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Future – Crushed Up Lyrics




[Intro]
Plain jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille
You gon’ be the one bust it down, I can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it (Wheezy outta here)
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 1]
Half a ticket for my wrist, spill so big
I put five pointers in the face, you can see it
I just put my whole damn arm in the fridge
Ten chains on, Lucky Charms, I’m the shit
Ten, ten different exotic cars how we slid
Meet me in Chanel in the back, we goin’ big
I been gettin’ NBA money, Jason Kidd
I just charged a whole damn M for a gig
And I got that Nitro for a pig
I’ma make it spark when you see it
You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 2]
Bust down my Swiss watch, I’m throwed off
I just joined the big league, Lonzo
Tell me what that lick read, one call
Pink diamonds poppin’ out, cotton ball
Bodies get to droppin’ nigga, bonjour
I got some’ to say to the pigs, yeah
I just got an M for a gig, yeah
I just blowed an M on my kids, yeah
Foreigns in the driveway, you can see it, yeah
Meet me in Hublot we goin’ big, yeah
A plain jane, get it remixed, yeah
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Outro]
Diamonds
Crushed up, diamonds in the face
Diamonds in the-
Up, I can see it
Crushed up, diamonds crushed up
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Crushed up
Diamonds (And I got that Nitro for a pig
I’ma make it spark when you see it)
Diamonds (You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’)




Tiësto – Jackie Chan lyrics




(feat. Dzeko, Post Malone & Preme)

[Intro]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 1]
Drop top, how we rollin’ out in South Beach (yeah)
Love that Cali rollin’, this might be my destiny (yeah)
She want me to hit it, I guess dinner’s on me (I got you, babe)
Know I got the sauce like a fuckin’ recipe (ohh)
She just wanna do it for the ‘Gram (you know, you know)
She just want that money in my hands (I know, you know)
I’ma give it to her when she dance, dance, dance (ayy)
She gon’ catch a Uber out to Calabasas

[Chorus]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 2]
I think you got the wrong impression ’bout me, baby (’bout me, baby)
Just ’cause they heard what hood I’m from they think I’m crazy (they think I’m crazy)
Okay, well maybe just a little crazy (just a little)
‘Cause I admit I’m crazy ’bout that lady, yeah (oh)
Finger to the world, it’s fuck you, pay me
I been slayin’ on the pussy ’cause I’m runnin’ out of patience
No more waitin’ no, no (ayy)
Bouncin’ like a yo-yo (ayy)
Livin’ life on fast forward but we fuck in slow mo’, yeah

[Chorus]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Bridge]
I can’t wait for the show, oh, oh
Got that good, yeah, I know, oh, oh
You should not be alone, oh, oh
All this drank got me throwed, oh, oh
Cup got me right
And I feel so alive, ayy
She don’t want the pain
She don’t wanna be no object
She just wanna stay out like
She just wanna sniff the white
Can’t tell her nothing, no
Can’t tell her nothing, no

[Outro]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan


Future – Where Ya At (feat. Drake) lyrics


[Verse 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wasn’t feeding?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on you?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies come slide?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving piles?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wasn’t feeding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog, came through the projects?
Where your ass at we keep that fully loaded contracts
Had to rent that on the dick ass jocking
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the gram now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I’m at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco
12 jumpers came in the spot to open up the dope
Carlo, Bob, Joe gotta young nigga coughing
Janet out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho we call it full onion

[Verse 2: Drake]
Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they ask us, “Whats the hold up?”
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we’re paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain’t gon’ pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain’t got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I’m self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I’ll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders

[Verse 3: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wasn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
60 for a walk thru bitch don’t panic
Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard a lot of dogs who will call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was in my cup?
The reason I’m here today is cause I never gave up
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wasn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to scrub to get where I was at and sell dope
Janet out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho we call it full onion


Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up


Derek Minor – Judo (Reflection Album) letras

October 31, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Candy crush flow unlocked a new level
And I am burying beats, I got a new shovel
You trying to win this rat race but get no medals
My only competition’s Minor, so the battle’s – large
Either way I know I still won
Still bragging on the father like a proud son
That’s the only solution to fix where I’m from
Drunk off violence and they taking shots of red rum (that’s murder)
That’s ghetto life, like Rick James
My beat sound like what the five fingers say to the face
Slap
They like, why you so aggressive, I guess it’s
That Michigan in me, that country Tennessee in me
But I’m ok for your pupils, I’ll just open up their pupils
Two things that’s very crucial, I’m safe I’m not unusual
That’s my: I’m not a scary black guy tone
In my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo

[Hook]
Judo x3
I’m bout to kick it off like judo
Judo x2
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo
[Verse 2]
(Let’s get it)
I reflect God and his greatness
And I’m going harder than the pavement
Still underground like a basement
This year all my dogs going crazy
Created in the image of the great one, so you could never make
I make em get another appraisal when they underestimate us
Let’s go ahead and get it crack a lackin’. hit the booth I’m like a yellow jacket
Spit ammunition when I get to snapping, like a yopper yopper, Get to yaking, yaking
Another one like DJ Khaled, a major key, to make the heat, to make em sing
They make believe, I hear all the lies that they make up, Maybe it’s makebelieve
Like I’m a do it all for what the paper bring
I’m not a slave, you ain’t chaining me
Promise I’mma die for what I believe
Go head take a shot, go on aim at me
I tell, what I’m told, in the text, that I read
Just like it is I don’t filter a thing
Nothing’s off limits, you won’t box me in like a Christmas present
Better get the message (whoo)
I’m Jackie Chan, I’m Jet Li, this my dojo
Bruce Leroy with no fro, RMG in go mode, this Minor

[Hook]
Judo x3
I’m bout to kick it off like judo
Judo x2
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo

[Outro]
Judo x3
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like –
Judo x2