Tag: GPS


Travis Scott – HOUSTONFORNICATION Lyrics




[Intro]
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town, do that on the daily

[Verse 1]
How I’m supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
Yeah, spendin’ all my time up there gettin’ faded (it’s lit)
Yeah, handin’ out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
Yeah, you know on this side it’s poppin’ and it’s dangerous (pop it, pop it)
Ridin’ through the clouds we goin’ through the vapors (phew, phew)
I’m just tryna get the paper, stayin’ out the papers
It ain’t easily done, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Pop a seal like it’s Chris, make it look Breezy (it’s lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash)
I just want the peace, it’s still Lambo’ over Mercedes, yuh
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo’ mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill, about Congress, yeah (straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-reques, yeah (alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah)
Seein’ flashes, oh, no-no, that’s my neck, yeah (it’s lit)
I’ve been livin’ paranoid, watch yo’ step (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it’s chess (ah, nah, for real)
They comin’ at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I’m out the cash, that’s the butterfly effect, yeah
I’ve been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
Took the girl off the net, worked it up the net, uh
Iced out watches for the game, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin’ them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain’t gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my wheel, they gon’ ride you to the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain’t never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash




Elliott Trent – Vegas Love Lyrics




[Intro]
I don’t always say much
But I always say enough

[Verse 1]
Once again we back where we started
You played the game and i won the game and left you broken hearted
I’m sorry, and I mean that
I met one from the jump
But your love hurts so in return i threw a punch and it’s all bad
The good is gone
Not really, my feeling’s strong
I’m in the lobby, it feel like home
Debating on pick up the phone
Cuz’ i feel guilty but then I don’t
Dream just turned into hope
Should I pull up leave and take a chance
[?] just take a stand

[Pre-Chorus]
Ace, Jack
Your queen and i’m king
It was back
Too much to eat and see
Roll the dice
Roll the dice
I’m hoping I won’t crap out
GPS in love
Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

[Chorus]
I was all in
All bets on us
Gamble what I love
Put in a million on us
Million on us
Nah, it wan’t enough
So i’mma double up
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love

[Verse 2]
We arguing about skeletons in our closet
It’s break up, then make up
Real love remains uncharted
Conversation and good sex
Couldn’t focus on a picture man
It was a beautiful thing too bad
I never see you with your man
I took the chance
You did me wrong
I got the feelings
That’s what she own
I feel like Bobby [?]
I stormed out and now you’re all alone
Left you in the hotel
Now i’m back in this casino
For your love i bet a milli
While i sip [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Ace, Jack
Your queen and i’m king
It was back
Too much to eat and see
Roll the dice
Roll the dice
I’m hoping I won’t crap out
GPS in love
Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

[Chorus]
I was all in
All bets on us
Gamble what I love
Put in a million on us
Million on us
Nah, it wan’t enough
So i’mma double up
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
That Vegas love

[Bridge]
Tell me what to do
I can’t risk losing you girl
What’s the one price for love
Price for love
What’s the price for love

[Pre-Chorus]
Ace, Jack
Your queen and i’m king
It was back
Too much to eat and see
Roll the dice
Roll the dice
I’m hoping I won’t crap out
GPS in love
Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

[Chorus]
I was all in
All bets on us
Gamble what I love
Put in a million on us
Million on us
Nah, it wan’t enough
So i’mma double up
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
That Vegas love


Cdot Honcho – So Long


I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye


AOA – Ai No Chouday (Sub Espñaol)


Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
どこにいる? 今 誰といる?
どうして 電話に出れないの?
仕事だって 嘘じゃないって
見てよ心の GPS
四六時中 ほら まさに夢中
どうして そんなに冷たいの?
同じだって 愛してるって
僕を信じて Baby girl

辛い 辛い 辛い 辛い
もう 一人にしないで

[チョ/ソ] 恋のせいで危険な状態
[チョ/ソ] 愛のせいで 事態は重大
クルクルまわる 迷路の中
出口が見えない
恋のせいで 不安でいっぱい
愛のせいで 眠れないの
震える心 抱きしめて
優しくしてよ

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

愛してる なんて 一度で いいんじゃない?
気持ち 毎回言わなきゃ分かんない?
だから Love me? Love me? Love me? Love me?
いつでもどこでも関係ない
答えてよ Boy

そばにいないなら 胸が痛い
どうしてこんなに苦しいの?
同じだって 言わなくたって
僕もそうだよ Baby girl

嫌い 嫌い 嫌い 嫌い
もう どこへも行かせない

[チョ/ヘ] 恋のせいで危険な妄想
[チョ/ヘ] 愛のせいで めまいが限界
逆さに堕ちる 迷宮の底
あなたが見えない
恋のせいで 呼吸が困難
愛のせいで かなりやばい
他には誰も 触れさせない
あなたの心

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

本気の 愛なの しょうがない
想いの ヒートは 止まらない
まだまだ君は 知らない
これこそ二人の愛だと
[ユ/タ] 甘くて優しい 恋から
[ユ/タ] 苦くて厳しい 愛へと
[チョ/タ] 想いが深く なるほど
溺れてしまうもの

[チョ/ヘ] 恋のせいで危険な状態
[チョ/ヘ] 愛のせいで 事態は重大
クルクルまわる 迷路の中
出口が見えない
恋のせいで 不安でいっぱい
愛のせいで 眠れないの
震える心 抱きしめて
優しくしてよ

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい


Chris Brown – Lost & Found Lyrics


[Intro]
Ooh woah

[Verse 1]
Tired of the conversations, questions ’bout me
Every time I leave the house, when I’m in or when I’m out
Girlfriend say I treat you foul but I don’t know
At the end of the day, you know yourself
And I’m tired of the times when you run your mouth
Time’s only running out, baby, you made me take a vow
Stop your whining, and sum it up, what are we now?
At the end of the day, you know yourself
Can’t hear when you’re talking loud
Oh, you do the most, this shit’s getting old, we both said enough
Went through this moment once when, my GPS broke
Don’t know where to go

[Chorus]
Every time I’m lost and found
Yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whose time are you wasting now?
‘Cause every time I’m lost and found, yeah
Oh, tell me who’s losing out
‘Cause you say it’s the end and playing games again, I found (I found)
Playing games again, I found, yeah
Playing games again, I found yeah

[Verse 2]
Baby, you were the one that I could trust the most, used to think you were beautiful
‘Til you would drink too many toasts, what would your mama say if
Girl, you’re drunk out your mind, oh my God, get to praying
Taking brandy with the wine, rude awakening
Lord don’t save her, she think she a big girl
Think she gon’ draft all the players, think she gon’ be ballin’ yeah
But no, no, no, no, I done worked too hard for these cars and this cash no, no, no, no
Selling your soul, might as well be selling your ass, no, no, no, stop kidding, girl, you know yourself

[Chorus]
Every time I’m lost and found
Yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whose time are you wasting now?
‘Cause every time I’m lost and found, yeah
Oh, tell me who’s losing out
‘Cause you say it’s the end and playing games again, I found

[Verse 3]
I don’t know why you keep fuckin’ with niggas
That really don’t be in the streets
Always actin’ hard like they murderers
Tell them niggas just run into me
This is not the lost and found, girl, you’re out of bounds
It take a lot of money to make her booty bounce
If you takin’ shots, better make it count
And girl, don’t do nothing for free
I see that shawty want her money back
She fuckin’ all over the internet
Dollars, where the money at?
Fuck around and run it up for a sack
Stealin’ weed, I bought my duffle bag
Only the, birds, bring them all back
Baby girl, don’t try and go there
You already know that

[Chorus]
Every time I’m lost and found, yeah (oh, oh, oh, every time)
This is not the lost and found (yeah)
Whose time are you wasting now? (Whose time are you wasting time?)
‘Cause every time I’m lost and found (’cause every time I’m lost and found)
Oh, up and down, back and fourth, all around
Oh, tell me who’s really losing out, yeah (tell me who’s really losing out)
‘Cause you say it’s the end and playing games again, I found

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whose time are you wasting now?
Yeah


T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)


[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down


Rich Homie Quan – Heart Cold


[Verse 1]
They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
Fuckin’ hoes gettin’ old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no bitch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out

[Hook]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ shit head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

[Verse 2]
The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on yo’ headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planned
He sick of losin’ I heard he spent all of his advance
Feel like a movie I walked in feelin’ just like the man
On every move I hit up make sure I had my mans
Right hand true if I swear I will never take the stand
I swear I’d shoot you look at the blisters on my hand
Shine bright headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right
This cross make me feel alive

[Hook]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ shit head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

[Outro]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out
Talk hard pipe down
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I see dead people, I see dead people


Heart cold – Rich Homie Quan lyrics


Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Heart cold

They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
f*ck a hoe get old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollars in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no b*tch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out.(heart cold)

Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ sh*t head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga versuri-lyrics.info
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole.

The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on the headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planneddd.
Rich Homie Quan lyrics
Video cold


Quentin Miller – Addy (feat. Jace)


[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
Woah, woah, woah
[?] what you niggas see me, I don’t know
I stay in the crib and let the money pile up
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
Whole squad on the same page
GPS locked, headed your way

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 2: Quentin Miller]
All she wants is for me to have fun
All he wants is for me to pull up, yeah
She already know I bought drugs
She hotter than a bubble bath, fuck
That’s how I know that she got me
I’m gon’ look out for my partners
Make sure you send me that address
I guarantee we gon’ pop up

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 3: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
Woah, woah, woah
And even if I don’t, fuck steppin’ out though
I can always hit the crib, let the money pile up
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
Whole squad on the same page
GPS locked, headed your way

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 4: Jace]
Headed your way
Headed your way
You know I’m drivin’ fast
I ain’t takin’ the slow way
Send the addy, bring some baddies, yeah
We got molly, we got lean, we got Xannies
If anybody askin’ for, we don’t have it
Let me put it in my phone, let me map it
Wood grain spinnin’, ball, play centre
[?] for supper, home and feast, dinner
Pop up like a tulip but these seats can’t be overlooked
We over by the [?] so send a text, we comin’ through
Send a text, we comin’ through, just tell me where we comin’ to
I fuck with her, she comin’ too, all these bands I’m runnin’ through
I’ma be a groupie, look at all these fans I’m runnin’ through
I ain’t never Han Solo, baby, know I got my crew, yeah
So what you tryna do? Yeah
What you wanna do? Yeah

[Outro: Quentin Miller]
What you tryna do?
We can leave here now if you want to
Send me the address, I’ll come over
Then we can do what we want to
We can do whatever you want to
And you know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
Click fast night, you want to


RAY J – Famous lyrics


I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, “Baby I miss you”
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ practice
I fuck around and make another one…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitchin’ to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She believes I’m ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless
Put you in danger when I made you…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
I told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no


Jay Park – DRIVE (Feat. GRAY)

October 23, 2016

Lyrics

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모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

Oh yeah girl 내 몸이 힘들어
Oh yeah girl 내 맘도 힘들어
이걸 치료할 수 있는 건

너 하나뿐 girl only you 데리러 갈게 girl 저녁때쯤
언제나 내가 누굴 필요로 했을 때
You was always there fa sho
내가 Jay-z면 너는 나의 Beyonce
Together we can run the world

어떤 차로 픽업 갈까
Take the Foreign 내 옆에는 네 자리
전세기에 태울 수 있을 때까지
It’s all for me and you I’m a keep on hustling

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

우리 열심히 일했잖아
오늘 어디든지 떠나자
Me and you
Girl, I’ll show you the world

세계적인 커플 Victoria와 Beckham
나 알잖아 기대해도 돼
백이면 백 노력할게 girl
No matter what I’ll always be there you superman
꼭 지켜줄게 baby

길 잃을 일 없어 I’m yo GPS girl
어디든 다 갈게 cause you are so special
다음 단계로 가자 on to the next level
걱정은 다 제껴 우리만의 영원한 여행

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive

Let’s go for a drive
Let’s go for a drive baby
In this foreign car baby
All night long
Let’s go for a drive
Let’s go for a drive baby
You’re the only one that I want, my girl
I’m not a CEO
But I got a lot of money
So Let’s make a video
해변 도로를 누비고 싶어
Baby, are you gonna stay the night

모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
내 차에 올라타
바람 쐬러 가
밥 먹지 말고 와
전부 내가 해줄게
So Let’s go for a drive


Jacquees – Eastside letras

October 22, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Exotic, (Rich Gang)
What you know about the barber shop boys, know (?) type shit. You know what I’m saying? (?)

[Verse 1]
It’s 7 o’clock on the dot, I’m riding shotty
Foot on the gas, I’m tryna get you baby, tell me girl are you ready?
It’s a long way down, (?) from watching for the cops
GPS keep fucking up, I’m tryna find your street
I know damn well I’m right around the corner
I’m bringing some good girl I know that you a stoner

[Chorus]
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side

[Verse 2]
On the east side (?) peace signs
Swerving lane to lane in ‘Quees ride
Say my name again, make you scream twice
And that nine stay on me, make your man think twice
I take you on that other side and put you on some shit
I let you watch me gamble, show you how I make a flip
You know damn well your man don’t want it
All the shots to make you jump up on it

[Chorus]
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side
They juuging hard on the south side
Get (?) on the west side
Make plays on the north side
None of ’em like my side
Come get your love on the east side
Come get your love on the east side

[Outro]
You know (?) type shit you always get. (?)