshine)
Not as some and hard to see
(If you steal my sunshine)
Keeping dumb and built to beat
(If you steal my sunshine)

[Outro]
My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine
My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine
My sunshine, if you steal my sunshine


Vershon – Wul It Out Lyrics


(Chorus)
Man still a hold it out, hold it out yeah
Although the street it rugged out deh

Man still a hold it out, hold it out
Nothing mi naw worry bout

(Verse 1)
Every ghetto youth
DO the right, stay pon the right track
When struggles fight you fight back
When a youth a rise evil nuh like that
Suh fi go through life you haffi dodge bullet and side trap
Nough a dem a wicked all you si dem a chat
When the youth dem a lead dem waan fi si dem a back
The queffer dem a touch the street ever strap
Suh win nuh too listen when the Eden a chat

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Mi a talk bout human being
Some f**k up creature
Dem nuh like fi hear mi voice a buss up speaker
Mi get a buss and buy a house and two Benz
Now the wicked dem a spread rumor seh mi a drugs dealer
But certain things mi never get caught up in a
Suh mi a tell the dutty f**ker dem fi low mi hi nuh
Cause mi a chad from a endz full a bare gunman
Dawg and mi never bring no gun in yah

(Repeat Chorus 2X)


Frank Zappa – Sleep Dirt


George duke (keyboards)
Dave parlato (bass)
Patrick o’hearn (bass)
James "bird legs" youman (bass, guitar)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Chester thompson (drums)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Thana harris (vocals)
Bruce fowler (brass)

Heh!

Got that tempo?
Hm hm

Heh!
Gettin’ tired?
No, fingers got stuck!


Lil Boosie – No Drake On (Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christm Mixtape)


[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I’ve been riding up and looking
When I find you lil pussy
I’ma slam you in (?)
I’ma grab you by the pussy
Shit I’m from Louisiana, we call it Chopper City
Me and my partner stop the city, welcome to Chopper City
Mink on, Draco
Keep that itty bitty boy in the back seat
Keep that itty bitty boy in the trap geeked
30 more in the clip on the back seat
I ride and I listen to Boosie
I turn up the bass, I rub on (?)
I’m ready for missions to do it
I’m doing it nigga
Didn’t want the automatic fire on your pussy ass
You know I’m bout to ride on your pussy ass
Head down when you see me
Can’t even look a nigga in the eye with your pussy ass

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
I’m a country nigga, run the city
Got a team of killers and they riding with me
Money thing gon’ bring envy
Can’t play fair cause these suckers iffy
I fill the cup up with Henny
Paranoid, ride with the semi
It ain’t no rest for the weary
With the tool I can see clearly
Bump all y’all (?)
Young niggas swipe a credit card
Real ones gon’ take the charge
Mouth closed stead of acting hard
Hate when niggas acting like a broad
In your eyes I can see the fraud
End up snitching on his whole squad
Real nigga, won’t spare (?)
I’m riding around with the banger
The police, they getting the finger
Full of that liquor and flavor
Waving that thing out the Wrangler
I don’t agree with no haters
Spectators are really debaters
I’m I’m into chasing the paper
Straight up, I don’t need a chaser
Riding around with a bankroll
Rest in peace my nigga Bankroll
Streets go when I say so
(?) with that Draco

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
Got the semi automatic rifle in the backseat
Three deep in the Cherokee
Street sweep three deep, where you gon’ run bitches?
You scared of me
Being a bitch, I will never be
I’m on that 2Pac feeling heavenly
I ride down the street with my weaponry
I ain’t in the mood for (?)
(?) I hope they don’t
Ride late night with your thug, how the thug life
(?) fucked up looking at the club lights
Riding with my nigga with my finger on the trigger
Let me fuck pussy nigga ain’t got no Draco
My lil nigga just got out the groovy
He jumped in and told ’em put Boo on
Went and got in my Chrome 25 and took ’em a ride through the school zone
Turnt up on that gangster shit
I’m in my zone, I’ve been getting bands
My niggas be turnt up on that gangster shit
Lotta lean and a lotta Xans
Nigga hanging out the window when it hit the fan
Nigga come and get the money, put it in the bag
Got a hundred round drum, bitch don’t run bitch
Free my cousin (?) and that nigga Chad

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on


Wale & Anthony Hamilton – Live Forever (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

October 5, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live
[Verse 1: Wale]
See my future in my daughter’s eyes
And at 45, woulda thought of making my daughter cry
It’s real hitters in the district that know me the best
Grew up with some men that’s homeless and smoking that wet
Hoping they closer to death
I’m totally over focused and don’t you forget
The so-and-so’s they put over me, know I’m the best
I’m blessed with the bars, shawty this is God work
I made some A&Rs rich off of hard work
They killing men and they innocent but they killing many
That badge of honor just not enough to conceal they feelings
They offing all us that’s just what I’ma tell my daughter partner
Study in school, watch out for cooties in the law department
Hey, I coulda kept my scholarship but hey
And I could have been a robber couldn’t I have? Yeah
A 4.5 40, or a 45 40, either way I run for my defense

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live

[Verse 2: Wale]
Another bragger, money don’t make ya boy
And lil Chad struggle with makers boy
So I ain’t waiting for no reparations
Man who got the patience
Just pay attention, I make my statements, boy
Well, you young and black, you may be lacking motivation
Unless you run or shoot a basket, women out here naked
1 in every 20 of ’em doing good though
That’s not a stat, that’s actually out my phone book
And I pray tonight night because they hate us and know it
I’ma pray tonight homie my lil baby don’t know it
I’ma hold on tight homie for every weapon they folding
How can all lives matter if it’s only brothers that’s mourning?
Haah, yeah
BLM till we see the end
See I was sort of sleeping until I seen the debt man
Numbers exceed the limit
And now I see it different
Ain’t willing to die for it? At least breathe it in

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live


Wale & Anthony Hamilton – Live Forever letras

October 3, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live
[Verse 1: Wale]
See my future in my daughter’s eyes
And at 45, woulda thought of making my daughter cry
It’s real hitters in the district that know me the best
Grew up with some men that’s homeless and smoking that wet
Hoping they closer to death
I’m totally over focused and don’t you forget
The (?) they put over me, know I’m the best
I’m blessed with the bars, shawty this is God work
I made some A&Rs rich off of hard work
They killing men and they innocent but they killing many
That badge of honor just not enough to conceal they feelings
They offing all us that’s just what I’ma tell my daughter partner
Study in school, watch out for cooties in the law department
Hey, I coulda kept my scholarship but hey
And I could of been a robber couldn’t I have? Yeah
A 4.5 40, or a 45 40, either way I run for my defense

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live

[Verse 2: Wale]
Another bragger, money don’t make ya boy
And lil Chad struggle with makers boy
So I ain’t waiting for no reparations
Man who got the patience
Just pay attention, I make my statements, boy
You young and black, you may be lacking motivation
That (?) shoot a basket, women out here naked
1 in every 20 of ’em doing good though
That’s not a stat, that’s actually out my phone book
And I pray tonight night because they hate us and know it
I’ma pray tonight homie my lil baby don’t know it
I’ma hold on tight homie for every weapon they folding
How can all lives matter if it’s only brothers that’s mourning?
Haah, yeah
BLM till we see the end
See I was sorting sleeping until I seen the debt man
Numbers exceed the limit
And now I see it different
Ain’t willing to die for it? At least breathe it in

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
I got so much to live for
So much to share
Could take a look in the mirror
And there’s no one else to care
I got so much to live for
So much to give
I don’t care if we take forever
Forever I’ll live