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Lil Durk – Instigator Lyrics




[Chorus]
Manipulator, instigator
Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
And I hope his lawyer beat this case up
If I tell you I love you and then I love you
If I call you my brother then you my brother
It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
And you was down and out with me when it was ugly

[Verse 1]
I wanted to tell you a lot of shit but ain’t get the chance to
They say that shit gon’ fall on me whatever my friends do
And we always sold the link whenever the rent due
And I told my family I got ’em when music break through
Made my first hundred thousand, that’s why I feel myself
Man the rumors killed me deeply, I wanted to kill myself
Before I let an opposition do it, I’ll kill myself
I feel that pain I thought I’d never feel
Same nigga tricked on me from the sand, mmh
Same niggas that I gave a hand, mmh
Man this shit was not the plan, mmh
Just for thinking they my friends

[Chorus]
Manipulator, instigator
Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
And I hope his lawyer beat this case up
If I tell you I love you and then I love you
If I call you my brother then you my brother
It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
And you was down and out with me when it was ugly

[Verse 2]
Remember you had gave me chicken name on Chinese
I remember ridin’ to 8Ball and MJG
And I got kids so ain’t no family price, this shit ain’t free
I done put two pills inside me like this shit ain’t me
I’m deep inside the hood, for woods they need ID
You was cool but I ain’t loyal so I ain’t need to breathe
And you was hungry in the county so I sent a sleeve
And I was walkin’ around my block, my Glock is stallin’ deans, yeah
Chinchillas and gold Rollies, they hood trophies
I remember ridin’ dirty, hope I don’t get pulled over
And I tried to get a job driving bulldozers
Now it’s steamers and high speeds, don’t get pulled over

[Chorus]
Manipulator, instigator
Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
And I hope this lawyer beat this case up
If I tell you I love you and then I love you
If I call you my brother then you my brother
It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
And you was down and out with me when it was ugly




Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) (feat. Chris Brown)




[Intro]
Pretty brown eyes
You know!

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want it, I cop it
Opened the door, then locked it
Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
I see you, be on IG "I’m thick"
You sit down you need an IV
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You scared of heights (no?)
Well then jump off my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do


Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) Lyrics


[Intro]
Pretty brown eyes
You know!

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want it, I cop it
Opened the door, then locked it
Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
I see you, be on IG “I’m thick”
You sick, damn, you need an IV
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You scared of heights (no?)
Well then jump off my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do


Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)


Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference


Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)


Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference


Wiz Khalifa – Plane 4 U Lyrics


[Intro]
Hallo
Yeah I was trynna call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain’t busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I know I always say that
But look I ain’t really got nothing to do later
And uhm, I was trynna see you if that’s cool
Yeah I just left the gym so
I’m gonna go to the crib and I’m come pick you up
Just listen for my car out front
Alright, I ain’t gon take too long
Where my keys at?
My bad

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Verse 1]
You know what I smoke
You know what I drive
You know where I stay
You frequently fly
We shop we buy
We don’t just be looking
We never be dry
I always supply it anytime you want
There ain’t no need to deny
You’re suppose to be in the sky
Some people think it’s a lie, but I don’t even know why
I put my weed in a cone
We smoking weed like a tribe
You smoking weed to get by
We smoking weed to survive
Smoking that medical

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
This one goes out to all my patients and paitent-ettes
With that medical weed card yall
And I heard it’s legal in Nevada too
Recreation on Seattle
So if you got your ID
Make sure you show up to your local dispensary
And cop you some of that KK
And tell em I sent you
And to all the states that ain’t legalize it yet
Get on board man
We need the green
Make the world a better place
By putting the grass all in your face
Free the weed
Let everybody’s who’s locked up out of jail
And let all these patients get well
There ain’t nothing wrong with it
You was just raised to think it was bad
But now its time to change your mind
Open your eyes yall
Look around, everybody’s getting high


Corner store – Macklemore feat. Travis Thompson lyrics


Lyrics Macklemore – Corner store

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Okay, 2 A.M. I’m posted (I’m posted)
Dope all in my Jansport
Moving, the youth I run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Momma said “Pull your pants up”
Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushin’, movin’ work, improvin’
There’s commas on the way
Put the p***y on pedestal
Blow the medical to the face
It’s evident on my face
Rollin’ heaven in my new Wraith
Declinin’ the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle plates
They all wanna know whats next, s**t, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your best s**t, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smokin’ just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor
Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on a bag of Cuban Z’s, walkin’ off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Do that dirt and hop that fence
Roastin’, talkin’ s**t, we mobbin’, I just got my momma’s whip
We blow dank out that window, right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future
We was on the corner, posted
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow
On the rooftop smokin’
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag
I was just doing my thing
Hit the hot food aisle
Got the gizzards instead of the wings
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the..

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Takin’ my time, workin’ it out
Countin’ the coin, breakin’ my back
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, momma’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you order
S**t, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall, but on the border
Pushin’ pen to the paper for peso
They wanna Lego versuri-lyrics.info
Close construction, no room for the huevos
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay to date you, you get ousted, OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know, long as you comfortable, yeah.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Corner store
That’s all
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the differenceee.
Macklemore lyrics
Video store


G Herbo – Head Right Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I grew up smart as fuck, bad as shit
But really like the least baddest kid that I was with
Cause foenem been wild and shit
Been violent and shit
Been came home from them interrogations, silent shit
Now we fly with felonies and no ID’s, private shit
I make money just appear and disappear, magic tricks
I was on some savage shit when I wasn’t really havin’ shit
I was callin’ home from police stations, no one answerin’
I wanted shoes and mom was broke so I ain’t even ask her then
I was way too young to hustle, told cuz’ let me bag it then

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryn’ clear my head
Takin’ meds, chasin’ bread
Got so many niggas dead
And then the feds, you know I got to send them bread
Everything on the outside, all in they head
Other niggas with they bitches, all in they bed
I just tell them think ’bout this, we still on this mission
Tell them rock if you gon’ rock but jus’ don’t block the vision
Just don’t plot against me, just don’t turn against me
I grew up learnin’, listenin’, had no problem playing my position
Even if that came with ridin’ bitches
Just so we make history on our adventures
Just so we have victories and not endeavors
Put my life on line before when I would never
Told myself if you gon’ live life, it’s now or never

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right


Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)


[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavis pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
I shoot like a king
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the height
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas
Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa


Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go


I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my finger prints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ready steady, ready let’s go!
But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go I don’t exist
They become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather
I’m carefree
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
(Ready set, ready let’s go)

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I’m free as a spirit


Yung Simmie – Mr Green Thumb (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)


[Intro]
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green Thumb
Yuhhh

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

[Verse]
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb


Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)


I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom


Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb


Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb Lyrics

November 1, 2016

Lyrics

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{intro}
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

{hook}
Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb
{verse}
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

{hook}
Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb


DJ Mustard – Dope Boy (feat. Ot Genesis & Jeezy) (Cold Summer Album) letras

October 4, 2016

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[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Straight dope with homie, bought to do dirt
Got a plug with no money, can’t buy work
Just hit me a lick I need mine first
All this dope make my mother fucking eyes hurt
Got weed then I got to the fucking pills
Start messing with coke ’cause want a mil’
I remember when I won a million record deal
Now I’m in this bitch screaming fuck a record deal
Selling all these Os with my eyes closed
Ship it out with a mother fucking blindfold
Got a bitch to get the bread ’cause the bank playin’
Got a bitch to get the bread ’cause the bank playin’
Wish the police would come try me
Trapped out so I never got an ID
36 for 28, 16 for 30
Everything gotta go, bitch I’m in a hurry

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Got a flex in that yellow like a 64
My nigga say he want a dub that’s a 6 hoe
That’s when I have some cool water then I whip slow
That’s when I have some cool water then I whip slow
Fuck a bitch ya I’m in love with my scales
Fuck a Nemo tryna find these fish scales
Trying to wear the work out, we gon’ stress that
‘Til my daughter get the bread, he gon’ fetch that
Tell the water whipping nigga what I’m best at
If I’m in the court room I won’t confess that
Got a Benz outside but that’s a hot box
But we working, work it down, that’s a chop shop
Be riding from the city we finesse that
You better keep that Calico, might respect that
They gon’ be kicking down the door where you rest at
They be coming, get your birds, where your nest at?

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count


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